#YA supernatural

[maxlequeer]

Watched it all in one night. I'm laughing at myself. I saw the trailer, wasn't interested, saw the first episode and thought, I think this isn't for me. Returned to the series after seeing this tumblr post and... Holy shit.

1. I really really love weird town vibes - not the everyone in town wants to kill/sacrifice you vibe but the ancient gods and creatures living side by side ordinary people or under the seas type of vibe. Again if you've read the Whyborne & Griffin series, you'll know what I mean. "Horrible murder town."

2. Just overall interesting characters. They're dead. You'd think that makes the stakes low because they don't have to worry about dying during a case, but you'd be wrong. Edwin is afraid of going back to Hell (he escaped it on his own! - first time anyway). Charles doesn't want to move on and leave his best friend behind. Edwin is a "stuffy" Edwardian ghost. Charles is a one-earring, bat-wielding 80s ghost.

Crystal is a powerful medium fighting against a douchebag abusive demon ex-boyfriend. Niko is a legit fujoshi lmao and she's probably the kindest, most sincere character there. Jenny the landlord slash butcher shop owner is so so hot and cool. The Night Nurse is hilarious.

3. Themes

Dealing with your past. Histories of abuse. Learning to let new people in and finding a new purpose for yourself. "You never know when the good you do may come back around."

What Edwin went through in life and death is actually pretty sad and traumatic. Charles' life and the events leading to his death was really tragic. There was so much injustice with these boys' lives that it makes sense their detectives.

I know Edwin said something else to the Cat King and that was his confession about why he's doing what he's doing but I also believe him during that outburst at Crystal when he said that their deaths didn't matter. No one back then cared enough about them to investigate their deaths and bring their killers to justice, so now they're going to make sure that the souls who need their help will be able to move on and be at peace.

4. I did not expect Edwin, the stuffy Edwardian lad, to be the It Girl everyone wants for some reason or other. I'm down for it honestly. Everyone's trying to get him but he only has eyes for one person lmao.

5. I love the friendships and found family in this show.

6. This show is actually creepy. I mean it's horror yeah but with the major characters being teens, I thought they'd tone down the gore but not exactly. I mean sure there's comedy here but it's like in the Fear Street trilogy, you see blood and people getting slashed or stabbed or whatever. And the ghosts are not ectoplasmic. They're humans with blood pouring out of their wounds. Also, that Misery Wraith was so freaky to look at.

At this point in my life, I'm watching shows with older characters, but if this thing had come out when I was younger, I probably would have gotten obsessed. But I do love this show honestly. I wish it will have a season 2. I won't be surprised if it won't because I honestly do not expect anything from Netflix. But it's such a good damn show, and it would be a shame not to see these characters again.

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES S1 + TUMBLR REACTIONS

[marshmyers]

For fans of Holly Black and Nova Ren Suma, a gripping, hauntingly atmospheric novel about murder, revenge, and a world where monsters--human and otherwise--lurk at the fringes.

When seventeen-year-old Breezy Lin wakes up in a shallow grave one year after her death, she doesn't remember who killed her or why. All she knows is that she's somehow conscious--and not only that, she's able to sense who around her is hiding a murderous past.

PURCHASE

[the-worlds-between-pages]

The Society For Soulless Girls by: Laura Steven

Published by: Random House Children’s Publication Date: 9/19/2023 To start this review I’d like to thank NetGalley and the publisher for access to this eARC in exchange for an honest review. Trigger Warning: sexual assault and animal death, drug use This is going to be another short one. I didn’t like this book. I DNF’d at 48% This book is long and when it comes to long books you need good…

[annafromuni]

A YA Dark Naturalism Favourite

I love a book with a dark, moody setting. Give me a forest, a secluded town, and a mythical-dipped lore whereby people must guard the population by dealing with what lurks in the shadows. Susan Dennard’s The Luminaries gives all that and more and it’s a wonderful introduction to the world of dark naturalism – one of my favourite aesthetics. Here we get magical realism, folklore-inspired…

[bellaiswriting]

The Adventures of Alex & Jake

trigger warning: this story contains depictions of violence, suicidal ideation, attempted murder, talk of murder and suicide, and may contain other such mature themes. proceed with caution.

I can’t stop staring at Jake’s pulse. It’s the spot right under his jawline, near the jugular. His freckles extend down over it, but that’s not what makes it fascinating. I’ve lasted three months, twelve days, and seventeen hours without taking a bite. It might be a record, I don’t know. I’ve never had a roommate while in this state before.

“Alex? Hey, Alex!” Jake waves his hand in front of my face.

“Mm?” I tear my gaze away to meet his, the clear blue of his eyes nearly as captivating. Shit.

“Were you even listening? I said the house is haunted!”

That catches my attention. “Um. What?”

“When I woke up this morning, my closet was open. I know I closed it before I went to bed!”

I fiddled with my hair for something to do, not entirely sure what to make of this assertion. “Maybe you opened it in your sleep or something.” I start to braid the shoulder-length strands before unbraiding them. Braiding, unbraiding. Braid, unbraid.

Jake gives me a withering look that rivals those of my sister. “I think I’d know if I did that.”

“You’d be asleep though, so . . . how would you know?”

“That also doesn’t explain the cold spots!” Jake leaps to his feet, bounding over to the doorway of the kitchen across from me. He stands with his hands on his waist. “Right here! Every time I walk through here, I get cold! Don’t you feel it too?”

I shake my head. Then again, I don’t really feel cold anymore. Or warm, for that matter. Ever since my transformation, I don’t feel shifts of temperature in the air. Only when I touch another person do I feel warmth. People ask me all the time why I wear black and long sleeves all the time, especially in the summer. But I don’t feel the heat. The sun doesn’t warm me anymore. Nothing warms me.

Except blood.

“It’s an old house. My dad got it cheap. So . . . it’s probably just drafty.” Shit, my gums ache. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them tightly.

Jake looks at me skeptically. “Okay, what about the giggles?”

I stare back at him blankly. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“The giggles! When I take a shower, sometimes I hear giggling! It’s creepy!”

He covers the front of his pants with his hands. I hate that now I’m also thinking of him in the shower. I shake my head to banish the thoughts.

“I think you watch too many horror films.”

Jake opens his mouth to protest further when there’s a knock on the door. I feel my shoulders sag with relief. Finally. Jake’s expression brightens and he rushes to the door, flinging it open before I even have a chance to stand.

“Abigail!” He flings his arms around my sister in a hug, as she struggles to step into the house with him clinging to her.

“Hello Jakob,” she says with a faint smile, patting his blond curls lightly before detangling herself and holding the transit container of blood out to me. “How’ve you been?”

“He thinks we have a ghost,” I say as I quickly take the container and bring it with me to the kitchen. I don’t bother to listen to what Abigail tells him, quickly removing a couple blood bags from the container and storing the rest in the fridge. I know I should grab a mug or something, but I’m too thirsty. The taste of sour iron fills my mouth as my gums start to bleed, my fangs pushing out from their hidden sheaths. It’s painful, and even after a year I haven’t quite gotten used to it.

I sink them into the first blood bag, closing my eyes as the liquid rushes into my mouth. It doesn’t taste good, but it’s satisfying. It’s the only thing that makes the ache go away, and I quickly drain both bags, tossing the now empty sacks into the trash. Only now do my ears pick up what’s going on in the next room.

“Have you tried talking to the ghost? Maybe it’s friendly.”

I roll my eyes, stalking back into the living room. “Don’t encourage him, Abi,” I complain as I collapse back onto the couch, no longer enticed by either of their heartbeats.

Abigail gives me a faint grin, as Jake goes off into another rant about cold spots in the house and strange noises in the night. She used to be younger than me, but now we’re the same age. Physically, at least. In another year, she’ll be a year older. It still hasn’t quite sunk in that she’ll grow old, and I won’t. I don’t like thinking about it.

She’s been my best friend our whole lives. She was the only person I called after I got attacked and woke up alone and covered in my own blood in my dorm room bathtub. She was the only person I told when the cravings started—when the changes started. She took a volunteer position at the blood drive specifically to steal blood for me, which I didn’t even ask her to do.

She convinced me to keep Jake when he came to me, insisting that I could use a friend who was like me. Who was different.

I have no idea if there are other beings like us in the world. Obviously, there’s the bastard who turned me, and the one that bit Jake, but how many others are there? People consider us a myth, a campfire story, a legend nobody thinks is real. I can barely believe we’re real, and I’m living proof. Well, un-living proof. Ha.

But ghosts? Ghosts can’t be real too, right? If ghosts are real, why didn’t I become one when I died? Before that . . . thing got to me.

“Well, if there does end up being a ghost, call me, okay? I’ll want to hear all about it,” Abi says to Jake, giving him a soft smile.

Jake beams, and I grumble under my breath, annoyed by the entire thing.

“Will you come to my soccer game this Saturday?” Jake asks hopefully as he picks up the container from the floor next to me and walks Abigail to the door.

“Only if you promise to win,” Abi says with a wink.

“I always win!” Jake exclaims, a complete lie. But it makes Abi laugh, so whatever.

He flops onto the couch next to me once she’s gone, picking up the Playstation controller he dropped earlier. As he pulls up the menu, he glances sidelong at me.

“You feeling less grumpy now?”

I grunt in response, closing my eyes. Now that I’m full, I can feel the relaxation settling deep. I always get sleepy after drinking. I guess that’s natural for a predator. The anxiety for the hunt, the sating, the rest, the thirst. It’s an endless cycle.

“You’re coming to my game, right?”

“I always do, don’t I?”

“Yeah, but not because you want to.”

I open my eyes to frown at him. “Why else would I go?” I don’t enjoy sports. I never have. I don’t see the point in flinging your body around for the entertainment of others. Plus it looks exhausting.

Jake shrugs one shoulder, no longer looking at me. “It just seems like you hate it. You always just stand off to the side and don’t talk to anybody.”

“I don’t like talking to people.”

“I know but . . . these people are my friends. Can you at least try?”

“What’s the point? It’s not like any of them can really get to know me.” I’ll only be putting them in danger. Or they’ll freak out as soon as they find out what I am. I thought Jake had the same misgivings, but apparently not. “You’re not worried about one of them getting close and getting hurt?”

Jake doesn’t answer for a moment. “It’s better than being alone all the time,” he says, smashing the buttons on his controller.

“I’m not alone. I have you.” I say the words before I can catch myself, but the small grin that curls Jake’s lips makes it worth it. A warm feeling fills my chest, from the inside out.

I didn’t know it could do that.

[drulalovescas]

Showing Misha our script for Supernatural season 16, the Destiel reunion. Misha was thrilled.

Balls Deep Destiel in Supernatural revival on HBO.

[torpublishinggroup]

Though it might be tempting, don’t venture into hedge mazes…no matter what

Be mindful of triggering the wrath of revenge ghosts lest you become a ghost yourself

Beware the dangers of underestimating “docile girls”—it could be a killer mistake

Summoning an ancient evil demon is NEVER a good idea. Seriously. 

Trying to steal someone’s home might cost you your soul. It’s never worth it. 

Understand that haunted houses have feelings too—the problem is sometimes they’re evil.

Tips provided by Terry J. Benton-Walker, editor and contributor of The White Guy Dies First: 13 Scary Stories of Fear and Power.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT

Killer clowns, a hungry hedge maze, and rich kids who got bored. Friendly cannibals, impossible slashers, and the dead who don’t stay dead....

A museum curator who despises “diasporic inaccuracies.” A sweet girl and her diary of happy thoughts. An old house that just wants friends forever....

These stories are filled with ancient terrors and modern villains, but go ahead, go into the basement, step onto the old plantation, and open the magician’s mystery box because this time, the white guy dies first.

Edited by Terry J. Benton-Walker, including stories from bestselling, award-winning, and up-and-coming contributors: Adiba Jaigirdar, Alexis Henderson, Chloe Gong, Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, H. E. Edgmon, Kalynn Bayron, Karen Strong, Kendare Blake, Lamar Giles, Mark Oshiro, Naseem Jamnia, Tiffany D. Jackson, and Terry J. Benton-Walker.

A collection you’ll be dying to talk about…if you survive it.

[strawlessandbraless]

Oof right in the abandonment issues

[bloodybellycomb]

In a capitalist dystopia, your company gets to determine your sexuality, but one brave man will rebel against this system. In a world full of bisexuals, one courageous man decides to take a bold stand and come out as straight. Read this popular ya novel that is taking tiktok by storm now.

[raeshutupandbookup]

"Little flower, I am the glowing eyes." - Julian

And like that Chryssy's world turns on its axel. She believed she was insane but the bad boy of her highschool proves she is sane and that he's not human. Now he's stating that they are mates?! 

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[babygirlwolverine]

dean thinks cas likes him… he’s pretty sure… he thinks so anyway…. but he wasn’t going to be the one to make a move on a freakin’ angel. he’d let cas make the first move if that was something cas wanted. but days turned into weeks and months and then years with no attempts from cas to pursue dean. so dean buried his feelings. it was probably just his own unrequited desires reflecting back at him. he could live with pining and yearning.

it wasn’t until late one night, the two of them researching in the bunker library together with glasses of scotch next to each of their hands, that cas said something.

cas looked up at dean, darted his gaze down to the tomb in front of him, and looked back up at dean again. the flickering movement made dean glance up, and he locked eyes with cas; raising an eyebrow to silently ask cas what was up.

“we should get married,” cas said.

dean grinned.

yes. cas definitely liked him.

[marshmyers]

The Velkwood Vicinity was the topic of occult theorists, tabloid one-hour documentaries, and even some pseudo-scientific investigations as the block of homes disappeared behind a near-impenetrable veil that only three survivors could enter — and only one has in the past twenty years, until now.

Talitha Velkwood has avoided anything to do with the tragedy that took her mother and eight-year-old sister, drifting from one job to another, never settling anywhere or with anyone, feeling as trapped by her past as if she was still there in the small town she so desperately wanted to escape from. When a new researcher tracks her down and offers to pay her to come back to enter the vicinity, Talitha claims she's just doing it for the money. Of all the crackpot theories over the years, no one has discovered what happened the night Talitha, her estranged, former best friend Brett, and Grace, escaped their homes twenty years ago. Will she finally get the answers she's been looking for all these years, or is this just another dead end?

PURCHASE

[microwavebeeep]

I've got this little plot idea in my head, where TFW go on vacation, and Dean says to Cas smth like "No, you're not going to a beach resort in a suit" so he makes Cas wear his clothes. Cas does what his friend says, though he doesn't understand, what's wrong with his trenchcoat.

Well... This decision had a much more unexpected result for Dean... Who knew, what Cas was hiding under all these layers.

[shyshitter]

eileen’s favorite holiday is dean’s birthday bc it’s the only time sam lets himself get absolutely hammered.

happy belated, baby gurl <3

[linory1]

[noa-nightingale]

I don't even go here but I think he deserves to hear it back, just once.