#This spread was my fav of the whole book

[iapislazuli]

marcy autism moments (journal spoilers)

[shhhsecretsideblog]

For the birth denial asks, what about going to a play or performance and you're in labor the whole time, but you're sucking it up because it's your partners birthday and they really wanted to see it, but your water breaks/ you feel the urge to push just after the last intermission ends

Anon!!!! You beautiful person! This is my fav thing ever and I swear I’ve submitted this exact request to other birth fic writers on here before I started doing my own. So so happy to have gotten this ask. Thank you!!!!

Theatre Birth

We had booked the tickets a year ago; it was a limited run at our local theatre, guest starring our favourite actress, and it just happened to coincide with your birthday. We simply had to get tickets to see this play. So I offered to buy the tickets and we could make a celebratory night of it.

But then I got pregnant.

We completely forgot about the show with all the excitement of the pregnancy, until about two weeks beforehand when we received the tickets in the post. It was awfully close to my due date. You offered to cancel the tickets, or see if we could resell them, but we were both still desperately excited to see this limited performance while we could. I assured you I still wanted to go, it was your birthday treat and we would be fine. First babies are never early.

I didn’t tell you about the braxton hicks contractions that plagued me the day before, or the fact I’d lost my mucus plug that morning. You were too excited; it was your birthday, you had a baby on the way and you would be seeing your favourite actress that evening. I couldn’t spoil your joy, especially not for false and practice labour pains. I just had to ride them out and let you enjoy your day. I’d tell you tomorrow.

I’d managed to hide the grimaces of pain throughout the day, but when we got to the theatre the cramps were coming at such regular intervals I was forced to consider this might actually be the real thing. But we were here now and labour took hours before there would be any need to go to the hospital, so I didn’t say anything. You pulled my arm eagerly through the theatre, excitement sparkling in your eyes for this evening’s performance. Holding my heavy bump, I plastered on my best smile and waddled behind you to find the row with our seats.

The old theatre seats were upholstered in a rough red velvet that itched the backs on my legs and the size of the seats were not designed with pregnant people in mind. Needless to say I was far from comfortable. You flicked through the programme and opened your box of sweets, in a world of your own as we waited for the show to start. I shifted in my seat and rubbed the ache in my lower belly, my bump spread over the tops of my legs because the seat was too narrow to allow it to fully sit between my thighs as it usually did. Another contraction struck and I hissed through my teeth but at the same time the music started abruptly so my flinch was left unnoticed.

I’d thought seeing the play would be a great distraction from the aches and twinges, but as the waves of pain crashed with more and more intensity I couldn’t pay attention to what was happening on stage. The seat was agonisingly uncomfortable, I was sweating in my outfit, and I was regretting all my choices that had led me here. After a long hour and a half Act One eventually finished. You helped me up out of the low chair so I could make a quick dash to the toilet, with the baby so big and so active I was surprised I’d lasted the duration of the first act.

There was a long line for ladies, standard in the small theatre, but as I felt the telltale cramping of the next contraction I pulled the pregnancy card and skipped ahead of the queue. I just felt so full; my belly was tight, the baby was low, and there was so much pressure. I panted silently through the contraction as I sat on the toilet and just as it was coming to an end I felt something give and a splash echoed from the porcelain.

Oh my god, that was my waters… I thought to myself.

I sat there, a little in shock, breathing slowly to calm myself. It's okay. I’ll just clean myself up, head back to our seats to tell you, and then we could make a quick and subtle exit before the play resumed. By the time I had exited the bathroom and awkwardly shuffled along the row to get back to our seats the lights in the theatre were already starting to dim - the next Act was beginning. You offered a hand to help me get back into the chair and I don’t know why but I took it and sat back down on the itchy seat. The music started before I could tell you my waters had just broken, with everyone around us back in their assigned seats all sitting in the dark and facing the bright lights of the stage. Now completely stuck in the middle of a row I couldn’t bring myself to tell you - we couldn’t get leave now, it would mean asking about 15 people to move in order to allow my heavy and labouring body to exit the row and attracting all manner of unwanted attention. Rubbing my contracting belly, I took a deep breath. I just had to get through act two and then you and I could head straight for the hospital after the play. Everything would be fine.

~•~

It was not fine.

Without the cushioning of my waters the baby’s head was rammed against my dilating cervix. The contractions were hitting me every few minutes and I was surprised I hadn’t yet cried out from the pain. I tried to do little things to ease the pain, shifting in my seat or rubbing my belly, but the movement seemed to attract the annoyed glances from people around us. If I just stayed still and breathed through the pain, I was sure I could make it through. Occasionally you’d glance at me, checking I was enjoying the show, and I tried my best to smile through my gritted teeth.

But everything changed when the need to push presented itself. I pulled a sudden sharp gasp and my eyes widened with panic. You softly turned to look at me and your face fell at seeing the pained and panicked expression on mine.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You whispered in my ear.

“Hooo- nothing…” I breathed quietly, ignoring all my body’s cues that I might need to start pushing.

You placed a hand on my bump and felt the solid and tense surface beneath your fingers. “Are you having contractions?”

“I’m fine… hoooo… just- hold my hand.” I said, determined not to make a scene or attract attention.

Grabbing your hand I turned back to the stage, signalling you to do the same. I could do this, it wouldn’t be much longer and then we can leave quietly. Just breathe and don’t push, I told myself.

I managed to make it through half a dozen more contractions, breathing steadily and squeezing your hand whenever they hit. I could see in my peripheral vision your head turning anxiously towards me whenever I gripped your hand tight. The play felt like it was dragging on and on and on. Surely it had to end soon. The next contraction began to seize, I took a deep breath and released it slowly through the pain but the pressure was quickly building to astronomical heights. I was biting my lips to stop myself making any noise but the occasional whimper slipped through. Without control or permission I felt my body suddenly push. My fingers curled around your hand, my nails digging deep into your skin as I beared down.

Your head snapped towards me and saw my face scrunched and my chin on my chest.

“Oh my god are you pushing?!?!” You stuttered.

I could only gulp a breath as my body pushed again. The baby was right there and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My legs parted instinctively as I slumped in the chair and lifted my knees. I could feel my lips start to open, forced apart as the head pushed its way out. And yet I remained silent, with only the occasional muted grunt sounding from my throat from a baby that was desperate to be born.

“Stop… y-you can’t be pushing. You’re not in labour… are you?” You were frazzled, unsure what to do. The performers were still on stage, the show continuing, unaware of the new life that was soon to enter the world.

I let go of your hand and scrambled to pull the fabric of my dress up. Diving beneath the clothing I put a hand between my thighs and I felt through my underwear the large round shape of the baby’s head poking out. “Fuck….” I gritted under my breath.

Unable to fully speak or explain, I just grabbed your hand and placed it on the partially crowned head. “Baby’s-coming…mnghhhhhh….” I grunted and succumbed to another push, bearing down uncontrollably with a primal need to birth right here right now.

People around us were starting to notice, but I could pay them no mind. The baby slipped further and further out with every push, filling your hand that had remained between my legs. The full crown was reached in a matter of agonising seconds and then with a sudden loud grunt the head popped out.

It was only then I became aware of the silence and the fact the people on stage had halted their performance and were staring.

[wittymumbledon]

With how much gravity falls stuff I’ve been working on lately it’s taken me a while to get around to finishing this (long enough for me to nearly finish reading over the first “season” for the third time in a row) but here it is!! A double-page spread dedicated to @ckret2’s golden-haired menace, because I wanted NEEDED to show my appreciation for this fucking amazing AU ✨

Figuring out how to translate Goldie into my style was really fun--I tried to stay true to the original, but kinda subconsciously also added elements from my own Bill which I think is neat (namely the angular smile and triangular brows). I dunno why I gave him That One Curl (TM) but once I noticed it I tried to carry it through all the pics--the hair as a whole was really fun, especially messing around with the textures when it was--well, say, messy.

I redrew some of my fav frames/story moments (plus a couple extras: the cleaning one is inspired by when i was cleaning irl, and realized that Goldie made me feel a lot less dysphoric about wearing leggings and tank tops 'round the house. Thus - in tribute to the irony - Bill gets my leggings fdfhjdfhdf)

but that barely even scratches the surface of just the pure, gloriously hilarious chaos that this beast has to offer-- not to mention the simple fact that it is just. REALLY well written: the attention to details from the books, the comics, and the show itself; the way each character is visibly flawed in some way, be it with their morals, or their actions, or the soundness of their morals; the way each chapter healthily mixes random show-like chaos with genuinely useful info that later BEAUTIFULLY Chekov Gun's itself right back into the culmination of each saga -- it all feels so aware and true to canon and so, so, SO beautifully ALIVE. Dare I say it is one of my absolute favourite fanworks that I've ever read.

Speaking of which - if you’ll excuse me - I have some chapters to catch up on. Like I said - I’ve specifically held off reading the latest ones so that i’d finish the fanart faster and so that i’d have an excuse to make more. looking at you - bill’s abomikini /hj

If you've made it through my lil essay there I appreciate it so much <3

Bonus: I wove a lil bracelet inspired by the one Mabel made for Bill✨

Didn’t have the right colours of embroidery thread on hand so I used yarn instead, but that actually ended up working perfectly with the beads I had (just plain ol' blue ones, cause I wasn’t sure if using nazar beads would have been culturally insensitive or not - nor did I have any nazar beads that I could have used in the first place - but hey! these ones are nice and shiny and the colour works well imo)

[danikamariewrites]

hi there, can you write something fluffy for fenrys??

Book Delivery

Fenrys x reader

A/n: I haven't written for Fen in so long and he's literally one of my favs from ToG. He deserves happiness after everything he's been through

Warnings: none

Fenrys watched from the balcony as Aelin walked you through the castle gates. He lets out a dreamy sigh as you throw your head back from laughing at something the queen said. Fenrys was so lost in his little fantasy land he missed Rowan come to stand next to him.

“You feeling ok?” Fenrys jumps, backing away from the railing and clutching at his heart. “Good gods! Don’t do that Rowan!” The king couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread across his lips. Rowan looks out at your retreating figure as you leisurely walk back to town. “Aelin thinks you two would make a great match.”

Fenrys lets out an annoyed huff, taking his piercing gaze off of Rowan and watching you again. He was always so charming and smooth when it came to talking to females. For some reason when he tried speaking to you Fenrys always made a fool of himself. He either tripped over air or fumbled with his words before excusing himself. There was no other way to say it, Fenrys is in love with you.

How could he not be? You’re so kind and intelligent and beautiful. Fenrys can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you’re around.

A week later - on the day you usually visit, Fenrys noted - Aelin called him into her office. Striding through the open door Fenrys stopped before her desk, sketching a bow before standing with his hands behind his back. “What can I do for you?” Aelin gave him a smile that told Fenrys she was scheming. Fenrys mentally rolled his eyes, waiting for Aelin to tell her plan.

“I need you to do me a favor.” She said sweetly. “Nothing crazy, just an errand that I can’t get to today.” Fenrys nodded. “What kind of errand?” The queen’s smile became toothy and far too happy looking for his liking. “Can you go to y/n’s store for me and pick up the book she set aside for me?”

Fenrys felt his heart stutter in his chest. He had never been to your store. He had avoided it at all costs after the second time he made a fool of himself in front of you. “Erm…” He had to answer quickly before Aelin turned this into a command and he no choice. Not like he had one anyway. If Aelin already thought you two were a match the whole court must know by now. And Fenrys would never hear the end of it from Lysandra if he never made a move.

“Yes.” He blurts out. “Excellent.” Aelin claps her hands in approval and stands to guide Fenrys from her office. “And no rush whatsoever. Take your time, enjoy a stroll through the city. Get some tea with someone. But don’t come back here without my book.” She said sternly before shutting the door on him.

Upon entering the bustling city Fenrys found himself taking the long way to your shop. Inevitably he found himself standing outside your shop, dreading how he would mess up this conversation with you. Inhaling deeply through his nose and out through his mouth, Fenrys pushed open the door to your shop.

The bell ringing above his head caught your attention immediately. You rushed to the front of the store, your arms full of books. Your eyes widen in surprise at the tall male in the middle of your small book store. “Hi,” you say cheerily, “Fenrys, right?” It took all of his training to keep calm. To keep the butterflies from swarming his insides.

“Y-yes. Yup, that’s me.” Dear gods he hoped Lorcan would show up and stab him.

Then you did something unexpected. You giggled at him. It wasn’t a pity laugh, you genuinely giggled. Fenrys smiled at you. Realizing you looked like you were about to drop the stack of books in your arms Fenrys cleared the space between you, reaching his hands out to help. “Can I take these for you?” “Oh, yes. That would be great, thank you.”

As you handed over half the stack Fenrys noticed your hands were shaking. If it was because of him he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Can you put them on the front counter?” “Of course.” You give him a small nod and lead him to the counter.

After putting the books down you nervously fiddled with your hair, glancing at Fenrys every other second. You felt like you always messed up when you spoke to him. That awkward laugh would always leave your lips and you always forgot where you were going when you bumped into him in the castle.

Clearing your throat you finally look make eye contact. Maybe that’s too much eye contact, you think to yourself. Fenrys isn’t shying away though. If anything he’s looking at you with the same shy, unsure intensity.

An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you before Fenrys finally remembers why he’s here. “Aelin sent me to pick up her book. She said you had it set aside for her.”

The realization clicked in your eyes and your cheeks redden. It was silly to think he was there for you. Pulling the book from the shelf behind you and turning back to Fenrys you give him a small smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as you felt. “Here you go.” His fingers brushed against yours. You felt a warmth rush through your body at the soft touch.

Your cheeks heat even more as you bite back your smile. Fenrys takes the book giving you a reassuring smile. “Thanks,” he says softly. “You’re welcome.” He nods and turns to leave. Fenrys cringes at himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

He stopped with his hand on the door, thinking screw it. Marching back up to the counter Fenrys takes a deep breath. You look up at him with bright curiosity in your eyes. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

You nod your head excitedly. “I would love that. Is tomorrow night ok?” “Absolutely.” You give him a bright smile. Taking out a pen and paper you write down your address for him. He takes it happily and practically skips out of your store back to the castle.

[weird-bookworm]

LET'S SPREAD SOME LOVE!!!!!

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

😄

oh god this is gonna be one hell of an answer

@fairyhaos because shes the sweetest comfiest most adorably chaotic lil ball of energy + she gives the best advice like hello??? what are you??? oh god my heart goes a little off track everytime we talk i just love you so much

@wheeboo okay shes part 2 of the they-make-me-feel-the-safest trio along w yena and axe like please i stumbled across the sweetest sassiest boo stan ever ALSO UR GORGEOUS???

@blue-jisungs axeaxeaxeaxeaxe so chaotically lovely and so boomer and so fun and yoid think shes savage but no shes just soft and as harmful as a pinecone (why do u remind me of tht one joon meme of him just. sitting there. peeling potatoes. in tiny.)

@slytherinshua we kinda talked less for a while bc life happened and then caught up (kinda lol) and im so glad to see shes still as crazy and lovable as ever (im waiting for tht ppt) like talk abt impressive. impressive is her whole personality. sometimes in, uh, less than conventional ways...hehe

@eternalgyu HANNIE WHERE TF R U I MISS UUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭🫶🏻 like yk what i imagine when i think of hannie? causing mischief. LIKE IDEK WHY OKAY i just feel like we'd be running around giggling like idiots js pulling random pranks on people and js the thought makes me smile

@yllouhannie ylli is like love. ylli is gentle and kind and sweet. shes understanding and passionate and really quite cute. oh my love you make me wanna jump off a cliff because how can someone like you exist 😭 (no srsly what is this witchcraft ilysm mwah)

@woozvc nora is like home. which is saying a lot lmao i sound dramatic but like yk when u just talk to someone and it feels just right even tho ur not rly doing much? shes older but she lets go and i can just feel how absolutely beautiful this person is *melts off a cliff*

@welcometomyoasis shu oh shu i have no words so pardon if this is a little small but. ik i say this a lot but i rly do mean it. i love you. so much. yr msgs and reblogs and asks always make a smile and they make me giddy and suddenly nothing is wrong with the world 🥺

@haecien bro is my ultimate gay bestie like what else do you need in life other than cien. what. nothing is the answer. life is complete when u hv cien and his shenanigans lolol like i dare you try to Not like him. i m p o s s i b l e.

@glosskirt AYYYYY MY ARMY SOULMATE we connected over min yoongi. we still rant over min yoongi. we shall die talking about min yoongi. like there is nothing better than having someone to fangirl with over my favs gloss you filled a hole in my life <3

@mesanthropi weiwei!!!! my little bundle of sugar spice and everything nice!! (+ chaos and a passion about the randomest shit ever how do u live why am i not this exciting) how is it always fun to talk to you and why do ur msgs excite me so much

@aaniag chaos. thats it. chaos. this woman brought with her about half a dozen more desi moots for me like how do i hug you how do i appreciate you enough i ugghhhh 😩

@thepoopdokyeomtouched im still waiting for my flirting yk? lol on a serious note, u and ur crazy streak r probably the most entertaining thing on here, and i fucking love it. i love ur chaos and the fact tht u choose to share it w me, thank you 🫶🏻

@arafilez bro rly dropped outta thin air like a fucking ghost and made my life abt a 100x more exciting where were you my entire life ara. where. why didnt the atz rants and the writing and the random asks show up sooner. why.

@nonononranghaee HAFS MY LIL CUTIE PATOOTIE WHY DO I ALWAYS WANNA SQUISH U NOMNOM U CRUSH U KSKSJEHEH u give me so much cuteness aggression oh my god...

@kkooongie sarah sarah sarah sarah sarah i live for ur writing and im always looking forward to our little chats abt books and random stuff (...when r u updating btw 😅)

@maeleelee @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this i don't tell you guys enough how much i love and appreciate each one of you. i dont tell u enough how grateful i am whenever i think abt u bc god ik how hard it is to take in a random person in ur circle, to adjust w a kid, to make said kid feel safe and included and loved. so thank you. for all that you do for me and for loving lil ol' me <3

@cadenonlinelive where u at damn i hvnt seen u in ages

@rubywonu @idubiluv GUYS STOP HIBERNATING ITS NOT WINTER ANYMORE I MISS U

[billiedeansbitch]

Hiiii, this idea just popped into my head and since u’re one of my fav writes i’d love to see ur take on it.

It can be either larissa or miranda x reader (i imagined with larissa but it really doesn’t matter), so she’s cooking or baking something and like little things just go wrong in the process which frustrate her but she keeps going until the end when the whole thing just comes out wrong (she burns it or something like that) and reader starts laughing cause it’s just a big ol’ mess until she hears larissa crying cause it was her breaking point so r is like “oh shit sorry” and tells her it’s okay and smothers her with kisses until she sees a smile

Hope u’re doing good, byeeee :)

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞����𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: I'm a sucker for fluff and this prompt is just *chef's kiss* also I am doing good I hope you are too :>

warning/s: none.

The sound of the electric mixer buzzed in the kitchen (while she could have mixed the ingredients with her hand, Larissa believed it would be more time efficient this way) and she let it mix for approximately a minute or two as advised in the book until it became fluffy as desired. Nothing could possibly go wrong, so she read the directions once in her thoughts before repeating them loudly and clearly to ensure she didn't miss anything before moving on to the next step.

She cracked in the egg and added a teaspoon of vanilla, her hands trembling in the process. It was quite ridiculous and she was sure that if you were around, your laughter would have echoed in the room. After everything was blended, Larissa added two and a half cups of chocolate chips knowing your affinity for sweets.

And like she would know the difference between a good dough and a bad one, she scraped the side with her finger and let it dip into her mouth. It was sweet, flavourful and soft. She was a little bit impressed by this accomplishment.

“Into the baking sheet you go.” She started scooping them into balls, and transferred each into the cold metal surface with calculated distance. Sated with the outcome, Larissa smiled to herself and placed the sheet into the oven to bake for about twelve minutes.

For the whole duration of the baking process, the woman stayed planted in front of the oven, her lower back pressed on the island counter, her eyes fixated on the cookies like it would do anything to help the cookies bake. Twelve minutes later, as soon as the alarm went off, Larissa put on her floral patterned oven mitts ready to judge her creation.

When it came out, the smell was okay but not heavenly as she was expecting, then her smile dropped. This batch was unevenly baked, some were undercooked and some were burnt, she also had problems with over-spreading making all look like a big mess.

Her brows furrowed, staring at the mess in silence, thinking what she could have done wrong. That was when she took out her phone from her apron’s pocket and started searching. One potential cause was the butter, she could have overly softened the butter or overworked the dough and she blamed this to the electric mixer.

Larissa didn’t let this mishap discourage her, so she tried again, gathered a new batch of ingredients and scraped the mess off into the trash. This time she didn’t rely on the cooking book, she searched online for ways to perfectly bake cookies and looked for some tips. She preheated the oven, chilled the dough, and used the middle rack of the oven. However, something still went wrong with the cookies, it ended up tough and dense. Larissa frustratedly sighed, her shoulders sagging.

So she went over the internet again and found out stale baking powder could cause this problem so she checked the box and facepalmed when she found out that it was already expired. Thirty minutes later, Larissa came back with a fresh tray of eggs, baking soda, and some flour. She was determined to make this one work.

Sweat ran down her back, attempting again for the third time. She checked her phone. It was only two o'clock. She still had plenty of time before you came home. Although fifteen minutes later Larissa heard the front door opening and your familiar footsteps reverberating in the house.

“What are you doing?” you had a smile on your face as you inquired, shrugging off your coat while you sauntered toward the kitchen to see what your girlfriend had been up to while you were gone.

“Oh, nothing…just baking.” Larissa met your eyes in a fleeting glance, her cheeks already glowing red. She watched you from the corners of her eyes, going around the counter and planted yourself next to her, brushing her hair off her face.

“You have flour on your face, love.” you wiped it off gently with your thumb before you focused on what she was doing, and simply taunted her with your presence.

Larissa felt the growing pressure, felt how heavy your eyes were as you watched her, distracting her, “It says only a teaspoon, love.” your hand locked around her wrist stopping her from pouring more vanilla into the dough.

“Could you check my emails? See if anything’s out of the ordinary?” she requested.

You didn't think so much of it and agreed, “Yeah, of course. Right now?”

She nodded.

“Okay.”

In all honesty, she didn’t need her emails to be checked, she just didn’t want you there to witness her fail over a supposedly simple task. Baking should not be this hard and complicated, it shouldn’t be exhausting, it was designed to be relaxing and refreshing. She was supposed to be enjoying and not stressing over this. God, she just wanted to bake for you.

Somehow she still scored the next, making it three consecutive fails. This time she didn’t bother checking what went wrong, she was tired, it was her breaking point, and to make it worse, you walked in after smelling the burning sweet smell of sugar and broke into laughter.

It wasn't your intention to insult or upset her; you just laughed because it was a mess and you had been with her for so long to know Larissa wasn’t fond of messes, and this proved to you that even after being so perfect all the time, she still had her flaws.

But it was the last thing she needed from you.

Larissa undid her apron and tossed it unceremoniously on the floor, her face buried on her hands softly sobbing. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was upset and tired. She felt pathetic. She watched a fucking child baked cookies over the internet and it turned out decent so how the fuck a grown woman couldn’t achieve the same result when clearly she should be better, if not best, at doing it.

The smile on your face faltered, altered by a sad look once you saw how Larissa broke down on the floor. “Fuck.” you expressed out loud, dashing forward to where she sat.

“Hey,” you sat next to her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She wasn’t responding. It broke you. You should have been more sensitive, should have seen the sign that it was something you shouldn’t have laughed about no matter how pure your intention was.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I only laughed because I thought it was funny because you finally messed up. It’s silly, I know, I just…you’ve always been perfect and seeing you get so frustrated over baking makes it so refreshing to the eyes and I laughed at the first chance I got when I shouldn’t have.”

Larissa stopped and turned to you, staring at you with a gentle expression, she wasn’t mad at you, she could never be. You leaned, fondling her cheek, “I should have been more careful and sensitive. I’m sorry.”

When all was said and still she hadn't moved, you began apologizing the alternative way by pressing kisses to her brow, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, everywhere.

You kept dropping another after another, more gentle, more soothing than the last, more sincere until a beam stretched her lips. Then you see the spark, one you had seen a hundred times, returned to her eyes, they looked so beautiful. She kissed back, accepting your apology. It was tender, very delicately pressed on your cheek.

You then pressed your forehead to her shoulder, catching a moment for yourself, “You almost gave me a heart attack. Seeing you like that I thought I had to go over every reason why you shouldn’t break up with me.” you let her know your thoughts, she chuckled lightly.

“Oh you did huh?” you felt her combed through your hair, planting a kiss on your head.

“Mhmm.”

“In retrospect I think it was a bit dramatic.”

“Hmm, no comment.” it was better safe than sorry. Larissa hummed as well and asked you to stand up. She did too and eyed the mess on the counter.

“We should clean this up. I need to cook dinner soon.”

When you faced her, you saw there was still a remnant of sadness in her eyes. She couldn’t hide those, not even with the smile on her lips.

“How about we try one more time?” you suggested, smiling at her, convincing her.

She was apprehensive, “Are you sure?”

“Positively sure. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll help you and if we fail we can try again tomorrow and then the day after that until we have perfectly edible chocolate chip cookies.”

Two days later, at twelve midnight, the mouth watering, warm scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies engulfed the kitchen and it was worth it as a priceless grin possessed Larissa’s lips and spun you around and kissed you.

Perhaps all that was missing was love. She had to bake with love.

[myangelhaven]

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Ten billion years by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][☄][✮][established relationship][hurt/comfort] 5.2k

"...You love me, that’s enough.”

He intertwines your fingers. “I do,” he says as he stares down at the way your fingers tangle around each other. “Love you. I—” he sucks in a shaky breath before lifting your hand to his lips. “Hurts when you hurt,” he mumbles between soft presses of his lips to your skin. “Fucking hurts so much.”

His kisses spread down your wrist, alternating between slow patient presses to hurried pecks as he makes his way down your forearm. “Let me make it better,” he says as he climbs over you again. “I’ll make it better, sweetheart.”

All I want for Christmas by @hanniiesuckle17 [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l] 5.4k

Minho and Y/n have never gotten along for reasons unknown to anyone. After circumstances arose, Y/n is stuck with Minho driving him up to the cabin the boys rented. It seems that things go terribly wrong at every turn as Y/n is kept from her long desired Christmas vacation. Will she be able to change Minho’s mind about Christmas….and possibly his view on her? 

Horror house by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l] 6.2k

you’re stuck in a horror house alone—your only way out is with the guy who hates your guts. halloween themed enemies to lovers with minho. pirate!minho with a lip ring included.

Evil roommateby by @ch4nb4ng [𖤓][☾][✮][roommatesau][e2l]6.2k

the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

Taste by @j-0ne25 [❀][☾][✮][e2l] 7.1k

Your lazy plans on a free weekend get disrupted when your annoying boss orders you to join him at a business meeting in London. As if this wasn’t stressful enough, it occurs there was a booking problem when making the hotel reservation, leaving the both of you together in one room.

A pillow in between by @starlostseungmin [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l] 7.2k

Spiderweb by @tasteleeknow [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l][brother's bff][roommatesau] 7.4k

he’s spent so long in denial. when he finally realises you’ve trapped him in your web, he panics. mutual pining. minho’s pov.

Two Truths and a Lie by @seospicybin [☾][✮][infidelity] 9k NEW

Let's play two truths and a lie, and here goes the first thing about you: You want to fuck your roommate's boyfriend, Minho.

TKO by @cb97percent [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][e2f][f2l][boxerau] 9k NEW

As you watch your friend Minho during boxing practice, the way he moves riddles you with a singular thought and you catch yourself actually saying it out loud, completely unaware how this is going to colossally backfire on you.

“I would so dom his pretty face off.”

two truths and a lie by @seospicybin

A love epiphany by @cosmic-railwayxo [❀][𖤓][childhood bff2e][e2l][fakedatingau] 9.5k

Wanting to keep up appearances in front of his parents, the Lee enterprises heir known around campus as a notorious player, comes to you with a crazy proposition: fake dating. Now, this wouldn’t have been as crazy if said heir wasn’t none other than Lee Minho, your childhood best friend recently turned enemy. 

Between the lines by @maatryoshkaa [❀][𖤓][✮][slowburn][e2l] 9.7k

Late fines, shared lockers, and a missing love letter: In which a frantic search for an overdue library book leads to you finding other things that are...long overdue.

Lowkey by @seungminheart [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][fwb] 10k

catching feelings for lee minho was inevitable from the start. falling for him is as easy as breathing, but how are you supposed to let him know how you feel when you spend more time fucking him than talking to him? OR, the only thing you're more scared of than losing minho is loving him.

Horizontal Hierarchy by @cb97percent [𖤓][☾][officeau][e2l] 10.3k

You've been having a great time at the media agency you work at as a screenwriter by pledging allegiance to no one other than yourself. Your entire chilling privileges get taken away from you when you're assigned under the direct supervision of Lee Minho, the new division head who is ridiculously hot albeit massively insufferable.

Till death do us part. by @seospicybin [☾][graphic][violence][toxicrelationship] 13.1k NEW

You and Minho head to a cabin for a weekend getaway but beneath the seemingly normal relationship, both harbor dark secrets and hidden desires to end the marriage by any means necessary.

Not so bad by @luvknow [❀][𖤓][pining][slowburn][bff2l] 13.7k

falling for your best friend isn’t the most ideal situation, but it’s not as bad as you think

The enemies to lovers project by @softukiyos [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l][suggestive] 18k

𝘵𝘢����𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 – 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

Who you are, who I am by @jeoninks [❀][𖤓][✮][slowburn][arrangedmarriage] 48.5k

when you find yourself waking up to a good-looking man who claims to be your husband, there isn’t much for you to do aside from assuming you got stuck in a drama, you know?

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

☆-------Minho's masterlist || skz masterlist--------☆

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

When I engage with the Silmarilion fandom it’s always very educational and enlightening no matter what side they’re on regarding Finwe and his sons. But whenever I interact with the HoTD fandom it’s always “you’re condoning XYZ and therefore you’re a horrible person!!!” Or doing mental gymnastics to try to justify whichever atrocities their side committed.

Thematically both stories are quite similar. We can find parallels with Rhaenyra and Feanor but even at his worst (Pulling a sword on Fingolfin, First kinslaying, burning of the ships etc.) Feanor had never put a bounty on a toddler (Rhaenyra stating that Maelor should be bought to her dead or alive causing him to be ripped apart. Like hello??!??? How is that ever a justifiable thing to do???). I can find parallels between Feanor and Rhaenyra, sure. But if I’m honest the parallels stop with them being the only child of a kings first wife who’s father then went on to face four more kids with another women. Finwe is ten times the father Viserys was. And literally none of the kids (Feanor included) would ever take their anger out on their siblings child like we see the so called Maegor come again do.

But I digress, I was talking of the fandom. I may get heated talking about whether Feanor was right in his anger at Indis or whether Fingolfin should’ve absolutely demanded more reparations from the sons of Feanor when he crossed the ice. But I’ve never seen anyone in the Silm fandom saying that someone should die because they had an opinion.

But I’ve seen many instances of HoTD fans threatening rape and death on people who think Alicent is not the monster they portray her as, or that Rhaenyra isn’t as ‘girl boss queen slay!!!’ As people say she is. Maybe it’s because HoTD is a TV show and many of the fans haven’t read the books and therefore don’t understand nuance since the TV show focuses so much on Rhaenyra’s manifest destiny arc that team green gets painted as the ‘ultimate’ villain for our girl boss queen Rhaenyra to ascend to the throne since it’s her ‘birth right’.

Not to mention how the whole made up show canon prophecy to justify colonialism means that team black stans are really showing their true colors on what they think is right. Because guess what? The Silm also has what could be said to be as a colonizing story line with the Noldor coming to Beleriand and settling but most fans agree that the cutting up of Beleriand was very much a colonizing behavior no matter what they think of Thingol.

Point is, most HoTD fans can’t hold and intellectually simulating debate over their characters without feeling like said debater is personally attacking them since their entire personality is so deeply entwined with their fav that a critique on them would automatically equate to a critique on themselves. Therefore making it entirely impossible to have a decent conversation on the thematically very important foils that Rhaenyra and Alicent pose to each other (since they still think a good story must have a black and white view of the protagonist and the antagonist lmao).

Media illiteracy in these fandoms truly is a cancer that spreads to even the most level headed and literate individuals. Pick up a book! Understand themes and how foils are supposed to be written without internalizing criticism of your fav as a criticism of yourself! I don’t get mad when people criticize Feanor, nor do I get mad when people say I’m wrong when it comes to my own interpretation of the statue of Finwe and Miriel. It’s called having a discussion and you can only do that when you’re not on the front lines dying for a fictional character who wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire in front of them!!!

[sunlitsorrows]

trying to filter out of my landslide of ideas a basic plot to build on for book one and coming back to the idea of the Black Knight

like I’m using it as an awarded title for the tournament, but thinking as I’m associating it with strategy, and in ye olde stories it seems tied to anonymity, I’m thinking there is a sort of Black Knights system, the Arthurian take on Black Ops.

Kings want something done but they know it’s going to tarnish their reputation for justice and righteousness so they want some plausible deniability? they have the knights they send forgo their livery and just wear black.

They aren’t usually doing something too awful (Schrödinger’s Sarcasm); clearing a nest of zombies who’s friends and families might be struggling to accept they really are past helping, destroying a failing town settlers don’t want to give up on and dispersing them to safer places of residence, taking a political hostage to prevent or de-escalate a war, etc.

It’s all officially blamed on rogues, of course, but it’s a public secret—real rogues will usually just kill you, if they’re making any effort to keep you alive, it’s a Black Knight.

(But like any police force, corruption abounds. Sometimes things go sideways, sometimes there’s collateral damage—but with no accountability, the rot starts to spread…)

Now, I’m kind of holding up Lancelot as an especially Good Knight—not perfect human being—but sort of towing a line most others won’t, so I’m thinking Lancelot is one of the few Knights who will admit it—Yes, I have been on Black Knight missions. No I can’t tell you which ones, but yes, it’s awful but sometimes it’s necessary to save lives.

(Because, that’s a sad reality, most people will accept the abuse of power so long as it isn’t happening to them—at least my martians have the excuse of being mass sedated.)

Until something goes a little too sideways, and something happens to a pack of rogues who aren’t, and they want names. And so, Lancelot being their best lead, they kidnap him.

So a newly knighted Mordred gets pulled into a rescue mission, and it plays out as a bit of a mystery, poor Lancelot being interrogated by villains who start off fairly scary but startto sound pretty reasonable actually as things progress, while Arthur tries to explain to Mordred how sometimes you have to do something unpopular for the greater good while Mordred watches the behavior and activity of the rescue party, and by the time they rescue Lancelot, Mordred has enough information to put together what really happened (abuse of power) and who’s responsible (x knight who just so happens to be in the rescue party look at that how convenient) and knowing that Arthur is being willfully blind/won’t hold him accountable, Mordred makes the choice to put it right himself.

This ostracizes him from most of the other knights, though Arthur can’t hold him accountable either, not without the whole mess coming out and making him look bad—politics! Driving the wedge between Arthur and Mordred a little deeper, and hitting on one of my fav antagonist themes;

You dont get to complain when I play by your rules.

I feel like this sets up the series as adventure mystery pretty well 🤔

[nopointic]

i really do laugh seeing blue lives matter stickers on cars next to a harry potter symbol like it's peak white™️millennial in the south. snarky disney meme about baby yoda being in board? check! american flag with a blue stripe? check! deathly hallows symbol or a quote saying lumos! check! congrats you're just as racist and homophobic as your mee maw and paw paw! the bitch apples don't fall far from the tree after all!

"the younger generations will end racism/homophobia/etc!" you motherfuckers can't even let a fucking book series go when the author straight up hates transgender people in the open. but you're the vote everyone worries about every single election??? 😂😂😂😂😂 y'all swear UP and DOWN you're NOT LIKE THEM OTHER WHITE PEOPLE™️ but you are!

boo hoo that was my childhood! hello!!! it was a whole lot of our childhoods and yet here we are in 2023 with millions of people saying hey! continuing to support this woman hurts so many groups of minorities cut that shit out! and i swear y'all buy another legacy game or hardback book with a new cover saying it's not a big deal cos you're sad and it cheers you up etc etc etc

then have the nerve to reblog posts about police brutality and acts of violence against trans and asian and black people saying you're spreading the word to be better.

but you're not. it's empty reblogs empty gestures and i'm fucking tired.

fuck you if you still support harry potter or anything with it in 2023

fuck you. "oh it's my childhood" tired asses.

trans kids don't make it outta teen hood most of the time due to suicide.

black and asian kids are beat the fuck up and killed by police for just being none white. hate crimes are up so bad. and then i go out and i see tons of harry potter shit like it's the fucking 90s. harry potter and friends. and y'all saying everyone is hurting entertainment now with "forced diversity"

y'all are not slick. you're fucking racist through and through. so many of y'all think because you don't actively say slurs or hang nooses or burn rainbow flags that you're not like the other homophobic racist people. but you are like them.

you're fucking pathetic on several levels and basic at that.

you continue to choose a book series over actual lives. you're beyond fucking disgusting.

and shout out to the fuckers who "love" kpop but tell their fav korean artist to speak english. i really do wish the devil would call all you sorry ass bitches back to hell where you belong. fuck you.

oh and the anti semitism that jumps out all the fucking time??? you think i don't continue to see this??!!!! Y'ALL ARE SO FUCKING TRASHY LIKE I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!

Y'ALL REALLY ARE FUCKING NAZIS IN THE OPEN AND IT'S THE WILDEST FUCKING SHIT LIKE IT IS 2023 AND YOU'RE BUYING THAT TERF SHIT IN A FUCKING ECONOMICAL CRISIS????? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE YOU ABSOLUTE CUNTS!!!!

FUCK! HARRY! POTTER!!

🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾

[sovietpostcards]

I love seeing everything you share, it's such a great glimpse into the past. But I see some things for sale too, and it's made me wonder, do you mostly collect for yourself, or to sell onwards to others to spread the joy? Or is your home like an amazing museum of the Russian/Soviet past? And what's your favourite thing that you've ever stumbled across?

(If those questions are too personal, no offense meant. Thanks for this blog though, it's one of my favs!)

Thank you for the question! :D Always nice to talk about one's obsessions. So, this blog intitially started many years ago as a way to show off my collection of Soviet New Year postcards. A few years later I tried to sell some of my excess postcards and to my surprise, people actually bought them! In 2014-2022 I did the Etsy shop full time. I realized something about myself along the way. While I adore vintage things and I enjoy touching them and looking at them and researching them, I do not need to own them indefinitely. So this shop thing is perfect for me because it gives me a chance to have so many different things and hold them and cherish them, and then I sell them and make money and room to have other things.

So, ever since the 2014, I was only buying things to sell them (and to hold and enjoy them in the process). I do of course sometimes keep things for myself, but probably fewer than you imagine. Some of the things I kept are a vintage Earth globe, a small table, a crystal vase, a bunch of kitchen stuff like cups and bowls and cutlery, a bunch of photography books, a few pins, some towels and linens, and many records and Christmas tree ornaments!

Some of the most memorable things I've come across are this huge wooden cutout of Lenin (sourced from a local school, donated to a local museum), a large and heavy folder of Andrei Sokolov space art prints (sold to the US during the pandemic and nearly gave me a heart attack with how long it travelled), this cartonage cosmonaut ornament (bought at a thrift store in St Petersburg, super expensive, but I've never seen another one), a Yuri Gagarin souvenir plate, a whole bunch of stationery (I love writing letters, I gave some of them to my penpals). The memorability, for me, is often about the process of finding it, not the item itself. Or having it - like the time I put a bunch of flags on the clothesline outside to take a picture. Neighbourhood grandmas sure were surprised. :)

[rorah]

Hi there!!! I love your artwork, it’s gorgeous!! It makes me so happy when I see your name on my feed!! The way you portray Byleth and Dimitri is beautiful.☺️

I saw your recent post about reading about autism, I hope it’s not intrusive or rude to ask, but may I ask which book you read about autism? I was curious about autism in myself and wanted to learn about it more but didn’t really know where to start.

Thank you & have a lovely week!!!

( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ ) hug hug hug

/⌒つ⊂⌒\

Hello lovely anon 🫶✨ Your words make my soul so happy and put a big smile on my face it could hurt🥺 (but it's worth it becase it fuels me to keep doing things 🥰)

For autism, the book is part of a collection with a focus on neuroscience and psychology. And it's just one book focused on autism from the entire collection. In my opinion, it's too little for what the topic could cover from a biological perspective, but the book itself is simply an introduction to understanding autism in these biological aspects, as well as a general guideline of how its study has developed over the years, and other concerns that have been constant over the years (such as treatments and causes. Spoilers: There's no cure and research indicate that it is a mostly genetic condition, but there are still doubts about other possible causes).

Anyway, it's a collection in Spanish from 2019.

Personally, I think there is more information in English and much more up-to-date, since research on the subject continues. Unfortunately, I don't have any book recommendation in English that I can guarantee a broad and digestible understanding of the spectrum (bc I haven't personally read it lol). But I can recommend channels on YouTube (:'D), that recommend books (:'DD) about autism. And I can trust the information that these people spread; they are all adults who were diagnosed in their adult life.

The first one Mom on the spectrum (her whole channel is good too for approaching to approach to experiences and terms, and one of the only ones talking about the nerve system in Autism *still not full info tho*)

Katey One More Time (Ngl, I just found out this channel looking for books, but she tackles good point on what you'll find in each book, where to start and what to look for depending on your interest in the topic)

To start, I think those two videos about books is more than enough, but i'd like to recommend other channels that brings good info to the table, so you'll be able to choose the one that is more pleasant (or you connect the most) to you.

Yo Samdy Sam (AuDHD woman)

Autism from the inside (Previously Asperger man)

Orion Kelly-That autistic guy (purely Autistic Man)

Chris and Debby (AuDHD Man, my personal fav bc is funny)

Morgan Foley (AuDHD Young woman whose shorts are made to be relatable, and fun) And there's plenty more, but these are the ones that had helped me to navigate, understand, and relate in a personal level. I would also recommend the perspective from a professional (psychiatric/psychologist) But sadly, the ones I like don't specialize in Autism and therefore their knowledge may lack more updating. If it is a specialist in the spectrum, it will be much easier because they'd be focused on that area, but I only know one and it is in Spanish (Ernesto Reaño), perhaps you can activate the subtitles as a tool, but it is better to find one that seems pleasant to you. You can also read articles on internet. If you suspect you might be Autistic, start with that first book. Relating to a lot of Autistic people is also an indication, but you also be careful because we're all different and won't relate 100% to one another. Identify similarities between other conditions than can pass as Autism experience is also part of the thing. There are even test online that can help you look deeper if you score high in there. Anyway, hope, is not too much and helps you in your curiosity 😅 Have a lovely week yourself (and everybody else)🫰💗✨

[piss-pumpkin]

ok i’m very curious - can i ask abt spatial horror? 👀

Omg hi I’m gonna go off about it now

Spacial horror describes how the physical space/setting in a piece of media is used to enhance/convey the horror. And idk I’m a huge slut for it here are some of my fav examples of things that have great use of spatial horror below the cut (my ass did not proofread)

House of leaves:

one of the main ways this book creates horror and conveys its main theme is through the house. The house reacts and responds to the characters deep rooted trauma and insecurities and warps around them. The horror builds from the idea that it’s wrong. At first, the house expands by like 1/4 of an inch, and it’s like bait, just a little taste because the house knows that Navidson is easily tempted, and once it has him, it creates a physical abyss that parallels the mental one he’s trapped in.

The labyrinth spaces of house are constantly described as cold, vast and dark and used to create an oppressive and foreign feeling, turning the image of a suburban home into an alien entity. That turning of normal into alien starts in the 5 and a half minute hallway, but it quickly spreads through even the unaffected areas of the house as the characters both desperately try and make it normal, or chase the abnormal to a dangerous degree. Their whole lives become dangerous and alien within the confines of the house.

The way the house creates space and danger runs alongside the way space and distance and conflict is created between the characters. Caution and exploration create expanses and voids, confidence creates clearer paths, confusion creates winding mazes, and when Navidson decides to venture in for his last time, the house envelopes him and destroys him. (But love creates doors and openings)

There is no monster in House of Leaves, no Minotaur in the labyrinth, just the characters and the things that a cruel place brings out of them.

“Gods a house. Which is not to say that our house is Gods house, or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God.”

Skinamarink:

Honestly my read of this movie is different then a lot of what I’ve seen on Tumblr,,, like the idea that it’s about like the liminal feeling of being awake at a time you aren’t suppose to as a child never rlly connected w/ me, so I interpreted it different.

I read Skinamarink as a commentary on horror as a genre. Most of the shots of this movie are of the house, whether a wall, window (or lack thereof) or corner, the house is the star of the film. The movie makes us hyperaware of the space the kids occupy.

Since it’s a horror movie, we go in with the expectation that there is a monster, ghost, supernatural something, whatever, and the film uses out expectations against us. It’s like the camera, in its obscure focus on dark corners, invites us to look for a monster. Like that’s what horror fans are trained to do when we see shit like that.

Skinamarink utilizes the expectations of a haunted house to make us want to see a monster. It’s a slow burn, but my thesis on this movie ultimately comes to how the direction makes the audience the monster, and it ends up as a commentary on horror as a genre. And the use of expectations for the house makes that possible. In the beginning, the windows and doors vanish, trapping the kids inside, so we’re primed to think there’s some sort of ghost or smth, and we carry that expectation throughout the film. I come to the conclusion that we create the monster with those expectations.

“Put the knife in your eye”

Fear and hunger:

This game has one of the most oppressive atmospheres ever it’s so crazy. The dungeons of feta and hunger are a crushing and evil place that’s been transformed and mutated, and change the people who venture into it.

There is no good end to fear and hunger. Even the best ending for the characters, where they achieve their goals. If cahara escapes with all the money, he’s forever haunted by the dungeons. If d’arce revives l’garde he has forever changed for the worse and they will wreak mayhem until death. By playing the game, you’ve already doomed the characters.

There are monsters inside, but the true horror is the dungeon itself. The creatures inside have been trapped, allured, tormented, and they fight you, but the true enemy is the space itself, and is inescapable even when you get out.

The dungeons of fear and hunger are the scariest part of that game and story. And you have to watch the character grapple and try their best under the crushing weight of an evil place.

“A terrifying presence has entered the room…”

Conclusion:

I love when physical space is used for horror. Like there’s so many ways, whether by warping around the characters, twisting something familiar into something foreign, forcing the viewer into it, playing with expectations, or just being a crushing and evil place.

When a place is an entity in itself, whether literally or metaphorically, it’s really juicy for me idfk. Everyone should read house of leaves it made me cry like 4 times in my first read.

Spatial horror I find far more inescapable, too. You can run from a killer, or fight back, but can you fight against your own home? You’re one person, can you tear down the dungeons of fear and hunger? The camera forces you into the Skinamarink house, there nothing you can do. And the house traps the kids real good.

Idk man spatial horror just scratches that itch for me

[cafalla]

Starlog Magazine (December 1995, Issue #221) Scans

It's been a while since I posted about a scanning project. The most recent magazine I scanned was this Starlog Magazine from December 1995!

Starlog originally started out as a Star Trek magazine, but evolved to include all things sci-fi, fantasy, and nichely nerdy. I don't think nichely is a word, but hey, this is my blog and I say and do what I want lol.

Here are some scans I like from the magazine! There is also a link to the full magazine at the end of the post if you're interested in seeing the whole thing!

Let's start off with this subscription form for the magazine.

This takes me back. The thought of filling out a form and mailing it in to purchase a magazine subscription feels so alien now (haha).

I also wanted to point out Robocop, one of my boyfriend's (and my dad's) favs! I actually only recently saw the movie for the first time with my boyfriend, and it was so fun and surprisingly gorey! I wasn't expecting it at all. For some reason I thought the movie was silly and campy? And I mean it was, but the blatant gore and body horror that would come out of nowhere was so shocking to me!

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Speaking of filling out mail-in forms to make purchases, this magazine is full of them! Mainly they're for merch and memorabilia. Here are a few of my favorites.

This selection doesn't even include all of the things available to buy from the magazine. I think my favorite are the audio cassettes/CDs and the Star Trek face t-shirts. The pin collector in me also admires the page of Star Trek pins.

The signed movie and tv photos page is SO interesting, too. I wonder how they decided the prices for each celebrity? Part of me can't imagine these are real, but if I was a celeb...I certainly would take 1 second to sign a photo if it was being sold for $40 and I got some kickback lol.

If you could have one of the singed photos from a celebrity on that list, who would it be?

I'd have to pick Gary Sinise!

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There are actually quite a few story articles in this magazine. Each have around a 3-6 page spread full of pictures - they're quite fun to look at! Here are some of my favorite pages from the various articles.

I really enjoy how they all have drastically different color backgrounds.

The cover article about how Toy Story was created/animated is cool! I picked this page because I love watching how animators work, especially when they use themselves as reference (like in the above pic).

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Lastly, just a couple of random parts from the magazine that interested me.

One was this article about a fantasy fiction author.

The article included many different covers of her books. I wish these could've been in color! I've never read older fantasy adventure novels, but these all looked super appealing to me. I'll have to keep an eye out for some of her books while thrifting.

During the scanning process, I spend a lot of time looking at the front and back covers of the books/magazines I'm scanning. I found myself absolutely enthralled with the back cover of this magazine.

Something about the colors, art, and design just piqued my interest while scanning. I've never heard of this game, much less played it, but I do want to know more about it! I'll probably see if there's a let's play online.

Gosh this is such a cool looking ad for this game. I'm sure the game itself is probably nothing great, but this ad sure is great to look at.

As always, you can view the full magazine for yourself over on my Internet Archive account.

Thanks for stopping by!

[shit-talk-turner]

I don’t necessarily think mods agree with every bullshit anon says. I know you don’t. But you choose what’s gonna be the topic of the day and it’s highley opinion-forming. (mostly negative) You don’t say much and still influence others. Provoke and wait. Share and get other people to spread it. „Smart”. That way it’s never your fault. „Oopsie”. No remorse whatsoever even though you’re responsible for a lot of weird comments on a different platform and some really creepy profiles PRETENDING to be „fan accounts”. (they’re getting blocked for a reason, another long story) Because being annoying on here is not enough. But what can you do? Admit it? It’s easier to shift the blame and call people crazy. Oversensitive, of course. Looks like someone who cares is a big turn off you. 😜 Into bad boys much? Get well soon, honey. (Sorry, bad joke, we don’t romanticize it here, I know….unless…)Anyway. A lot of blogs are problematic but this one is the final boss? Probably the most active one? Not sure. But it’s famous for sure. Even for people who forgot Tumblr existed. Apparently it’s not just „a shit chat” here?

Manipulating younger, more naive fans it’s easy. A bunch of fake screenshots is all you need. Little minions will eat that shit up and spread it for you.

What a hero. Girl „ended” racism but invented a whole new genre of misogyny. Did we just end old misogyny to replace it with a modern, more subtle, yet still effective one? Like it never went away, you just got better at hiding it. Eh. If you want others to grow and apologize for their mistakes, how about you do something different once and use your platform for good? Boo. Boring 🤣 I know I’m crazy for asking that. You’re clearly way more influential than you claim to be. So own it. How about one thing that will make someone smile, for a change. SINCE YOU’RE SO OBSSESED WITH SMILES. Such a waste of potential. Smh.

Also tell me, how is it that you’re always against taking it from here to harass people on other platforms? And little minions still come back here with „Hey. I sent them a DM.” LOL! Saying that only out of guilt and then again, my personal fav: „I didn’t advise that.” Wow, thank you but it’s clearly not working and you’re aware of it as it’s been proven many times before and that, right here, makes you a part of the problem. Btw. Being able to read someone like an open book by one facial expression would be a great superpower. I absolutely agree! I guess we all dream of that one from time to time. We can joke about it, that’s for sure. But if you take joking/humor to like, seriously diagnose? a „toxic relationship”, now that’s something I’d call a stretch. Sorry, I laugh every time you say but they’re just „famous people”so it’s okay - that’s even worse. Maybe with people you actually know in real life you’d be at least slightly more accurate, so you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, eh. Now say you don’t do that, look up the comments some people leave and tell me you never „kinda agreed” on that here. Yup. I’m not saying this blog is the worst thing that happened to humanity just because I say some things here 🤣 Yeah, there are bigger problems. Lol. I think the root of the issue here is that a lot of you are desperate for answers of things you’ll never get answers for which only leads to frustration. :(

A friend somewhere posts a comment and you’re all like „it has to be trolling”, if a friendly, wholesome, completely harmless comment is trolling to you - then what the fuck is this? Everything that’s NOT cruel to her can’t be real, smh. If you wanna troll, make it clear it’s a science fiction blog then? We are all hypocrites to some degree, yeah. I’ve made peace with that long ago. But the level here…. PS. delete your little #alexturnerwouldyoumarryme cute, innocent hashtag from all the „fan” accounts you have while you still can. Cause who knows(JOKE) maybe, one day, you’ll date him(no) and his whole fanbase will try to cancel you for it. 🤣Well, not cancel-cancel but them twisting it and using it against you at some point is inevitable. I think you often use this one here to prove…dishonesty? Whatever. All of the above is just the tip of the iceberg 🤣 TLDR.

So this is the last time we’re going to post your mania rants so if you want to continue this discussion we can do it off anon or you can start your own shit talk blog about us to post your manifestos. We appreciate that you think we’re the big bad boss of the AM underground or something, but we really don’t have that much power. There is no manipulation or cancelling happening here, just gossiping. We don’t care what other peoples opinions are as long as we can all play nice and keep it to some light hearted shit talk. We do not hate Louise like you seem to think we do and I guess you missed how often we do defend her (or delete unnecessarily hateful, disgusting asks about her). It seems you are genuinely misunderstanding a lot that is happening here or mistaking us for fans elsewhere or accounts elsewhere and are clearly having some kind of obsessive episode where we are concerned. We recommend you step back and do something else with your time because this is absolutely not healthy.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Not to crawl back to two gross old men and their fucked up relationship but I think about "They're just,, in no way good for each other but the sex is good and they're both messy and kinda lonely and they like that it's no strings attached because it genuinely is" so often after the whole,,, GOF debacle where you like psychoanalyzed them. I think about your words a lot and when a I saw a clip the other day I couldn't help but hear "They're in no way good for each other... they're both messy and lonely" and it just,, changed me. That book will never be read the same. You have such a knack for profound shit

The way they went from a man using another man's body because there was no one else who'd have them in that way, two men focused on someone else who fuck because that's all it is and the only relaxation they get, a man who said no emotions involved and a man who wouldn't feel them

To a man wrapping his talons into another body because there was no one else left, two men so focused on one thing in such different ways, one of them injecting emotion into it because it was the only way he could think to survive,, I'm not good with my words but the sheer intensity of Igor's time in Azkaban then alone, then how he throws himself at someone he never before cared about is so cinematically raw to me. Holy shit I love your blog. They met each other bad, messy, and lonely, and they died bad, messy, and lonely. I think about that yap session so often. You made my fav book goblet and I never really thought about Igor and anyone, least of all Snape, that way but you put me on a different path. I like your analyses of Barty and Evan and Rosekiller as much as I like the ones for James and Regulus and Starcahser, but it's just so,,,, I don't know, fun and educational when you spread to lesser acknowledged characters and ships.

Sorry for such a long text, but oh my god. You literally changed a whole series for me.

I've literally been reading this over and over again since it landed in my inbox and oh my god this is like,,,, the nicest thing ever??? I (obviously) love rambling but I never thought my takes would actually affect anyone this much,,, I'm very flattered vjgnbjgnbjgnb

I love analysing characters so much,,, especially the ones people usually tend to forget. I'm sat here all Debbie Ryan hair tuck rn tho vfnjbngjbg this is so nice idk what to say