#also one of our friends is terrified of horror movies??? there’s a reason i was recommending coraline and corpse bride

[chryzure-archive]

“omg, terrifier is a great movie to watch at our halloween get-together!” it’s not. you were terrified of autopsy of jane doe. you were terrified of malignant. terrifier is way gorier than both and also way bleaker than both.

[stitchwraith-stingers]

sorry for never shutting up about how people treat hazel but ohh my god shes my fave character atm.... i get to be mad!! she has good enough information that you can play around with headcanons freely

the only moments people wouldve brung up is when dev is in the episode, there was no reason for the episode that showed her tendancy to overthink and be emberassed over small mistakes by wishing a do-over and over again, having to realise that running away from the idea of creating a problem wont help her in the long run JUST so people could go "omg haha dev has a crush on her" i could litterly not tell you what the general concensious on most episodes are because i dont know peoples opinions on them because in general they dont discuss them beyond his scenes

fanart too, ive personally muted the dev and devzel tag and when i look up #hazel wells i want you to guess how many posts i find that arent hidden! spoiler alert its barely any of them, listen im not saying im shocked at the fact The Characters Made As A Duo are drawn as a duo, its whatever and while im not personally a fan in general i really do get the appeal, but you have to admit that at some point it gets really suspicious when the only fanart you can find in one character is only with the more popular one, over 200 fics in the hazel tag on ao3 and theres only 20! without the dev tag! (10 more then when i last checked, crazy! go read fly bird, fly now), and my main problem is is that hazel is shown to be her own person OUTSIDE of their friendship, infact wouldnt you know it shes the protagonist herself! the fact that most aus ive seen are focused on dev/dale/peri is whats most confusing to me, "oh but theyre so interesting to work with"

really! youre telling me you cant think of a fic / au idea on her own? miss "i was going to have a previous godparent who didnt listen to me at all", miss "i am very anxious and i overthink to the point where my desicions", miss "i had an encounter with my evil shadow self when i was a fairy" (shout out to fairy bound au btw, im a big fan), miss "my mom doesnt fully know how to handle children inspite of being a therapist and tells me im handling things mature so i feel like i should be", miss "with the fact that im terrified my friends are making fun of me behind my back, i didnt know how to talk to anyone and a cafetiria made me so overworried and i speak to my rocks could imply the fact that i was outcasted at a young age", miss "my brother who has been my anchor and i has taught me everything i need to know has left me and hes also struggling to adjust to everything and we were insanely close to the point where the reason this whole thing started is because of him", miss "i regularly help my dad hunt a ghost that doesnt exist but it makes him happy", miss "i am litterly friends with the coolest kid in elementary school", miss "my landlords are litterly doomsday preppers and our parents want me to get along with their werido twins", miss "i didnt even hestitate to kill myself if i had to save potatoes for humanity after i pissed off mother nature", miss 'i got called out on projecting my past bonding expiriences on my best friend by some werid demon posessing her body right infront of me' none of that makes you want to think of something about her on her own? not even a spark of an idea? its almost like you guys watched exclusively 6 episodes and watched 5 minutes out of them at most

hazel is very interesting and shows her own struggles, she likes puns and fries and rocks and anime and horror movies (and apparently mushrooms if you count that one scene), she tries to problem solve so that no one is unhappy (patty being alive so winn wasnt upset, trying to get the band and orchestra together, accidently haunting her house and wishing her dads day was extra special, trying to find a dinosaur she spontaniously teleported his own job), she has multiple episodes showing her insecurities and how she tries to hide it so she doesnt look like a bad person, but inspite of it all is a understanding person and a peacemaker and doesnt like arguments, hell shes even such good autism represntation im 99.9% sure it wasnt intentional at all

dont even get me started on the takes ive seen in the finale, listen the finale has alot to be said and it definatly wont be everyones cup of tea (i think them trying to refrence every episode felt so chaotic personally) but regarding people with the ending is still giving me a headache, "she shouldve used her wish on him" that wouldve been so boring and predicable, say what you want on what she actually used it for but i think you guys should realise that for the kid whos regressing back into his bad copium mechanisms should get to face his concequences, 'hes 10 and neglected so thats why he acted like that' and 'she doesnt need to put up with how he treats her and hold his hand and be his personal therapist' can both coexist, people being pissed that she lightheartly agreed that he fucked up when HE admitted it is crazyyy CRAZYYY (also the fact ive seen someone say 'her moms a therapist she shouldve known' ???)

this isnt even touching on "hazels other relationships like her friends and family arent developed enough so thats why ppl dont care that much" while that is a valid critism i have with the show in general i still dont think applys to what im specifically talking about to demonstrate dale has appeared in THREE episodes (four if you want to stretch it), meanwhile hazels parents have appeared more often and im barely seeing them in fanart "but dale has a backstory!" so do those two have a whole episode explaining how they met "b-but dale is interesting as a role as a villain!" the guy is barely a villain [so far atleast], but also is being a therapist and a parascienists already not an interesting enough? are you guys suddenly not able to make as much headcanons expanding apon them as you did with dale? thats the thing that confuses me the most, whats stopping you from giving random information from your head to anyone else?, (i didnt know how to word this point so hopefully this makes sense)

listen im going to say it right now MOST OF THIS IS DEFINATLY UNINTENTIONAL AND NOT EVERYONE IS DOING THIS ON PURPOSE but some of u guys might really need to uncover some biases on why you think the black girl should coddle the rich white boy when he wasnt treating her well at the time, if that makes sense

[kingcons]

The substance is the most upsetting movie of the year to me. Full disclosure, this isn’t any ground breaking stuff you’re about to read, just me writing down my thoughts. Most of which have probably been said before by now. But it you want to read my ramblings, here ya go:

Spoilers for the whole movie below. If you haven’t seen this movie and like extreme horror (specifically body horror) please watch it. It’s fantastic and possibly my new favorite movie.

Sue and Elizabeth both deserved a chance at happiness. That is the thing that kills me about that movie. Under all the gore and grimness and camp it’s just so fucking sad.

Anything one does to the other is just them doing it to themselves. You can try to kill the part of you that hurts or fails or is ugly or weak or older or more scarred or not as nice - but it’s part of you. You are one, as the movie says over and over. This is such a tragic movie to me.

Aging is body horror. This is partly because of societal pressures and toxic beauty standards, but it’s also a slow crawl to death. It’s watching something you need to live break down and fall apart in front of your eyes and not being able to permanently fix it. Death is an inevitability that comes for us all, but aging can be worse for some. When we die, whatever may happen to our soul or if anything even happens at all, it’ll happen whether we want it to or not. There’s nothing to fear in the inevitable, but there’s also no reason to rush what may be your only shot at existence. And if you do want to live a long filled life, you have to accept that aging is a part of it.

Elisabeth being so desperate for perfection and for her career back is a story that’s as old as time. It’s not really her fault she was pushed to use the substance, but it is her responsibility that she fully carried out making a new ‘better’ version of herself. She doesn’t really have any friends or family more than that, just a big luxury apartment with a giant picture of herself at her peak. It stares at her all the time, and it’s what she tried to be everyday. But even as Sue, suddenly that wasn’t even enough. She needed to be better and more beautiful.

It broke my heart when Elisabeth tried to kill sue despite how she ended up looking. She didn’t care anymore, she just wanted to live as pain free as she could. And it was a further tug on my heart strings when she regretted this. Because Elisabeth had accepted sue as a part of herself, and was tired of hurting that part because it was hurting her. She just wanted it to end. She just wanted things to go back to normal and they can’t and it’s all her fault and she literally has no one in the world but her and her ‘more perfect’ self for comfort. And her ‘more perfect’ self then proceeds to brutally kill her.

I know it was mostly to hurt Elisabeth’s feelings but sue’s tv interview where she made up a story of her family is also oddly sad to me. She doesn’t have that. She has memories of Elisabeth’s life, but she has defined herself as a different person now. A person who came into existence in their early to mid twenties combined with the split consciousness of what was essentially her own mother. Of course she’s fucking terrified of switching back. Not only does Elisabeth herself like Sue’s body more, but to switch would mean she’s no longer in control and it would mean having to live in a decrepit and dying body who she herself has twisted beyond recognition. Then for Sue to be almost killed by her own giver of life (herself), lash out and try to kill the part of her who is unloved, and realizing that part of her even from after death is having the last laugh almost, as she literally falls apart piece by piece on what was supposed to be a magical night just for her.

Of course, we have to talk about their final form. Monstero Elisasue. Quick side note, I honestly don’t think Sue was stupid or irresponsible for using the activator even though it warned it was for single use. I think literally anyone in her shoes would do the same thing. She was breaking down in front of her very eyes and dying in such a slow and horrible way that she was desperate to do anything to stop it - to do anything to still be beautiful. She was in a crisis both physically and mentally.

Back on track, I think there’s definitely something to be said about although this was never meant to happen, the substance still made this in an attempt to create ‘a better version of both Sue and Elisabeth’. And it IS. not physically, of course, but emotionally this is when they finally accept themselves as one person and love themselves again. It’s so sad to me because elisasue was not evil or violent, but because she looked so horrific, it didn’t matter that she was happy to the crowd. They were terrified of her and killed her. Elisasue is not a monster, despite looking like one. She’s a new being. A copy of a copy. When she says “it’s still me” it breaks my heart because she genuinely thought she’d be accepted and loved just the same but instead she was met with violence and fear. She lived for only a few hours, and in that time she was shown nothing but hatred. Because it didn’t matter that she was happy, it only mattered that she couldn’t make money anymore. That is of course reading into the symbolism, the reality of what happened showed some understandable reactions even if they weren’t kind. Being disgusted and terrified of elisasue is pretty reasonable given how she looks and just what she is. I’m not saying she’s gonna win any modeling competitions any time soon. But I am saying that she finally figured out there was more to life than looks and youth and fitness and that, right there, is what thematically gets her killed.

At the end with her on the star, I felt almost relief for the first time watching that movie. She’s genuinely happy. She doesn’t care that she’s literally just a face and some fleshy tendrils, she’s truly happy and at peace. I don’t even know if she’s aware she’s dying at that point or if she just doesn’t care. Maybe she can’t comprehend it because her new form is so different from her first one. She dies after melting into her stardom. She gave everything to her career and it gave her nothing back. But at the very end, she’s at peace. She’s finally who she wants to be without the pain of toxic beauty standards. And she just fades away, like the universe finally decided she’d suffered enough for being human.

There’s a lot I could talk about with cinematography, music, sound design, lighting and practical effects, but I’ll do that another time. This is just me talking about my thoughts on the story and characters.

I rate this movie:

9/10. The only reason it’s not 10 is because I think the origin and creation of the substance is a bit poorly explained. However, that’s such a small detail that it doesn’t offend me. Also because I HATED the nail in the elevator scene that made me cringe. But yeah, this movie fucks hard. If you think you have the stomach for it, do not miss out. It’s very hard hitting and surprisingly sad. It blends crazy body horror with tragedy quite well.

very reminiscent of the fly, Raw/grave, it follows, the thing and even somewhat doctor who (anyone remember the eleventh doctor two part episode ‘the flesh’?) Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley are phenomenally talented. I am desperate for them to do horror or drama in future, they fucking killed it. Such talent and skill. Bravo. Coralie Fargeat is a very very good director, too. This idea and execution for this movie were wild and brilliant and awful and terrible all at the same time. She’s a true artist and I hope she does a lot more fucked up things in future.

[vera-deville]

I told you I would send in a request, so here it is! This is an Obey Me one, if that's alright!

First off, have you ever seen Little Shop of Horrors? If not, please do! One, it's essential for this ask and it's also just a great movie! No pressure though!

Now, onto the real ask! So, if possible, I'd like to request a florist!MC. But a florist who's kind of like Seymour.

(Here's where the whole Little Shop of Horrors thing really comes in)

They come to the Devildom with Audrey II. It's got its roots wrapped around the MC's waist, and it's vines wrapped around their arms while snug. Of course, it's heavily off-putting because.. well. There's a humongous and terrifying plant just.. attached to this human.

But the brothers don't mind it, until months into the MC's stay as an exchange student when Audrey II starts talking. Then, they're all freaked out. They're even more freaked out when the MC is not only fine with it, but is willingly talking to it like it's normal!

(Bonus if they see the MC prick their finger and then just.. let Audrey II clean It off.)

(Yes, this came to me in a dream in the middle of a 20-minute-nap.)

So, what would the brothers think of this?

Feed Me Seymour!

05/17/2024 - 05/30/2024

Pairing: No pairing (you can think of the interactions as either platonic or romantic) Word Count: 3,351 Warnings: Reader pricks their finger, but they'll be alright; mentions of chapter 16 Gender: Gender Neutral (as it was not specified in the request) Tags: @g0dwat3r (if any of you would like to be added to my Obey Me taglist, please let me know)! Notes: Okay, I really love your brain Touya, because this is already a fantastic idea, but you know what I started thinking about? Morticia Addams. I don't know if you've seen the old Addams Family series, but Morticia has a carnivorous plant called Cleopatra, and I really wanted to include her in the story. I didn't, but I'm definitely thinking about writing it.

In which Y/N has a rather interesting plant friend(?)

"Congratulations!

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

Please return this letter with your sign to confirm your participation.

We are looking forward to welcoming you as part of our new exchange program.

Yours sincerely,

Diavolo"

Huh? Royal Academy of Diavolo? Exchange Program? What was happening?

You tried to open your eyes, but there was nothing to see. Just pitch-blackness. It would have been more terrifying, but the soothing presence wrapped around your waist and arms helped. Quite a bit, at that. Clutching the stem of rice flowers close to your chest (although careful enough to not break the stem), you kept trying to see through the darkness for something, anything.

Soon enough, there was a voice. "We welcome you, human, to the demon student council."

The voice was stern, but pleasant, drawing your attention away from the darkness and to a room that was materializing in front of your eyes. It looked like a really goth courtroom, and you truly would have spent more time admiring the place if it wasn't for the ridiculously tall man who arose from the chief judge seat.

The man in question was handsome. Very much so. With burgundy hair, and a well-fitted suit, and skin so coppery sweet, it was no wonder that you couldn't help but stare.

And if you weren't so caught up in the man's appearance and the fact that you had no idea what on Earth was happening, perhaps you would have noticed that you weren't the only one staring.

You had to physically will yourself to pay attention not only to the man when he started speaking but the others in the room as well.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N."

Astonishment enraptured your being for the simple reasons that this complete stranger somehow knew your name, and that every single person in the room was blessed with extremely good looks. The astonishment, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed.

"...Oh pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we?" Asked the man with red hair. "Well that's understandable. You've only just arrived, after all." Arrived? Arrived where exactly? "As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom."

Okay yeah, this was some sort of really weird dream induced by your lack of sleep this past week. That's why there were really handsome dudes and that's why one was telling you weird stuff. Since it's a dream, there was no problem with going along with it, right?

"The Devildom?" You ask, feeling yourself relax a little more, now knowing that this is a dream.

"Yes, exactly, the Devildom. I see that you catch on quickly. Excellent." He replied.

Well, that didn't really answer anything.

You were about to ask for a better reply than that when he said, "I suppose I should start by introducing myself." Curious, you give him his moment. "My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of of all demons, and all here know me." Cool. The dude's a demon king. Still not the weirdest thing you've ever dreamt. "And someday soon, I will be crowned king of the Devildom." Oh, he wasn't king yet. Then how's he a ruler already? You know what, it's probably best not to think too hard about it.

The so called ruler of the so called Devildom proceeded to explain about a school called R.A.D. and about a bunch of other stuff. The other demons (plus one that came in really late) introduced themselves as different demons of different avatars, and the more they spoke, the more you couldn't shake off a particular feeling.

It all felt too...real. You'd dreamt all sorts of things before, but a part of you somehow always knew that it was just a dream. But you didn't feel that this time. It felt far too real. The anxiety slowly crept back into your bones, a chilling effect settling over your being as your throat seemed to have something invisible lodged in it.

You tried telling them that you weren't meant to be here. That you were meant to be back home. You still had to finish your bouquet for Mrs. Harris, and you had a new shipment of peonies arriving in an hour. You hadn't finished watering all your plants. You hadn't cleaned up the shop. You still had so much left to do! You couldn't just be whisked away to some other world (that you still weren't entirely sure was a dream or not).

But alas.

You were told that there was no way they could send you back.

And if that wasn't bad enough, you had to go to school. You had assignments. You had tests. Oh and you were in what was basically hell.

Ain't that swell?

Throughout this whole ordeal, the plant around your waist remained dutifully wrapped around your figure, even nuzzling against your neck when she felt your discomfort.

Without much of a choice, you steeled yourself for the days in this foreign world that awaited you.

The latest human addition to R.A.D. was a little...odd. None of the brothers nor the demon prince in the room wished to point out the very large plant that had wrapped itself around the human like some manner of serpent, especially since the human was completely unbothered by it.

Most of the brothers found it odd, of course. Solomon never walked around with a giant plant stuck to him, but then again, Solomon wasn't necessarily normal himself. A few of the brothers didn't find it in themselves to keep their thoughts quiet. Mammon in particular straight up screeched when he saw the plant, and maintained his distance (both emotionally and physically) and still the human did not seem to mind the plant.

Asmo found the plant ugly.

That was really the only way he could describe it.

It was ugly.

Satan had read stories of plants like this. In one book he read, the plant ended up eating a whole bunch of people. He only hoped that this was not a case like that story.

Beelzebub didn't really have an opinion on the plant. He could eat it, but it didn't really look too appetizing.

Diavolo himself was worried at first, because he was sure that humans didn't simply walk around with giant plants attached to them. When he told Barbatos about this odd situation, the ever loyal butler offered to look into the matter discreetly.

He found nothing.

It had been many months since you had been whisked away to the Devildom (which you are now infinitely more familiar with). It was strange at first, and it took some getting used to, but you did it. Now, whenever you woke up to face the day ahead of you, you didn't do so in fear or anxiety or anything else.

You had grown accustomed to this new world.

In fact, you'd go so far as to say that you'd grown fond of the place.

Audrey II seemed to agree with this. Every morning, Audrey demanded a large meat dish to satisfy her hunger. The brothers assumed that you were a very hungry individual (Beel felt a deep hunger coming from you at all times), and didn't think much more of it. Every now and then, Audrey would crave a Backstabbing Sandwich (apparently it was particularly delicious), and you, having no other choice, entertained her food whims. What's the worst that could happen?

It was after the whole incident with Belphegor that you brought Audrey with you more often wherever you went. Though you and the brothers had slowly gotten past the incident, the trauma it left behind did not magically go away. Audrey II being the sweet thing she is, had no qualms to being carried around the Devildom (despite the lingering stares and questions that were thrown your way).

Today was a day that Audrey II would be coming with you. You were heading off to the flower shop you owned on Dogma Street. You originally were looking to open the shop at Silent Street, but Dogma Street caught your eye. The street itself was the biggest electronic district in the Devildom, and when you first proposed the idea to the brothers (and Diavolo and Barbatos) to open a flower shop there, they were quick to advice you not to. Why would you open a flower shop at a street primarily known for its electronics?

Still, you managed to push through, and you ended up becoming the quaint owner of a little shop next to an eatery on the street.

And wouldn't you know, it actually did pretty well.

Of course, since you were a student, you couldn't be at your shop full-time, and that's where two lesser demons come in - Terror and Dolor - a pair of siblings who often fought, but shared an interest in flora. They would take care of the shop in shifts, and seeing as you gave them the housing area right above the shop to stay in, you could make sure that they would be at your precious flower shop at (mostly) all times.

Today was planned to be their day off, which was fine by you, seeing as you hadn't been to the shop in a week and you desperately wanted to see your babies (plants) again.

You opened the door, causing a sweet bell to ring, signifying your arrival to your empoyees.

"Y/N!"

"You're back!"

Smiling, you greet your employees, Audrey still wrapped around you.

Terror and Dolor fawned over Audrey (they're really the only ones in the Devildom who do that apart from you) while you went inside to get your apron. Working at the flower shop had quite a few benefits. You could make your own money, go to work at your own time, and most importantly, you could be surrounded by the things that you love the most - flora (and Audrey).

Your flower shop was quaint (despite its large capacity). Many customers have complimented it, saying that it felt homely (which is exactly what you were going for, so mission accomplished successfully you supposed). Even Asmo loved the place, and oftentimes would post selfies from just about everywhere in your shop.

"Dolor, how's that order with the Bloody Acokanthera Oblongifolias going?" You asked the demon pruning Audrey II.

"Just finished it this morning! We shipped it along with the invoice for the flowers. The customer notified us that they would be making the payment by the end of today." Dolor replied.

Shooting a smile of satisfaction at him, you shooed the brothers out your shop, wishing for them to have a lovely day to do...well, whatever it was they did outside the shop. Right before they left, Terror told you that a certain demon butler had visited the shop earlier and left a letter for you, and how she placed it in your office.

With that in mind, you walked back into your shop, petting Audrey II as she sat on a table before walking into your office and grabbing the aforementioned letter.

Even without the knowledge from the siblings that Barbatos had delivered this letter to you, you would have been able to tell that it was he who wrote the letter. By this time in your adventures in the Devildom, you had come to recognize the handwriting of those you know. And while a few had impeccable writing (in cursive too), no one's writing was as elegant as Barbatos - not even Lucifer.

The letter read:

"Dearest Y/N, I am pleased to inform you that Lord Diavolo requires a fresh shipment of Dark Roses for an upcoming event at the castle. I sincerely apologize for the short notice, but please note that the master and I truly would have given you more time to prepare the notice had we been able to do so. We shall need enough roses to fill out the Crimson Room. I estimate that the number be around 50. We will need the roses delivered by tomorrow. Thank you, Barbatos"

You smiled, already having a good idea as to why the roses were needed. Some of the higher officials (not including the brothers you lived with) had been a little too finicky with their positions and though not a threat to the heir of the Devildom, they were starting to get on his nerves.

No matter.

Despite how sweet Diavolo seemed (and actually is), even the Crown Prince of the Devildom had his limits. Oh well. Those officials would get what was coming to them.

Your job was to simply provide the best roses for such an event.

With a newfound vigor, you made your way next door (you had originally bought two plots in the street and simply joined them together to create one shop. This area was where you kept some of your best grown flora (the rest were in an undisclosed location only you and a few others knew about). Typically, you the plants you grew in this area were popular - loads of customers would buy them. The rest of your plants were grown in the aforementioned undisclosed location. Despite this, there was one type of flower you grew in your shop which was by no means popular, but rather extremely rare.

Dark roses.

You fondly recall you and Barbatos planting a fresh batch of dark roses at the Demon Lord's Castle, and how he had given you some seeds to grow for yourself. What started off as a few roses quickly became much more, and now you were the exclusive propagator of dark roses in the Devildom. It was a monopoly you gladly encouraged (something Mammon also did).

The first step was to cut the roses. The roses had to be cut in a specific manner - a 45-degree angle and they had to be put in water immediately. This same method was used with roses back in the human realm (and gardeners would use the stems to grow new roses out of), but there was one key difference between the roses from back home and the dark roses in the Devildom. One of them could actually survive a little while without having to be immediately placed in water.

The other could not.

And that's part of the reason why dark roses were so rare in the Devildom. They were ridiculously hard to grow in the first place, but cutting them was an even bigger pain.

Luckily, you had loads of experience with these finicky things, so you had this in the bag.

After some time, you'd harvested almost 60 roses (some extras, just in case), and it was time to remove the thorns from their stems. Removing the thorns from the roses could be done using one of two different tools you had available in your shop. The first one were rose thorn cutters (made specifically for that purpose) that didn't look too different from a pair of nail cutters. The logic was that you'd slide the tool up to the top of the stem, press down on the handles gently, and then drag it down the stem, thus cutting off the thorns.

Though very efficient, the second tool was your favorite - a simply knife. Roses were woody in nature, so all you had to do was simply slice all around the stem of the flower. Admittedly, this took a lot more time than the thorn cutters, but in a way, it was stress relieving. You were sure that you'd end up using the thorn cutters, but you'd enjoy using the knife for as long as you could.

And so you got to work - de-thorning all 60 something roses by hand.

You'd gotten through more than half of the roses when you heard the bell of your shop jingle. Turning around, you saw none other than the brothers you shared a house with. But in doing so, you'd accidentally run the blade of the tool you were using right across your finger.

Woops.

Hissing, you pulled your gaze from the brothers and back to your finger. You could see the cut, but it took a moment for the blood to come out. It was painful, and you weren't too good with cuts (a little ironic, considering your profession), but before you could whisk your finger away to wash off the blood, Audrey II yelled, "Feed me! I'm starving" before she chomped down on your finger.

Of course, she didn't actually bite off your finger, but she sucked the blood out, and it made your finger more sore than it was already.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, of course. You'd gotten hurt loads of times when working (and even when you weren't working), and if there was blood (which there usually was), Audrey would just lick it off for your. Same old.

The brothers had seen you talk to Audrey II plenty of times before, hell (literally), you'd talk to just about every plant you came across, but never had they seen Audrey II talk to you.

If that wasn't shock enough, you just wiped your hands down on your apron before turning back to face the brothers and greet them with a smile as though you hadn't just nicked yourself and had your plant(?) lick your finger for you.

Of course, the greeting faltered on your tongue as soon as you saw the faces of the brothers.

Asmodeus spoke up first.

"Sweetie, your plant just talked!"

"Yeah?" You asked rhetorically. "What about it?" You watched as the brothers tried (and failed) to come up with words to say, although you didn't really understand why they were struggling so. Even Levi was stunned. In an attempt to make a joke (and to stifle the stifling atmosphere), you said, "It's not like you guys didn't know that Audrey could talk."

One look at their faces, and you knew that you were wrong.

"Wait, you guys actually didn't know that Audrey could talk!?" You asked, stunned at this new revelation.

At last, Lucifer gathered himself. "Ahem. We were not made...aware of the fact that your plant was sentient." He sure looked uncomfortable trying to explain his mind without offending you or Audrey.

"What do you think all that meat was being delivered for every morning Lucifer?" You asked sardonically.

"Wait, I thought that yer the one eatin all that meat!" Mammon exclaimed. Bewildered, you shot him a look conveying as such.

"How the hell would I eat 2 whole pounds of meat every single day genius?" You retorted.

"We just thought you were hungry." Beel offered.

"I'm a human. I'd literally die if I ate that much meat every. single. day." You enunciated the last words.

"I'm rather fascinated by Audrey II. How did you come to meet? Was she always this size? Did she always have a deep carnivorous craving?" Satan asked consecutively. Before you had a chance to answer any of them though, he continued, "Actually, now that I think about it, it makes sense! I've been an utter idiot! All the signs were there, and I've read about these kind of plants in A Complete Guide to Carnivorous Plants and How to Care for Them!"

You didn't even bother reminding him that you were the one who recommended the book to him.

Belphegor seemed to be the most chill (although you could still see some semblance of surprise on his sleepy visage).

Figuring that this was probably going to take a while, and you had a whole bunch of Dark Roses to prepare, you invited everyone to grab a chair and sit while you worked.

It turned out to be a good choice, because you ended up finishing a few hours after you'd originally thought you'd finish, and by the end of the day, Audrey had made (official) friends with each of the brothers. In fact, you would say that Audrey and Asmo got along particularly well.

And yes, the roses turned out spectacularly, and the House of Lords were reminded once again of who was truly in charge.

Author's Note: I took some liberty with the Reader's personality in this fic. Seymour's a very timid guy, and (spoiler alert), that's what ultimately lead to his demise (in my opinion). Being thrust into a world full of demons, I think you're gonna need a little more tenacity that Seymour, so I made the Reader timid, but not Seymour-level timid (if that makes sense). The second thing I took a decent amount of liberty with is making Audrey II not entirely evil. She is after all a villain in the original story, but I made Audrey a little bit like Cleopatra. (Sorry if that's not what you wanted)! Masterlist

[dannystheone]

do you think you would ever write a shippy fic about stan and kyle?

Yes absolutely!

I aged them up in this one just to make it more comfortable, and it’s September which is pretty much October and October means Halloween so have this scary-themed drabble! :)

ALSO THIS IS OUR 20TH SOUTH PARK FANFICTION ON THIS BLOG!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME WRITE FOR YOU GUYS AND REACH THIS MILESTONE!!

I hope you enjoy :)

WARNINGS: Cursing!

Keeping Kyle Distracted! (Lee Kyle/ Ler Stan)

One little-known fact about Kyle Broflovski: He can’t take horror movies in any capacity, especially jump-scares. Stan is going to have to get creative on how they can sit through this scary movie marathon!

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“DUDE! She’s totally ripped open! Turn it off!”

"Aw come on dude, it's not so bad. It's just ground meat and tomato sauce."

"That's even worse!"

Kyle was invited to Stan's house for a movie marathon to kick off the first day of their Labor Day weekend. Kyle was excited and agreed, his walk over to Stan's house already filled with a chill in the air and leaves turning an autumn orange. He was getting into the spirit of the turning season, with 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins playing in his headphones. When Kyle arrived, however, his fall aesthetic was soured. Stan held up multiple horror movies with a devious grin on his face as Kyle entered.

The first movie they were watching was Terrifier, and Kyle did NOT like Art the Clown. He thought he was creepy, and he didn't appreciate the clown's 'sense of humor'. Kyle watched through the folds of Stan's jacket as he buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Dusk was giving way to the night through the living room windows, making the living room crawl with deeper shadows and giving the movie a dark atmosphere.

"Come on dude, you gotta watch. Nothing scary is even happening right now." Stan reasoned. Kyle left his small hidey-hole that he had made in Stan's jacket and watched the screen warily. Stan's shoulders and right arm were assimilated into Kyle's anatomy as Kyle had his arm barred over Stan's chest to hug his farthest shoulder and held onto Stan's arm to grip his arm for stability.

Stan could feel Kyle's heartbeat in his chest with how Kyle was so pressed into his body. Stan held in his laughter from the situation. He knew Kyle to be a logical person, so wouldn't he know it was just a movie?

A jumpscare from the clown shot across the screen. Kyle yelped and physically jumped, and buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Stan couldn't keep in his laughter and burst into lighthearted chuckles.

"Pfft- hahahaha! Duhude come ohon, are you serious?" Stan asked, Kyle, clutching onto Stan for dear life. Kyle looked up from Stan's jacket with a death glare in his eyes.

"Dude shut up! You're the one who put on this stupid movie! I can't watch this!" Kyle whined. Stan rolled his eyes and absent-mindedly stole his arm back from Kyle to wrap it around Kyle's back and pulled his best friend closer.

"You're fine, Kyle, just chill," Stan suggested. Kyle froze next to Stan's side, confused about what just happened, but silently accepted it as he nestled in.

Art the Clown popped up next to the protagonist, making Kyle jump in Stan's side. A smile curled on Stan's lips as he watched his scared best friend. It was sweet, in an odd way. Stan moved to eat some popcorn placed on his other side, Kyle's favorite that he wasn't even eating.

"Alright dude, I seriously can't watch anymore. Can we just- AH!" Kyle yelped from another jumpscare and shoved his face back into Stan's shoulder. Stan fought a smile off his face as he pulled on Kyle's shoulders.

"Okay okay, we'll choose something else. You gotta get off me first, I need the remote." Stan said in a begrudging manner. Kyle shook his head quickly into Stan's shoulder and dug his fingers into Stan's jacket. Stan rolled his eyes as he tried prying Kyle off of him once more.

"Kyle get off. You want the movie to keep playing or no?" Stan asked Kyle as if he were a child. Kyle shook his head at that as well. "Then you need to get off so I can switch it!" Despite Stan's tone, he found this very amusing. Kyle never usually acted his age, so for him to be so terrified of a movie like this was entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a sinister idea planted itself into Stan's head. Stan turned his fingers into claws and took on an evil voice.

"Oooo Kyle~ You scared Art the Clown is gonna getchya?" Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's wrist that was across Stan's chest holding onto Stan's left shoulder, and folded his right hand under Kyle's open armpit. "He's gonna getchya with his claws, and he's gonnaaaa...get you!" Stan started scribbling his fingers into Kyle's small divet of open armpit, his fingers scritching into the cloth of Kyle's jacket.

Kyle immediately reeled back from his friend and squealed, but with Stan's hold on his arm across his chest, his arm stayed outstretched. "Stahahan! Duhuhude quihihit! Thahat's nohohot funnehehee!" Kyle giggled with narrowed eyes. Stan kept up his game by keeping his fingers curled in like claws, equating them to a scary monster.

"Imagine if Art knew juust how ticklish you were, he'd neeever let you go~ He'd tickle you all day long with his razor-sharp claws!" Stan teased, his fingers now dotting into Kyle's armpit and down his ribs. Kyle yelped and jumped like he was getting electrified, and pulled his leg up to try and shield himself. But with his positioning, Kyle's leg lay across Stan's lap now.

"Oh, thanks for your leg, Kyle. So yummy for Art to eat up!" Stan let go of Kyle's arms to sink his fingers into Kyle's jeaned leg, Kyle giggling from the childishness of it all and from Stan's tickly fingers in his thigh. Kyle tried to arch back from the tickles, but Stan kept a good grip.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup ahahahasshole!! Yohohou suhuhuhuck!" Kyle started pounding his fists light-heartedly into Stan's shoulder, while Stan found a sweet spot between Kyle's knee and thigh and squished in between. Kyle broke out in fresh peals of laughter as he tried to steal his leg back from Stan.

"Mmm yes, I do suck. I suck your blood! Mmm so- uh, kosher. Tastes like matzo ball soup." Stan laughed along with Kyle as his fingers squished up and down Kyle's thigh and that small divet he found. Kyle tried standing up on the couch by putting his arms behind him and leveraging himself up and off the furniture. That was quickly remedied by Stan who took his hands off Kyle's leg and started tickling his tummy and sides.

Kyle squeaked and fell back into the couch, Stan now hovering over him as Kyle tried to bring his leg up to protect himself. Stan felt his best friend wriggle underneath him and thought it was very funny. "Stahahan stohohop! Reheheally! I'hi'll wahahatch the mohohovie I swehehear!" Kyle begged. Stan quirked his lip as he lessened his tickling up a little bit, but Kyle was such a big ball of nerves it wasn't much of a difference.

"Dude I said I would change it! You don't even know why I'm tickling you, do you? You're just a ticklish little guy aren't you?" Stan teased, Stan found a good spot in Kyle's side and squished into it. Kyle gave a small scream and bat his friend in the chest.

"Yehehehess! Wahah- Wahahait wahait nohoho! I'm nohohohot!" Stan smiled as his friend fought his tickles and found his hand scribbling in his friend's tummy. Tickling him was always fun. His laugh was a treasure. But, Stan did decide that that was enough. He didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski to wake up from Kyle's laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Geez you-" Stan looked down at Kyle, his hat slightly knocked askew and his cheeks bright with blush. The colors from the TV flashed across Kyle's face, making his green eyes pop. Kyle breathed in deeply, his chest moving from getting air back into his lungs. Stan swallowed as Kyle looked up at him.

"Stan? You okay?" Kyle asked, a little breathless. Stan never realized just how... pretty, his friend was. Stan nodded up and down robotically and reached for the remote above Kyle's head.

"Yeah uh... just need to change the channel," Stan said in a monotone voice. He felt as if he was put on autopilot while he screamed internally. He couldn't possibly have feelings for Kyle, could he? Stan moved his arm up to switch the channel, but Kyle put his hand over Stan's. Stan looked to his right to see a light smile on Kyle's face.

"Hey, you don't have to change it. As long as I have you next to me, it's not so scary." Kyle admitted. Stan's face bloomed with blush, freezing stiff next to Kyle. Automatically, the two settled into the couch, Kyle dipping under Stan's arm to be at his side again. Stan covered his mouth in his shock, not hearing what was being said to him.

A poke to Stan's side shocked him, snapping him out of his reverie. Stan looked down at Kyle, who gave him a curious look. "Dude, you okay? Don't tell me I have to distract YOU from the movie now." Kyle challenged. That was enough for Stan to get back to normal. Stan rolled his eyes and settled into the couch for real this time.

"Oh stop, you know that's my job. And I do a better job of it." Just as a reminder, Stan delivered a few tickles to Kyle's side, making him giggle and shift. The two boys enjoyed the rest of the film, with Kyle not jumping at another jumpscare for the duration of the film.

[karrenseely]

Silver Linings

I just realized something. I learned about the existence of Trans people when I was 12 or 13 I think. I learned about us in a medical encyclopedia. It wasn't a lot to go on, but it definitely was enough. Two things happened when I saw that entry. First I wasn't alone, second I could do something about this.

I absolutely wasn't alone or the only one AMAB who was a girl. That lifted a huge weight off of me, I wasn't alone. People who've never experienced the feeling that you're the only one in the world that seems to not be the way everyone around you is, have no idea how hard that is, I sooo identified with the Last Unicorn as a child. Growing up, I had no positive examples of queer people. None. I can't recall a negative example either that was explicitly queer. There was nothing for me to reference what I was going through. I was taught like all young girls in our society that being a girl is inferior to being a boy (why? Why does our society do this? Even today? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! We're not inferior to men, we never were, but for some reason some narcissistic AH somewhere decided this and then a bunch of other narcissistic idiots with power liked it and here we are living in a patriarchal misogynistic society, which is absolute BS). But I was also taught that being a boy who "wanted" to be a girl (yes I'm aware I was girl all along, though it took me a long time to understand that, because... society) was doubly bad and horrible.

So I was completely ashamed and terrified of anyone learning my secret because I was the only one and I knew it was a bad secret. I'm sure there are other things that happened that taught me this, experiences with my parents, peers, teachers. But I don't remember most of them, and I don't really need to go into it here, as the sadly important point is that I learned very young to be ashamed of myself.

No one ever talked about people like us. Ever. There were the occasional movies involving cross dressing and drag, usually men pretending to be women (notice that key word that differentiates trans people from cis people. Cis people when they cross dress in performative ways are pretending to be the opposite sex or a gender outside the binary. Trans people aren't pretending, we are the gender we identify with.) like Tootsie. I liked the movie, it was nice to see a man who could pretend to be a woman and enjoy some of it. But I never identified with that character, not in any significant life changing way. Because he was a man, he identified as a man throughout the movie and I was a girl forced to be a boy. And most other instances of crossdressing in media were treated as a joke, including Tootsie. "Hello [shame] my old friend, I've come to talk with you again." (1)

So learning I wasn't the only person in the world that felt this way was life changing. It gave me comfort, which I sorely needed. But the second part was just as important. I could actually do something about my body and I could be me. And that gave me hope. Which was sorely needed as I was spiraling downward rapidly at the time. Months later as the horrors of my body changing became more apparent I came out to my parents in desperation, which instead of recognizing me and loving and supporting me, was met w/ dismissal, and attempts to erase me and increased the shaming tenfold. But the one thing that kept me going. The one bright star in that horrible darkness was the knowledge that I could transition someday, not as soon as I'd hoped, not as soon as I needed, but someday. It felt like an eternity away, but it was there, telling me to keep surviving to keep going because I could be me when I got there.

Had I not learned of trans people, I honestly don't think I would have survived my first adolescence. I would just be another dead kid with everyone wondering why I was so depressed and weren't there any signs? (I often wonder how many of the children that manage to kill themselves are queer. Based on proportions of homeless youth, I imagine queer kids are a very large chunk of that statistic.) Just learning about the existence of trans people kept me alive. Knowing I wasn't alone and there was something I could do about it. It was horrifyingly frustrating that I couldn't do anything until I turned 18, but I would be able to do something about it. So learning about trans people saved my life.

Just that one concept, that trans people living their authentic lives existed, was enough to keep me alive. And here is the silver lining that occured to me. Despite all the negative, bigoted, horrible publicity, laws, and hate. Our existence is being talked about a lot. Which means, kids who need to know they aren't alone, that they are not the only one's that feel this way. Are finding out that we exist. Yes they'll need to do research and understand that we and in turn them are not evil, not monsters, not perverts, But beautiful amazing wonderful and caring people. And because of that, maybe. Just maybe, a few more trans kids will survive and maybe even thrive one day, because they learn they aren't alone and there is something they can do about it.

I hope so. I really hope that is the case. I also wish we didn't suffer so much that way, too many of us die. Maybe someday, that will change for the better. (1) Simon and Garfunkel, "The Sound of Silence."

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Invisible Man (2020)

I “saw” 2020’s The Invisible Man again and liked it even more the second time. Any disappointment you might have once you realize it is not an adaptation of the H.G. Wells novel - or a remake of the excellent 1933 film - will disappear after witnessing the magnificent performance by Elizabeth Moss, the overwhelming sense of paranoia generated by the camerawork, Leigh Whannell’s direction, or the smart way it incorporates themes of domestic abuse into its story.

Cecilia Kass (Elisabeth Moss) escapes her violent, controlling boyfriend with the help of her sister, Emily (Harriet Dyer), her friend James (Aldis Hodge) and his daughter (Sydney (Storm Reid). While hiding from Adrian (Oliver Jackson-Cohen), Cecilia learns from his brother, Tom (Michael Dorman) that he committed suicide after she left. Despite this, she becomes convinced he is alive, that he's found a way to make himself invisible and that he's now stalking her.

The usual rule in movies is “show, don’t tell”, and it’s a testament to the script by Leigh Whannell that he breaks this rule in one important way but that the film still works. What sort of abuse was Cecilia subjected to? We don’t really know. The film begins on the night of her escape. We see her check the clock in the middle of the night, carefully move Adrian’s hand away from her waist, pull a duffel bag out of a ventilation shaft, move a camera away from her exit, go down into the basement to shut off the alarms and carefully make her out. On the outside, the home looks majestic but from our point of view looks like an endless maze of suffocating corridors. Her next move is to climb the wall surrounding the property and then run through the woods to the road where her sister is scheduled to meet her. Later on, Cecilia tells us how Adrian would punish her, how eventually, he didn’t need to because he could foresee her every move and practically read her thoughts. Your imagination fills the gaps, and we’re just getting started.

It doesn’t take us too long to figure out what’s really happening. Adrian has, indeed, made himself invisible. That’s an endlessly more frightening truth than if Cecilia was still trapped inside the house with him. When she and James discuss her fears, the camera always seems a little bit too far away, like a third person needed to be squeezed into the frame. The negative space all around them becomes Adrian. It no longer matters whether he is hiding in that corner or not because he could be and the fact that he COULD be there means he’s there, slowly choking Cecilia just like before. No, not like before. Previously, she had hope. If she could make it off that property and onto the street, she would be free. Now, no one will come to her rescue because everyone believes she’s safe. Anything Cecilia says about Adrian stalking her just makes her seem unstable. Soon, she won’t have a choice. She’ll willingly decide to go back to him just so she can stop wondering if she’s being stalked or not.

Enough praise cannot be showered upon Moss for her performance as Cecilia. She plays this horribly broken person with pinpricks of who she must’ve been before Adrian showing up here and then. She’s so frightened of him that you can’t help feeling the same, particularly in those long shots at night when the camera simply stares at an empty door frame. We know there’s someone there. So does Cecilia. It’s like she’s been around the monster for so long that she can also read his thoughts. Rather than prove an advantage, it’s merely another reason to be terrified. He doesn’t need to even utter threats anymore. The threats are already there and whatever she can think of, he can counter with ease. She’s smart so there is hope but talk about an uphill battle and since this is a horror movie, you don’t know how it’s going to end. I’ll give you a hint: it’s a pitch-perfect conclusion.

 The Invisible Man is genuinely frightening and it creates terror without resorting to cheap tricks. The picture heaps suspense upon suspense, makes sure you’re invested by fashioning these great characters and gives the roles to actors who are up to the task. Masterfully directed, fresh, and relevant, it’s not merely a great horror film; it’s a great film period. (June 10, 2022)

[theouijagirl]

Hi, I came across your tumblr while doing a search on google. I know you get these questions but it’s truly worrying me about getting rid of this ouija board. My bf was gifted one from a an occult/witch shop a couple of years ago for decoration. We have never used it and I wouldn’t think it was ever used at the store but I have no way of knowing. I understand that it’s just a communication tool but I also do know spirits attach to things as well like someone who died attaches to their belongings, idk if that’s the same. ANYWAY, since he got it I always had this really weird feeling from it (i also am terrified of ouija boards or anything that can be demonic) and we put it away out of sight. It now lives in our new apartment in a closet in a bedroom we no longer sleep in for other reasons. However every single time I would go in there id get really high anxiety and this feeling that I need to get out of the room, and then it dawned on me that ouija board was being kept in there. I want to get rid of it, I want to be back in that room and feel safe in there. I see people say to just throw it out or donate it but it’s making me incredibly nervous. I just have this really bad feeling about it and was wondering if you could provide anything to ease my anxieties over this? Thank you so much if you respond!

As a person with extreme anxiety and has undergone a lot of treatment to keep it in check, I can tell you that literally anything can trigger anxiety, or even nothing at all. Anxiety is your brain perceiving a threat and reacting to it. It could be the Ouija board triggering that in you, or it could be literally anything else. But by all means, get rid of anything you feel might be triggering anxiety.

I assure you that you can just get rid of a Ouija board. Sure, spirits can attach themselves to things, but not in the way you're thinking. That's just a horror movie/TV trope. Spirits like to be around things that bring them joy in the same way that we like to be around objects that give us joy. It doesn't mean that extreme hauntings are going to occur just because an item is present.

Don't let your fear of Ouija boards get it the way. Get rid of it. You can give it to Goodwill or whatever, give it to a friend, put it in the trash, like it really doesn't matter. It's a board with letters on it. You're all good.

[fervency-if]

So. I asked my parents for horror movie recommendations (specifying really scary or weird ones) and I got:

Evil Dead

Ju-on

Terrifier

Tokyo Gore Police

Pink Eye

Eraserhead

My mom also mentioned Delicatessen (which I'm not putting in the list proper since we've talked about it before, but I thought it was funny that she said "not super scary, but kinda, it's French" like the movie being French is what makes it scary)

Also, if you'd be interested in reading horror as well, I'd personally recommend checking out Junji Ito's mangas! His work is amazing and he's considered one of the greatest contemporary artists in the genre (and also he has a non-horror manga about his cats, which I love immensely)

Ohh, thank you (and your parents) so much for this! I have neither seen Tokyo Gore Police, nor Pink Eye, so I will make sure to check them out. I'm a fan of Evil Dead, I find it highly entertaining (I used to have an Evil Dead-keychain back in the days... I wonder where that went,) and Ju-On really creeped me out when I watched it as a teen (when I rented it with a friend back then, she got so scared that I called another friend of ours to act as a comic relief to calm her down. If I recall correctly, it went very well.)

Ah, yes! I don't remember that movie very well, but I remember that I liked it. (Haha, that's some reason!)

I'm definitely interested in reading horror, yes - thank you so much for the recommendation, I will check them out as well! I don't know much about manga at all, so there's a lot for me to discover. I look forward to reading them. (Ah, that sounds so sweet!)

[broke-on-books]

So I just watched Oppenheimer (with my best friend, she's really into physics and wanted to see it with me) and these are my thoughts [with spoilers]

This was a movie that was simultaneously horror-inducing and not horrifying enough in my mind. I cried at about three points during the movie (with the majority of that being for around 10 to 15 minutes straight during the Trinity sequence) for a couple of reasons.

I'm not going to make this a long post so I'll break it down into two short paragraphs of what I liked and disliked about the movie

Like: I actually enjoyed this movie much more than I thought I would? I didn't have super duper high hopes going into it because Oppenheimer isn't really the kind of movie I'd typically watch or enjoy from what I'd seen of the promo beforehand (I was honestly worried I'd bored) but I'd say that mainly wasn't the case. I'd say that the Trinity test sequence was utterly chilling and really technically done so well, I loved that they showed the light so intensely and had it go almost silent for a good few minutes (honestly between 3-5) before shocking the audience with the noise of the blast. I also think the monstrosity of everyone involved was done in a very realistic and human (and therefore terrifying) way. Like the scenes where the people on base at Los Alamos were cheering and celebrating and lifting Oppenheimer up before the American flag after the test were just so deeply chilling and just disturbing to me. I think I whispered 'you motherfucker' under my breath at least 30 times to 10 different characters while watching this movie

Dislike: My main dislike here is really that I couldn't tell how much of the racism present in this movie was actually intentional on the part of Nolan and the writing team. Like I think with many things the answer is likely somewhere in between the two extremes, but this movie is one that for me is really difficult to pin down where I think it stands on that issue. I really wish I was still in my film study class because I'd honestly like to know what my peers and teacher would think about it. Because I feel like the shying away from actually showing the affects of the bomb (not a SINGLE Japanese person is ever heard or seen in this movie) and tests (Native Americans are mentioned twice but their reactions to the Manhattan Project or the repercussions of the tests on the natives and other nearby communities are never/barely addressed) is an effective and powerful way to show the reality of the racism of Oppenheimer and his contemporaries but the way it is presented in the movie makes it almost impossible to distinguish where the line lays behind Oppenheimer's bigotry in text and where the biases of Nolan and Hollywood come into play. And even IF Nolan's exclusion of Japanese, Native, Hispanic, and other perspectives was entirely intentional (to showcase Oppenheimer's biases and story in his own eyes) it STILL raises the question of what stories Hollywood finds worth telling. Like the story of this kind of human monstrosity in the face of curiosity is one that I believe has worth to tell, but is it worth telling at the exclusion of other perspectives of this event and the sheer human suffering it caused? And what does it say about our culture that this is the perspective of the event Hollywood decided to put millions of dollars and thousands of hours behind? These are just some of the questions this movie makes me want to ask.

The previous paragraph was supposed to be about all my dislikes of the movie and instead just covered the majority of what I have to say over the main one, which for me was my central conflict as I watched this movie. However some other more minor gripes are as follows:

1) I didn't like they had like 30 to 45 minutes worth of the senate confirmation/security clearance trial stuff after the Trinity test sequence. I found this part of the movie unpleasant to sit through as I couldn't really find it in myself to care or have any sort of empathy or compassion for Oppenheimer after watching him build test and hand over bombs that killed hundreds of thousands of people. Like I was not remotely interested in his problems after that to be real with you all.

2) didn't appreciate the Florence Pugh sex scenes to be honest. Like I guess I get that they were a part of the story and Oppenheimer's relationship with her character and their affair is important to his story but to be honest. I was 100% perfectly content NOT having to see her boobs and 3 times was definitely a little much for me

3) why were the parts with Robert Downey Jr in black and white they literally happened after the colored parts. Also I just really didn't like these parts of the movie to be honest. They weren't the parts I was there for and to be honest I didn't care too much about what happened to him

4) this isn't fully a dislike but I have complicated thoughts on the prometheus analogy in that I both like it and think it doesn't work for oppenheimer especially in the way they tried to apply it. Idk I won't get into it because I'd like this post to end sooner rather than later and my thoughts aren't the most organized on this matter

5) I was pissed when they did the cut to the scientists and the scientific community as those who would never forgive oppenheimer with the scene with Einstein by the lake. Like THAT'S what he told him? Screw the scientists what about the world!!!!!!! What about humankind!!!!! This was the last scene of the movie and they made up for it the teensiest bit with the "I think I already have [started a chain reaction that will end the world]" but if ANY TIME is when to talk about the world and the future and repercussions on humanity and oppenheimer's legacy to HUMANITY. it was that scene. Literally smh here

Anyways those were some of my thoughts, I'd thought I'd put them out there because I have a lot of lingering things I'd like to discuss and say after seeing this movie, many of which I didn't see talked about on this site after a quick cursory search. Feel free to reply/comment/add your own opinions etc.

[onesemesterfilmstudentta]

Pulse

I don't watch a lot of horror movies and most of the ones I do are tied to some awful evil or crime made incarnate as a monster. Sadako, Chuckie, and Jason are all examples of horror I'm used to. Therefore, the existential horror, the epidemic of loneliness, presented in Pulse was incredibly thought-provoking and closer to home in a way that makes it more terrifying. I admit I don't think I was touched by this movie as other people would be because of some unique experiences. Despite that, I genuinely appreciate how the film sensitively depicted the crushing despair and resignation that loneliness causes. Loneliness is both the creeping sense of total despair and fear of an inevitable future (whether it's true or not) and the depressing resignation - as if the world has just ended - as you decide it's totally hopeless. When I'm thinking about this film, I adore it.

Initially, I thought the screens depicting people wandering around their rooms or killing themselves were "ghosts" of people or memories they left behind that continue to haunt the living. This includes both the people who care about them and the strangers stumbling upon these relics of dead people. It's like seeing old forum posts from years and years ago and wondering where those people might be or if they're even alive. To see these screens, along with the "help me" plea, seemed just like cries for help and I don't think I'm entirely wrong. Everyone in the film, the best example being Harue who seems to have scrawled "help me" over the walls of her bedroom, want to be helped from their loneliness. They always fail to feel connected to someone no matter how much time they spend with someone else in person.

This failure to connect with people is obviously tied to technology in some way. In the beginning, Taguchi seems locked to his room. The mood change is instant when we move from what is a cloudy day outside, full of people and plants, to his room that seems like it's always night in there. The curtains are drawn, the lamps are on, and there's a coffee cup on the table that implies he's been living all-nighters every day and every night. Initially, I thought the film might have shown its hand too early: People seek the internet in order to connect with people because they can't reach people in the real world. It turns out that these connections are just as fake and in despair we flee the world of the living. Therefore, the true answer is that we have to grit our teeth and stay connected to the real world, you know? After all, you can't ever reach anyone by phone either and even if they answer, they can only ask for help without trying hard to receive it or they just shrug you off. Just like real life. Do you remember the boss of the flower shop saying something similar? Friends say wonderful things during the good times, with the best of intentions, and it only hurts the people they're trying to reach. That is, the message seemed exceedingly pessimistic not only about one's own effort to stay connected but also about technology. I'm… still not THAT wrong in the end.

That's why I feel conflicted about the possible reason for the disappearances was "ah, you see… the other realm is just overflowing with ghosts. It can't be helped, you know?" Not only does it sound like a conspiracy theory but it's one that turns out true as people disappear the world over. An actual apocalypse caused by ghosts! However, it does seem to tie in neatly with the idea that through technology, people (or in this case ghosts) take advantage of other people's loneliness. It's a common story. Catfishing is just one example.

About the real world crisis, the segment in which a TV is naming all the people who have disappeared hit me the most. Not only young or middle-aged people but the elderly and kids are named too. No matter the age or reason or past, loneliness can affect anyone. Loneliness is an epidemic. Of course I don't disagree. Just saying "we all die alone" is a terrifying statement generally and there are people who dream of dying surrounded by loving family. Not just loneliness but death too is a topic people feel strongly about.

That seems to be the core of Kawashima's narrative. Throughout the film, he refused to confront death to the point that he blabbered on about being able to live forever once people make a miracle drug to Harue. He doesn't want to think about death he says repeatedly. Then he is forced to confront death in that forbidden room, made to hear Death speak to him, and to touch it physically. That is, death comes for us all and we have no choice but to confront it. If we are lonely in life, we are lonely in death, Kawashima only got so far because he never seriously considered death and always ran away from it. I have to be honest. I think everyone in this film is a bit cowardly. No one confronted death properly but instead focused on their despair and fear. Depression is a serious issue and whether you're depressed or not it takes serious dedication to remain optimistic and dedicated to enjoying your life. It shouldn't matter if you're alone or not, if you're lonely or not, because life isn't just people. However, I admit that there is no one-size-fits-all, "proper" way to confront such an amorphous, unknowable thing. Anyone might say the world over just hit its limit and couldn't take the loneliness anymore.

[beetle-ze-bub]

Ok, so this is my first post to tumblr, and I don't know if I'll ever make more. But fuck it, anything for jrwi.

Spoiler warning for all of bitb under the cut

Welcome to my Essay:

Why Everyone Lived in BITB

Ok, so the main theme of bitb – intentional or not – is friendship and love.

Kian first died because of his love for Becky, Rolan's parents loved him too much and smothered him, leading to his death, and to bug Rolan leaving, Kian's parents didn't love him enough, leaving him neglected, Rand's mom loves him, but struggles to understand him at times, and his father seems to not love him at all. Hell, the whole thing started, because Rand failed to show that he does love Rachel. The campaign is even started with the love our 3 main characters share. Because dnd – as fun as it is – could not have been the only reason they came back together. Whether that is a platonic or romantic love is something up to interpretation, but either way they all care deeply for one another. 

We also see all 3 struggling with their own guilt and self doubts about not showing enough love, or fear of not being loved – Rolan and his parents and him leaving Rand behind, Rand and Rachel, as well as him feeling as though he's a disappointment and will never achieve anything with his life, and Kian with the fear that should anyone find out he's not really a rockstar they won't like him anymore.

When the apocalypse starts, it doesn't seem to really go for strangers, it goes for people they all know and care about. Of course this is most likely just to make sure there's more drama, but regardless it doesn't matter, because it is what happened for this world.

As it goes on, we see our characters separate, and ironically, this is when it gets hardest for them. This is when Kian dies, this is when Rolan gets attacked, when Rand gets attacked. It is when they are alone, isolated, without those they care about. 

Yet when they come together it is when they persevere; it is when they find the most clues, when they seem to get the farthest. Even though Rand is scared that Rolan is a bug, he realizes this is still his friend, and has been for years. Not only that, but Rolan probably would've lost himself to his instincts had Rand not been there. He's terrified of what he is, and had he been alone, unable to fully recognize someone he cares about is there, and who he needs to help survive all this, he may have just gone back to being a soldier bug because of his panic, fear, and disgust at what he is.

Through finding himself he's able to locate the queen. Who is it? Rachel.

Now, I'll be entirely honest, Kian isn't able to do a whole lot during this, but I honestly think that had he not been there – had he not died again, to his sister! – Rand would not have been able to bring himself to kill the queen, because he wouldn't have snapped out of it (at least somewhat). He also helps reveal the queen is behind Rachel, and protects them somewhat by making the queen unable to see them.

When Rand started doubting, when his sister was about to turn him, it's Rolan who cuts off the wire like tendril stuck into his head. 

When the grenades won't be able to kill the queen, and Rolan has to make the choice to run away and live aware, or die a soldier for the chance of saving them, he doesn't leave. He jumps and sacrifices not only his life – possibly, but we'll get there in a second – but his sense of self as well to allow Rand to make the throw.

At the end we are given Rand hugging his sister, Rachel saying "you've changed." as a glitter like magic passes over the town. We are not told if this is Rand's brain providing him what he needs to see as he bleeds out from his wounds, we are not told what happens to the bugs, we are not told what happens to the people killed, turned into materials for the hive. We are given the choice to decide for ourselves what happened.

I think Rand survived, as that fits most with the 80s horror movie vibe. The final girl trying their best to move on. But supposedly, his friends did not.

And here's the thing, to me it makes the most sense that everyone is ok. Because what does Rand have at the end if Kian and Rolan are truly dead? Rat seemed to be his only other friend and he died long ago, we don't know if his parents are still alive, and Rachel – if truly ok – would be the only person he has left.

Which really doesn't fit the theme of love and friendship. Rand, just left alone, his mind broken and no one left to help him get better? He can't go to a therapist like Kian would suggest, who'd believe him? He'd be locked in an insane asylum. The chances of him getting a job is low as most places when hiring are somewhat discriminatory to those with mental illnesses, especially in the 80s. Everyone in town just thinks he's some scumbag stoner, and no way would he say he defeated the queen and ended the apocalypse – especially if it resulted in his 2 best friends' deaths.

If we were to follow the theme of friendship it would imply that both Rolan and Kian are ok. It's can also be inferred Kian is ok due to the fact he mentions his next song should be "Smoke with the Devil", a song we know he made – yes it could just be a fun easter egg, but it could also be a canonical thing he made – and we know he didn't make it before the events of the campaign, as he mentioned that he should make it while on the boat they took to go kill the queen. We also know that friendship itself is able to bring people back. Kian is literally revived, through the power of friendship. While Rand may not have used magic, it's not impossible to say Kian would still be revived again, through different means.

Following that logic, anyone who was turned into a bug/eaten by a bug is probably ok. Meaning Rolan would be alive. Whether he'd still be a bug is up for debate – though personally I like the idea of Rolan still being a bug (maybe because he wasn't really apart of the hivemind until right when the queen died, meaning he couldn't fully establish a link and thus wouldn't be back to human, and wouldn't be part of the hivemind (or maybe only partly); or it could be because he was one of the first killed, and now his human body is beyond saving) – but either way he'd be ok.

And even if that wasn't the case, if Kian is ok, Rolan would still be ok. Because if Kian isn't ok because the bug people got turned back, it would probably be because the people eaten/used for building materials were ok. which in that case, would mean the bugs either died – unlikely they would all just die immediately if the magic didn't get rid of them – or are still alive. If still alive, then they would probably be drifting listlessly without their queen, possibly no longer a hivemind, stuck without orders and probably slowly starving to death. 

Whether the bugs starve to death wouldn't fully matter, because regardless, Rolan would be ok. Again, probably not fully connected to the hivemind if there is still a connection, but he would be able to survive as a bug through human means – whether just wandering around in the wild or living in human society (would probably depend on if he's stuck in his instincts (also for the sake of a happy ending I'm guessing Rand and Kian would find him eventually)). He would be able to survive in ways other bugs couldn't because he's done so for years. and even if it might not be at the forefront of his mind and thoughts if he's stuck in his instincts, there would still be a part of his telling him he can do those thing – eat human food and not people, wear clothes, not go full bug – because we know the bugs remember the parts of their human lives. But not only does Rolan have his human life, he's also spent around half his life as a bug, living as a human, being human.

While yes there are other options for how bitb ended, and things I've probably overlooked or missed, or just forgot to add in my writing of this rant, I do think it's 100% possible for our boys in the bayou to all have survived, and get the happy ending they all deserve.

[twotangledsisters]

WIP Ask Game Modern Tangled that is Dark?

Ooh, Id' pretty much forgotten about this one!

If I'm honest, I should probably take this one out of the folder as I doubt it'll ever be completed for umm... Reason I can't disclose? (one person will know what I mean with this xD)

But it was a Tangled AU taking place in modern day where Gothel needed Rapunzel's blood for a medicine she needed to live, and when Rapunzel's parents said there child would not be used for that, she kidnapped Rapunzel and locked her in her attic.

Eugene and Lance are thieves running from the law and in a badly gone heist they break into this woman's house to hide and find Rapunzel.

Rapunzel is in pretty bad condition as she hasn't seen sunlight since she was a child, she's very skittish, underweight, terrified (this is why it's titled dark)...

Eugene and Lance unable to go to law enforcement break her out of the attis and bring her with them back to their hideout. A basement! What an upgrade for this poor girl...

Eventually Lance remembers he has this friend who's father is in the police and she's going through a bit of a rebellious stage so she might be a good option for getting information without having to reach out to the police.

Together they figure out who Rapunzel is and work to get her home safely.

Here's a snippet:

The sound of movement cause Eugene to turn around quickly and Lance to hide behind his friend. Fuck. Just they’re luck to climb into an attic with someone in it! People barely spent time in the attic and the window had been boarded up! But then out of the shadows stepped a girl about their age, green eyes wide and confused. Her hair was down to her waist, greasy and matted. Her skin was pale, and she was littered with bruises. Eugene lowered the weapon he was holding. The girl looked at him before stepping back. There was a clinging sound and as Eugene narrows his eyes, he realised the girl was chained to the ground. “Shit…” “She’s clearly a ghost. We’ve walked into a horror movie. I knew this was a bad idea,” Lance groaned. Eugene shook his head as he pulled out his lock picks. “I wish this were a horror movie, as our day just got a whole lot harder.” When Eugene started to move the girl rushed back, back hitting the wall. She shook her head. “It’s okay,” Eugene whispered, holding out a hand reassuringly. “I’m going to help you, alright?” Lance watched Eugene’s slow movements. The girl slid to the ground with her back against the wall, closing her eyes tightly as Eugene began to pick the locks. “Do you speak English?” She didn’t respond. “My name’s Flynn, that’s Lance.” Lance grinned. “Pleasure to meet you!” The girl opened one eye to look at the two then pointed towards the door. “Mother.” “Is she who looked you up here?” The girl looked at Eugene but didn’t say anything else. “Alright…” Eugene managed to free one wrist before moving onto the next. “Lance, we need to drop her off at a police station before heading home.” “What? No!” “No?” “We can’t drop her off at a police station.” “We don’t go in, we just leave her and run. The police can help her.” “They won’t help her Eugene, if she isn’t talking, they’ll throw her right into an asylum…” Lance held himself. “Trust me, they’re horrible.” Eugene frowned. “Well, we can’t leave her here.” “We could take her?” Eugene scoffed. “And do what, may I ask?” “Help her, of course.” “How?” “If I’d been locked in an attic, the first thing I’d want my brave rescuers to do is give me a delicious hot meal! You like food?” He asked the girl. “Food?” she asked. “Yeah!” Lance smiled. The girl smiled back and nodded. Eugene sighed. “Great… Two food motivated full grown kids for me to care for…”

As you can tell the tone is also very... off. I'd have to rework this fic a lot to make it work.

As always, thanks for the ask!

[mookyandlulu]

October 27 2024

Dear reader,

Welcome to our blog. We are sitting in cable cafe (our spot) in London. We come to you with our first installment of our weekly blog. Because it is our first blog, we will be including our thoughts from last week as well. A special treat from Mooky and Lulu, please do not expect this every week, as we only live one week at a time. 

LETS BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We watched two movies over the past two weeks – The Substance and Uglies. We loved both but for different reasons. We had many takeaways. They are as follows: 

THE SUBSTANCE: 

Mooky says: Margaret Qualley Outmogs Demi Moore. By a mile.

Lulu does not agree. Additionally, Lulu thinks that MQ's name NEEDS a Jr. at the end. Thoughts? 

Our main takeaway from this film was the fact that whenever you are asked out by a weird boy, ALWAYS say yes. Or else you will end up like Demi Moore (in the substance) (We will not spoil, no worries.) 

The movie was pretty gross. Also, I didn't like the ending that much. Sorry. Scarier without it. 

Out of 5 stars … 3. (?) 

UGLIES: GREAT Movie. Joey King gives it her all. Her performance is arresting. 

The guy from Outer Banks is in the movie too. He is pretty good. But he is too scary. I wish he was prettier. 

Disappointed that we didn't get to see Joey King Pretty (for that long). Also, cowardly AF to end the movie in a cliff hanger. Finish it off why don't ya?? 

Dr. Cable (played by Lavern Cox)'s name is cable like the cafe we are in! Wow. Our spot. 

I thought it was funny that Joey King's nickname was "squint," she doesn't even squint that much, if at all. Another question: do they make your penis bigger when you get the surgery? One would think so, right?

ALSO Lucky Blue Smith made a surprise cameo near the beginning, why no mention from Nara on any social media? (I would know, I follow closely.) 

I did not like hoverboard scenes. So apparent that they WEREN'T REALLY ON HOVERBOARDS. I wish the wind was better and I wish Joey King would act normal. Sorry. She is friends with Sabrina Carpenter, though if you didn't know. 

Also sorry, I have more. Why does the city look exactly like the Hunger Games. Not creative enough I wish the flying ships were like tea cups . 

I HATED Shay and the way she was acting – GREYS ANATOMY school of acting! She whispered way too much and made it so annoying to sit there. Can't remember what else I was gonna say. 

Out of 5 stars, 4.5.

Moving on… 

NOIR NOVELS 

For the past two weeks we have taken on the identities of two little boys. The week before we were German sisters, but as that was before the conception of the blog we will not be discussing it any further. Our little boys follow a strict schedule, tucking themselves into bed by 10:30pm (Sharp) every evening. They read by candle light, a noir novel, each evening. Mama gets angry if they are not tucked in to bed by 10:30. Lights out at 11. They are competitive speed readers. 

PALIBU (Mooky section)

I have much to say on the subject of "Palibu." Lulu (from Palibu) first told me about it years ago, as though it came out of a dream! She said they wanted to combine the Pacific Palisades with Malibu, an insane idea to her and all involved. I researched it at my last session in cable cafe, and found that Palibu is only united in their chamber of commerce, but nowhere else.. not spiritually, not physically, not metaphysically, simply through commerce. Is this not representative of our human condition, reader? Wow. That's all.

Also, although we missed halloweekend, I want to dress up like my cat (named ball) for halloween. Will update blog on if I do it or not.

VAPE DREAM (Lulu section)

Before we get into our weekly list of places and things we liked let's talk about my Vape Dream.

My Vape Dream was a Horror dream. Okay. It was terrifying and scary. So, I was walking along in a mall of sorts with my brother and 'the dining room men.' Can't get into specifics here, sorry. Anyways we were supposed to go to a party but we got separated. So here I am, alone in the mall, and I see a glowing beacon of light, a health food kiosk. I walk on over and what are they selling? Organic Health Food Vapes. My back has been hurting a lot recently, so I decided it would be a good idea to buy all of the vapes the store offered. I took the lot as they say. It was 70 dollars for four vapes. I don't know whether this is a deal or a rip off IRL. As I am walking out of the health food kiosk I realize that I am pretty healthy to begin with… and a vape certainly could not make me feel better than I already did… At this great, ripe, discovery I decided to turn around and return my vapes when A Terrifying Man comes over and says 

"Hey you were about to buy these vapes… thats really cool"

At this, I turned around and ran back to my dorm in the mall which was in a tunnel. I was so scared and my heart was beating. As soon as i get back into my dorm I facetime my mother and in the little corner of the facetime I see my face and on my right cheek a stress rash is Blooming! It is hot and Hurts!!!!! Thats it. 

LIST

Things we liked and places we liked and also did not like this week (and the week before):

Towpath - liked! Talked to princess Diana (Not really her, just a girl with short hair.) Need to return to give her our thoughts on the Substance, she talked about it at length with us.

Toconoco - liked of course! YUM.

Cable cafe - liked! Birthplace of blog.

Ritzy cafe/theater - ehhh didn't really like. Played ads instead of trailers, felt dystopian, a packed theater all sitting there watching ads. Not fun. Popcorn had zero butter involved, tasted like skinnypop. Man who sold me the popcorn not friendly.

Costcutter - liked! CLASSIQUE!

Beautiful Toconoco lunch.

At cable cafe. Failed crossword.

We also wrote a movie last night. We were at discount suit factory, a speakeasy, one could say. Over eight cocktails (named the Magpie), we conceived of this great idea. Lulu was line dancing with Kong dog (friend of the blog), and we suddenly started to perform. Basically, the plot goes:

Two railroad tycoons (Kong dog and Lulu) are having drinks. Sissy, the bartender (Mooky), serves them whiskey (NEAT) in the style of wine service. The two tycoons fall in love with Sissy, and they invite her back to their houses. She reveals that she is 9 months pregnant, and the father of the baby ran away on the railroads (presumably built by the two tycoons present). She shoots the tycoons, and goes into labor. One of the tycoons turns into her midwife, and the other is rebirthed as her baby. Sissy abandons her baby on the railroad, and the baby becomes a child of the rails. The baby then grows up to be the greatest railroad tycoon the world has ever seen. 

(This part is still under production, we have some kinks to work out.)

ENTER the trolley problem… the baby is tied to the rail? Okay that's it.

Us as the railroad tycoons with mustaches.

Also what if you got that salmon DNA semen facial where they inject the semen of the salmon into you face and then like a few weeks pass and you get a sudden urge to go into the stream and swim up it? Just some food for thought. See you next week. 

Love,

Mooky and Lulu

[cattatonically]

Never Trust a Guy With Fangs - Mia Monroe (Coven of Eaton Falls, book 1)

Synopsis

Waking up in my enemy’s bed is just the start of my problems.

The first rule of being a witch: don’t trust the vampires. My entire life has been filled with stories of our warring covens. We tenuously coexist in the New England city of Eaton Falls, where the locals think we’re merely the stuff of fairy tales and horror movies.

We live life as the mortals do, keeping our magic behind the scenes. Everything is fine until the day I wake up inside notorious Eaton Manor, in the bed of none other than the sexy and terrifying head vampire, Augustus Rainier, with no memory of how I got there.

His presence makes my skin tingle and my heart beat just a little faster. I know the inherent danger of associating with violent, often unpredictable vampires. I’ve got bigger problems, though, when I discover my coven is in hiding, leaving me on my own.

When danger shows up at Eaton Manor, it becomes clear it’s not only the witches in trouble. Both covens need to decide: do we fight separate battles against the same enemy or break every rule in our history and join forces to defeat a common foe? The other major question—will possessive and domineering Augustus let me go when this is over?

Never Trust A Guy With Fangs is an MM paranormal romance. It is book one in the Covens of Eaton Falls series featuring a rebellious twink of a witch with eternal optimism, an edgy vampire with a strong mistrust of witches, two stubborn and quirky covens, a threat from an unknown enemy, and a dangerous desire that could tear apart tradition, all in a beautiful New England backdrop. Each book features a new couple with a guaranteed HEA but the series must be read in order.

My Thoughts

We start right in the thick of it with Leo waking up in Augustus’ bed. Leo, a witch, has ben told his whole like that vampires are bad news. And yet, it’s a powerful vampire’s bed he’s waking up in. Danger is afoot, and for some reason, Leo’s instincts tell him to trust Augustus.

While August is more cautious around witches, something draws him to Leo. Something compelling and unstoppable. Their species have had a very, very long history of war and violence, but that’s not what they’re intent on this time. They want to find out what is happening that made Leo’s coven abandon him in the middle of the night, and how he ended up on Augustus’ doorstep, unconscious, with no memory of how he got there.

There’s something major afoot. And it’s unclear who can and cannot be trusted. When Leo discovers his best friend, and coven mate, Presley was also abandoned, everything he believed about his coven is thrown into chaos. He’s left with no choice but to trust the surly vampire who took him in, and vowed to protect him. But there’s so much more to it.

Leo and Augustus are drawn to each other when they should be trying to stay as far away from each other as possible. But something – instinct – keeps them together, and keeps drawing them nearer and nearer to each other. They both know it has the potential to end in absolute disaster, but they can’t stay away.

There’s a war coming, and with old enemies becoming allies for the greater good Leo and Augustus have to embrace their destiny for what’s coming. Everything Leo thought he knew changes in an instant, and Augustus vows to protect those near and dear to him – and that includes Leo.

Never Trust a Guy With Fangs was one hell of an introduction to this series, and I can tell the stakes are just going to get higher and higher with each book. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

[angst-fairy]

Named after anyone? Yes, my middle name is named after one of my moms pen pals she'd had since she was in her teens I think. Either way they've known each other for years, and are still friends. My middle name also happens to be my great grandfathers name, though my mother didn't intend that. I like it because it's kind of gender affirming to be named after a girl and a boy, since I'm bigender. But he also wasn't a good person, but then again he's not as bad as most people in my family and one of the very few who actually cared for their children.... soooo, missed feelings.

Last time I cried? Fuck, the day before yesterday? I barely know what I did this morning, or afternoon... or most of the evening. All I know is that I had a good day yesterday, and a boring day today. I cry a lot though, and I think I cried recently because I felt really happy, and I ain't used to that shit. The only specific time I remember crying recently was after my dr appointment, and the only reason I remember that is because I made a very poor attempt at offing myself.

Children? I call all my stuffed animals my kids, my parents are there grandparents, my grandma is their great grandma, and my siblings are their aunt and uncle. I'm also aunt/uncle to my siblings teddies. And since my siblings often voice them, they can become very realistic and say, wake me up or eat shit they shouldn't, or try to jump into the ceiling fan, or run away, or keep me from working, or *I trail off into frustrated mumbles, with a few louder and accompanied by angry hand gestures* I love them though.

Sports? If the devil didn't DESPISE me! I would be running and figure skating rn. And if the medical system didn't DESPISE me! I'd be doing both those things but in a wheelchair.

Sarcasm? With my parents? It's hard not to be. Honestly, society is lucky my parents are religious, because if they didn't believe violence was wrong, they'd be going around punching people right in the nose instead of dipping their words in poison (which is still technically wrong by their religion, but apparently they don't give a fuck).

First thing I notice about something? If it's a person, what are they generally like, and how can I manipulate them or our conversation if I need to get away from them because my intuition or just general knowledge deems them unsafe. If it's a place, usually how to safely get myself and as many other people out/hidden incase of emergency. If it's an object, it depends on where it is, because if I find it on the ground I'm first gonna check if it has blood, urine, drugs or anything else harmful on/in it. If it's in a store or someones house, I'd probably try seeing if there's any words on it and reading them.

Eye colour? (finally a web site that doesn't say I'm spelling colour wrong) Brown. It can look like hazel in certain lighting and dark brown in other lighting. I like it when it looks like a dark chocolate brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? I don't mind horror's or thrillers, I just find them boring. Not in the predictable way, they just don't really affect me. I stayed miles away from them as a kid because I thought I'd be terrified of them, but I finally saw one (or it could've been a video game) I realized I'm not scared of them in the slightest, and therefore don't find them appealing. I've always like when someone dies in a movie though, even if it doesn't have a happy ending. Though, if the persons death doesn't cause like a domino affect or it doesn't lead to anything, like they die, then there's a sad scene and after that they all just move on. Then they're just killing off people willy nilly. Death is supposed be used for storytelling, not just thrown in for no reason. The only exception is if it's a true story ofc, but then I get actually sad because real people did really die. And even then it usually has an affect in the story, because y'know, people are affected when ones they know and maybe love die.

Talents? Writing, as I'm sure you can tell. I'm starting to realize why my teacher always said I was writing an essay when writing answers to questions. I suppose drawing, but I need to practice a lot more to get as good as others. Then acting, analyzing basically anything and everything, and I'd like to think I'm a good problem solver.

Place of birth? Alberta, Canada

Hobbies? Researching medicine, genealogy, and psychology. Reading, writing and drawing. And then there's the hobbies I have that's called "collecting everything under the sun", which includes old dolls, coins, rocks, vintage anythings, stuffed animals, books, jewelry, and probably more.

Pets? I have a black kitty! Her name is Ravenna and we've had her for about a year. We used to have a black lab named Duke, but he died when I was a baby. My parents had him since before they were even married, so he did live a long life.

Height? 5'4 or about

Fav school subject? Science if they don't make me do dumb lab reports about basic knowledge I already know. English if they actually let me write and not just do random stuff about society. Math if it's all similar to algebra and they actually explain why those specific steps work and others don't and how. And probably psychology once I get there.

Dream job? Inventor/scientist, writer, and youtuber. All at the same time.

I'm so sorry to make you read through this, but if I got my pages in a book, I might as well read them to you

Tags: @garbage-floof @unicornpopcorn14 @fixation-central @toomanyfandoms11 @shank-ey @le-dormeur-du-val

tagged by @wolfsangel

1. named after anyone? no but my grandma chose my current name 2. last time I cried? today 3. kids? my plushies 4. sports? sleeping (n skating in winter) 5. sarcasm? hard to understand 6. first thing I notice about something? shape 7. eye color? that weird grey color that either looks green or blue to people 8. scary movies or happy endings? scary movies 9. talents? communicating with anything that has a soul 10. place of birth? c++ compiler 11. hobbies? programming, drawing, music, reserching topics no one cares about 12. pets? da dog, da hamster, soon da stickbugs 13. height? 5'5 or somwthing 14. favorite school subject? i dunno 15. dream job? something programming or osint related

tagging: @fvckinnefor @disruptxrr @ttattp @necoboberarc @poorpastel-pain + any1 who wants to do this ^__^