#academic horror

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[bidiotka]

being a full-time kendrick fan and drake hater who also happens to be on tumblr is FINALLY paying off. everyone wants to fuck me because I don’t have to google the 2013 BET awards, “who is aubrey” or what role Ozempic plays in their feud. I have been training for this for 10 years

[headedfawn]

what’s done is done

[devilofthepit]

Mikel Koven, 101 Horror Movies You Must See before You Die, quoted in Matt Hills, "Cutting into Concepts of “Reflectionist” Cinema? The Saw Franchise and Puzzles of Post-9/11 Horror," 119 / @3000s / Aaron Michael Kerner, Torture Porn in the Wake of 9/11: Horror, Exploitation, and the Cinema of Sensation, 97 / oafworld on twitter / Kevin Wetmore, Post-9/11 Horror in American Cinema, 102

[itwasntaphase]

A vampire digital scrap book background I made

((Theme idea thanks to @graveyardmoons ))

[draculaswidow]

"Even in the grave, all is not lost"

- Edgar Allan Poe

[astrum99]

this is their dynamic to me

[mariathechosen1]

Digging too deep:

Philosophical obsession to the point of self destruction

[Image description: A collage consisting of 10 different photographs and quotes, all related to digging and holes. From top to bottom:

A wikipedia headline that says “Law of Holes”.

A close up of a shovel, digging into loose dirt.

An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The law of holes or the first law of holes, is an adage which states: "if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging." It is used as a metaphor, warning that when in an untenable position, it is best to stop making the situation worse.”

A lyrics excerpt from ‘The Song With Five Names’ by Will Wood: You can break a shovel when you break new ground / You dig dirt up when you dig deep down / You should know better than that by now / It's not profound to know that you could never know!

A blurry photograph of a dark rectangular hole in the ground, seemingly a grave. The hole is so dark the bottom of it isn’t visible. Besides the hole there is a pile of dirt.

A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Gotta get to the bottom of this/ Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / If it kills me

An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The second law of holes is commonly known as: "when you stop digging, you are still in a hole."

A photograph of a deep round hole. There’s a ladder going down into it and the bottom of the hole isn’t visible.

An excerpt from the transcript of episode 88 of The Magnus Archives: It was very strange. It was just the one word, solid capital letters in a small, neat typeface at the very centre of the page. It said ‘DIG’. I took that to be the title, and turned to the next page. ‘DIG’. Exactly the same. The third page. ‘DIG’. The fourth page. ‘DIG’. Dig, dig, dig, dig.

A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Looking down I could say heaven sent me / Hand me my shovel, I’m going in!

/end ID]

[‘Law of Holes’ - Wikipedia, ‘The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, MAG 88 ‘Dig’ - The Magnus Archives]

[itscontinental]

Q #915

[alexis-royce]

My new ambition: porting Fallen London to the Dreamcast- no, no stop laughing, think about the little candle we could have on the VMU-

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

In my world, every day is Halloween 🎃

[itwasntaphase]

People want a goth girlfriend until the goth girlfriend wants to do goth girlfriend shit and has goth girlfriend interests.

[ancientsstudies]

arcano.xv.

[septemberlikestea]

you were my brightest student, my research partner, and my dearest friend.

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

Halloween is cool ! 🎃 — Marnie Piper

[fallen-angel-adam-frankenstein]

Homoeroticism I notised while reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (spoiler warning):

“His full-toned voice swells in my ears; his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness; I see his thin hand raised in animation, while the lineaments of his face are irradiated by the soul within.” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)

“He appeared about fifty years of age, but with an aspect expressive of the greatest benevolence; a few grey hairs covered his temples, but those at the back of his head were nearly black. His person was short, but remarkably erect; and his voice the sweetest I had ever heard.” (Victor Frankenstein about M. Waldman)

“His manners in private were even more mild and attractive than in public.” (Victor Frankenstein about Henry Clerval)

“Excellent friend! How sincerely did you love me, and endeavour to elevate my mind until it was on a level with your own! A selfish pursuit had cramped and narrowed me, until your gentleness and affection warmed and opened my senses . . . ” (Victor Frankenstein about Henry Clerval)

“His eyes sparkled as his cheek flushed with pleasure; and at that moment I thought him as beautiful as the stranger.” (Frankenstein’s creature about Felix De Lacey)

“Clerval desired the intercourse of the men of genius and talent who flourished at this time.” (Victor Frankenstein about Henry Clerval)

“His fine and lovely eyes . . . ” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)

“I have longed for a friend; I have sought one who would sympathise with and love me. Behold, on these desert seas I have found such a one . . . ” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)

“My unfortunate guest regards me with the tenderest compassion.” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)

“His eyes sparkled, and his cheeks flushed with momentary vigour.” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)

“Margaret, what comment can I make on the untimely extinction of this glorious spirit? What can I say that will enable you to understand the depth of my sorrow [at Frankenstein’s death]?” (Robert Walton about Victor Frankenstein)