Mythos Update - 21/05/13

In which connections are missed.

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This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Jul 2010 and May 2013 containing my top 30 used words.

Top 5 blogs I reblogged the most:

• Sephiramy
• jollityfarm
• buttart
• glugglugs
• cafiffle

posting this only because the bottom line is my entire personality in a nutshell

glugglugs:

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This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Aug 2010 and May 2013 containing my top 20 used words.

Top 5 blogs I reblogged the most:

• mortalityplays
• buttart
• Source
• ilikelookingatnakedmen
• yourpervert

I feel like ‘happy time fucking’ should be your new blog header.

I work hard, probably to an extent that’s unhealthy, but on some level it comforts me to think that if all else fails someone might look on my work with the same sad respect I feel for William McGonagall.

Dude kept trying.

Pooch Café

dead-men-talking:

atlasobscura:

For numerous travelers, Naples is the darkest gem of the Old Continent, concealing in its streets countless artifacts of a macabre nature. With skulls, bones, petrified saints, and holy blood, the iconography of death seems to have spread everywhere. Moreover, Naples is paved with obscure legends. Behind every door, under each alcove, vivid tales linger on, tangling together the Italian aristocracy, exalted quests for knowledge, and, of course, cold blooded murders. Included in these is the story of the Anatomical Machines.

Located in the basement of the Sansevero Chapel in the historic district of Naples, the bodies of two people, a man and a woman, stand in an elaborate display. Their skin and their muscles are gone, leaving them open and naked. Yet they proudly present their vascular systems, their skeletons, and some of them inner organs.

It’s evident that our couple is not an object of devotion, so their dramatic internal nudity in one of the most sumptuous chapels in town is paradoxical. Who are these two people and why is their anatomy displayed in this sacred place?

For that answer and more… Morbid Monday: The Macabre Myth of Naples’ Anatomical Machines

Now how did I not know this about Naples?

(via humanisticscience)

The central question to be explored wrt psychopaths in fiction is, for me, whether empathy should only be extended to those who are capable of returning it, or whether there is a higher value in extending it to all beings capable of feeling.

Is empathy a social function or a moral one? 

It relates back to the earlier post I made about writing monsters, too. The answer to this question defines whether we see psychopaths as truly human - and in turn that has implications.

Do we regard humanity as something essential to us as a species, or as a category we enter into socially? If humanity is essential to all homo sapiens, what is its application as a concept?

If more contemporary media centred on psychopathy dealt with these issues I’d probably be a lot more inclined to tangle with it.

As a society, we are fascinated by fictional psychopaths. Humankind has an ‘ongoing… fascination with tales of gruesome murders and evil villain. Popular culture abounds with depictions of the mad and the bad; and aberrant psychology has proved a fertile source of such material to the novelist and the reader alike. Perhaps no single disorder holds as much morbid cultural appeal as psychopathy.

There is no question… that readers feel empathy with and sympathy for fictional characters and other aspects of fictional worlds’, yet it is difficult to see how one can empathise and identify with a character who is himself incapable of empathy. If empathy and identification are both the goal and the reward of reading literature, then we are left with a striking ambivalence which needs to be explored. 

(Source: bericdondarrion, via fuckyeahvillains)

looks like she’s been stung by 27 bees more like, jesus christ

check out my simple wrinkle trick *claws face off*

Comic will be up this evening, by the way. I need to colour it after work.