why is it always “you have an infestation” and “oh my god why are you covered in lesions” and never “how is the wasp’s nest in your attic? is it nice? does it thrum with life and malice? does it sing that you are beautiful, that you are a home, that you can be fully consumed by what loves you?”
my favorite thing about tma has always been the avatars who love the fears they serve, who show that love so vibrantly that, for just a moment, they sway you into feeling like you could learn to love that fear the way they do. when jane prentiss said “not loved as you would understand it, a deeper, more primal love, a need as much as a feeling” and when jude perry said “as the heat warped my bones and bubbled my flesh, all i heard was the loving exaltation of my god” and when mike crew said “falling had always held a special place in my heart, that wonderful border between terror and delight” and when manuela dominguez said “and at his words i felt afraid, and my heart soared in terror and elation as my eyes brimmed with tears, for i knew he spoke the truth” and when hezekiah wakely said “i had never felt such safety as within the crushing weight of earth all around me, the pressing embrace of the buried.” do you get me
