in faulkner’s first ever monologue in episode 2, when he’s talking about being underestimated, he says that “part of that comes naturally when you're the youngest of three siblings, and your life begins and ends trailing after the taller, grander, more confident versions of your own self.”

which is so interesting to me. cause obviously in this instant he is just talking about his brothers. but then again that’s pretty much does end up happening to him. just trailing behind a taller, grander, more confident version of his own self—the high prophet version of himself

Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

Inspired by Saint Anthony preaching to the fish (1892) by Arnold Böcklin (source) (also under the cut)

It's been like a year and a half now, but Hayward pretending to be divorced for half of the series for literally no reason at all remains peak cinema

tsv is great because you can bear firsthand witness to how everyones meticulous plans fall apart due to the machinations of everyone elses meticulous plans and you can only sit there headphones on like

Projecting my migraines onto Faulkner

happy halloween everyone! here’s what i imagine a fishing village along the whitegull might look like

happy sibling rane saturday!

Today on patreon, @sassylich and Daisy discuss acting, religious horror, and crafting

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are we not feeling very pious today, brother lionel

wait wait wait waittttt i've been looking at this all wrong. carson isn't VAL's father figure. he's her mother figure.

the silt verses, of love, and gods' defeat // sharp objects, gillian flynn

okay. if you need me i'll driving my car into the sea.

but it's fine.

The Magician

Woah mama I'm a shrimp

I truly believe we don't have much time left

THE ZINE HAS BEEN UNLEASHED

It is now the eve of the one year anniversary since the The Silt Verses finale. We are so happy to announce that The Zine Of Tide And Flesh is now officially released!

It has been two weeks full of incredible creativity and community, working on this zine. Everyone has come together and come through in such spectacular fashions that we are all winded still from the response. In the past two weeks, this project borne of love has flooded the river of our hearts with it, bringing offerings along our river banks in the form of new friendships forged and wonders witnessed.

We are incredibly thankful to everyone who showed up or cheered us on from the sidelines, and of course, to everyone who kept this quiet. We have been utterly overwhelmed by the amount of people who came with us on this journey, and our hearts beam with pride for everyone who completed their projects to such amazing results.

And of course, we are also incredibly thankful to the creators of the story this is a celebration of. Jon, Muna, Méabh, B, Lucille, Jimmie and everyone who worked on this podcast that continues to tie us all together, asking us to strain and hear those pilgrims make their way along the river once more.

In this zine you will find art, writings, games and music by the most incredible people we have ever met, we look forward to seeing everyone's reactions

Without further ado, REJOICE SIBLINGS!

THE RIVER RISES

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