#for me I’m rereading Frankenstein

[meraarts]

I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.

[afterartist]

Over 200 years and still most people don’t know how Frankenstein ends

[cabeswaterdrowned]

I have best of the year shelves on goodreads that I make and wow looking back at my last year shelf compared to this one I’m having such a better reading year compared to the last… three years honestly I feel good about that!

[can-of-w0rmz]

Talking to people who aren’t REALLY into classics sucks sometimes bc it’s understandable enough yk, acquired taste and all that, but also it’s like I SWEAR I’m not being pretentious by saying my favourite novels are Frankenstein/Dracula/Les Misérables THEY GENUINELY ARE 😭 IM GENUINELY ATTACHED TO THE CHARACTERS AND GENUINELY HAVE REREAD THEM MULTIPLE TIMES (except for Les Mis. I am… still not finished my first read it’s a long-ass book ok man leave me be) AND IM GENUINELY EXTREMELY ARTISTICALLY INSPIRED BY THEM ALL IM SORRY I am but a simple history nerd who genuinely likes reading about old men with psychological problems and almost-human-cryptids that are metaphors 🙏🙏

[violetflowers55]

Hot & Cold - Chapter 8 (Final Chapter)

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: It’s finally come time to kill the princess, and the events surrounding it lead Phosphorus to confess something to you.

Notes: no smut but a happy ending. Sorry for the delay. classes resumed and i got sick immediately. on a different personal note thank you all so so much for your support. This is the first fic ive written in years and first long fic ive ever written. i didn’t think anyone would see this so it means the world to me not just that so many people read it, but that so many people enjoyed it. i’ve also cross posted this to ao3 so yall can reread it easier!

CW: Violence and death (minor)

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The five of you clambered down the hilltop as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the guards. Once you were at the bottom, The Bride silently pointed to a watchtower. A sole guard stood in the way. Leaning out behind a wall, you lashed his throat with your whip, preventing him from calling for help. The group moved forward, and Phosphorus finished him off.

Up in the watchtower, a guard was speaking on his walkie talkie. Behind him, you could faintly see security camera feeds. Weasel started clambering up the side of the tower and the Bride followed suit. Pushing your limits, you extended your whip further and wrapped it around the underside of the ledge on the inside. You then slowly retracted your whip to pull yourself up. When you got there, The Bride had already killed the guard. Phosphorus and Nina joined you a moment later, though you had no clue how.

“Why are we doing this again?” Nina asked anxiously.

“You know why,” The Bride answered.

“But what if we’re wrong? What if we’re killing all these people - what if we kill the princess for no reason?”

“Then, uh, c’est la vie?” Phosphorous responded before lighting a cigar. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh before turning to Nina.

“Waller probably has a good reason. She wouldn’t potentially start an international war if she didn’t. But, if she’s wrong or whatever, and we start a war, so what?” you shrugged, “We’ll still be prisoners. Not like we’ll be around to see it.”

“Oh, how I wish I could,” Phosphorous sighed dreamily, “but even beside that, there are billions of humans in the world. Who will notice a few less? Right Weas?”

Weasel sat there drooling.

“See? He doesn’t care.”

Nina looked unconvinced, but dropped it. The Bride flipped through the security channels, trying to find a way into the castle with minimal guards. Phosphorus turned to the other set of screens.

“These are the feeds from the past few days. Maybe they’ll show us another way in,” he clicked through the feeds before landing on one, “What the hell is that?”

On the screen in front of you, the princess walked out of a room with Clayface.

“Seems like we’re not the princess’s only monstrous visitors,” Nina noted, finally becoming suspicious of her.

“And somehow he gets locked up in Arkham instead of Belle Reve,” you rolled your eyes.

The walls of the tower shook and a new face appeared above the ledge. He started to speak, but The Bride instantly shot him off the ledge.

“Paramour of yours?”

“Oo, paramour, that’s a ten dollar word,” you joked, nudging Phosphorus.

“Oh, can it!” The Bride snapped, “Let’s head to the wall at the back of the garden, that seems to the least protected.”

You followed her directions, leaping out of the window and landing with a thud. Your ankles stung with pain. Phosphorus landed next to you and, seeing you face, placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, circling your ankles, “everything’s intact.” It felt nice that he cared, especially after how you pushed him before.

Now that you were next to the man, you made an informed guess he was Frankenstein. He groaned and reached out to The Bride. Calling him a “stalker piece of shit,” she shot him again and spat on him. Atop the walls, the soldiers started running towards the watchtower. You all took off sprinting towards the garden wall.

Once there, you all peered through the trees, scouting the guards. The Bride identified the spot with the fewest guards and pointed Phosphorus towards it. As you moved towards the wall, Phosphorus snuck of behind the one soldier in the way and burned through his mouth. Standing in front of the wall, he made a show of cracking his bones before placing his hands on the wall.

Hot.

“This may take a while.”

Fine by me, you thought while staring at him.

A while later, the tunnel Phosphorus burned through the wall led you into more woods surrounding a large pond. The entire perimeter was lined by guards, all watching the princess. She looked so calm as she dove into the blue water, as if there wasn’t a band of monsters out to kill her. Weasel whimpered when he saw her and darted out. Nina quickly grabbed him, pulling him back right before he broke through the bushes hiding everyone. After deciding not to kill Weasel, the discussion turned to how to kill the princess.

“Phosphorous, can you boil the water?” you suggested.

“Sure, I’m sure the guards won’t notice the water bubbling and the glowing green skeleton standing next to it before it kills her,” he said sarcastically.

“Just brainstorming,” you joked, echoing his previous words. His smile seemed to grow, his gaze lingering on you a bit too long. After further discussion, a realization dawned on you all.

“What?” Nina asked, noticing you all staring at her. “I said, what?!” she pressed after no initial response.

“It has to be you, Nina,” The Bride finally answered, “You need to kill the princess.”

“I-I need to kill the princess!?”

“The only way to get to her is under the water.”

“The Bride is right,” Phosphorous chimed in, “Wait until she dips under then do it.”

“Do what?!”

“Stab her. Then come straight back and we’ll go out the way we came in,” The Bride finished. Nina still looked panicked.

“No, no, no, I don’t know how to kill someone!”

You gently placed an arm on her arm. “It’s easier than you think. Just stab her, twist, and it’s over,” you tried to reassure her, but she still looked nervous. The Bride tried next.

“At the end of the day Nina, that’s just another human out there in the pond. But you’re a monster like us.”

“You said I wasn’t a monster.”

“I was lying, cuz I’m a bitch. You’re the biggest freak of us all,” The Bride smiled at her.

A determined look came over Nina’s face. She gripped the knife, took off her helmet, and waded into the water. The heavy pit in your stomach formed. You crept closer to the bushes, squinting to try to see under the water. The princess flipped onto her back, confidently backstroking through the water. Weasel anxiously murmured beside you.

“Weasel! Shut up!” Phosphorous hissed at him.

He ignored Phosphorus words and sprang forward, crying out to Ilana and wading into the water. Ilana first looked at him, then looked down and saw Nina. Nina’s arms broke the surface as she thrusted up towards her, but the princess caught her arms and pushed her back under the water.

No way an inexperienced fighter could do that.

The pit in your stomach tightened, and not thinking about it, you dove into the water. When your eyes adjusted to the water, you saw Ilana stab Nina in the stomach. Her eyes were narrowed, focused. You kicked your legs hard and stretched your hand out, wrapping your whip around the princess’s wrist and pulling her towards you. The look on her face was murderous as she realized what was happening. She tried to stab you, but the knife bent against your metal skin.

Your lungs burned while the rest of your body prickled from the cold water. You needed air. She tried to grab your throat, but you kicked up just in time, gasping as you broke the water. She followed suit, taking a breath before shoving you under again. Her palm smacked your face as she tried to push you deeper and deeper. Blindly flailing, you managed to kick her in the stomach, sending her backwards through the water. Free of her, you propelled yourself to Nina. Just as you reached her, Ilana regained her bearings and started heading back towards you. Grabbing Nina and pressing against her wound, you shot the two of you up to the surface. Ilana surfaced in front of you, her face twisted in rage. Behind her, The Bride and Phosphorus stood waiting in the shallow water. The guards circled, pointing their guns at the three of you. She couldn’t kill you without everyone seeing. It was over.

A guard handed The Bride a phone. You could faintly hear Wallers voice on the other end. Ilana turned around, her demeanor scarily shifting into that of a frightened victim. She shakily walked back to the shore, ignoring The Bride and Phosphorus. You rushed forward towards The Bride, who was staring at Nina in shock.

“She’s still alive.”

Real tears formed in The Bride’s eyes before she shouted at the guards to help Nina.

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The three of you sat solemnly on a bench in the grand foyer. Nina had been stitched up, but was still laying unconscious in some guest room. Across the room, the palace guards petted and praised Weasel, who happily lapped up their attention. Phosphorus pressed his hand into his forearm, somehow healing himself.

“Wait, what happened?” you asked, concerned. Phosphorus glared at Weasel.

“He practically gets the fish girl killed, tears my arm apart, and somehow he’s the freakin’ hero?” he fumed, both answering you and talking to himself.

“You want the knights to pet you, Phosphorus?” The Bride snarked.

“Well… yes. If their hands wouldn’t burn off, maybe,” he lifted his hands dramatically, his voice a mixture of a laugh and distraught.

You silently lifted your head and softly pet his head. He flinched at first before he realized what you were doing. Letting out a small murmur, he leaned into your touch.

“Ugh,” The Bride groaned, getting up and walking off.

You and Phosphorus sat there in silence while you pet his head. He tilted his head back towards the walls, closed his eyes, and sighed. After awhile, you let your hand fall gently from his head and placed it over his hand.

“You can’t do that again,” he finally spoke, his voice gravelly.

“Do what?”

He straightened up to look you in the eye, flipping his hand over to properly hold yours.

“You can’t keep putting yourself in deadly situations. I can’t take it.”

You nervously laughed, thinking he was joking. “That’s part of the job Alex, I can’t really help that.”

“Yes, you can,” he gripped your hand a little tighter, his voice getting sterner, “You didn’t have to go in the water after Nina. You didn’t have to fight that guy in the cafeteria. You keep putting yourself in this situations where you could die, and I- I can’t…”

He trailed off, his voice cracking. He sighed and looked away from you, still not looking at you when he spoke again.

“I haven’t… the way I feel about you, I haven’t felt this way since my wife. I couldn’t save her, and I thought I could keep saving you, but when you jumped in that water…” you intertwined your fingers with his, trying to silently reassure him, “I couldn’t do anything.”

He finally looked back up at you. His face looked the same as always, yet it somehow looked like he was in pain.

“I can’t lose you too,” his voice was barely a whisper and wrought with emotion. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest.

“Ok, ok, I’ll stop. I’ll try to stay out of danger. I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back, stroking his head. His hands gripped your shirt; if he could cry, your shirt would be soaked with tears. A moment passed with the two of you like that.

He eventually pulled back to face you, your faces only inches apart.

“I think… I’m falling in love with you.”

A smile that was shamefully big spread across your face. Your heart thumped in your chest a little faster, and the feeling you felt in the med bay returned. Everything seemed clearer now. Some good had finally come from being exiled, abused, and imprisoned. It felt like now there was a reason you had been sent to Earth all those years ago.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Alex.”

He hands moved from your shirt to cup your face as he kissed you. His lips were delicate and gentle, unlike any other kiss you’d shared before. You rested your hands on his chest, matching his energy. He pulled away all too soon and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you waited together for The Bride to return, ready for whatever came next

[faretheeoscar]

Victor Frankenstein has plagued my mind for the past few days, thanks to the pictures released on set I decided to reread the book after many many years of the first time I did back in middle school and man, it’s so terrible how poor Victor suffers a lot and lives under a shadow of constant sorrow and his own demons 😞

So it gave me the inspo to sketch this Victor.

I cannot wait for the adaptation Guillermo is gonna give of this story! I’m so excited cause he is one of my favourite directors and also the fact of having the representation of both of my countries there by Oscar and Guillermo feels totally unreal.

Drawings Masterlist

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Not All "Victors" are Gold, Some are Silver

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: Everyone grieves differently. Instead of grieving properly, Solomon spirals after losing you and does the unthinkable to bring you back.

AN: It's Ween time, folks! Whoop whoop! I've had this idea for awhile since I've been rereading Frankenstein (my fave), so I've been working on this for the spooky day. Idk Victor Frankenstein kinda reminded me of Solomon... So, here we are, lol. Do enjoy and have a happy Halloween! 🎃👻

Warnings: dark themes, Solomon pulls a Victor Frankenstein, lots of angst, mentions of gore, blood, nausea and vomiting, grief and loss, death, maybe slightly yandere?, ambiguous ending... I think that's it :)

“What have you gotten yourself into this time, Solomon?” his own voice reaches his ears in a strained and solemn whisper. Denial gnaws at his nerves while dread worms its way into his heart where a sense of longing had burrowed before.

It’s all so mundane and quiet, and yet, the overwhelm in his mind makes him hyperaware of everything within the walls that seem to be slowly closing in on him. Back and forth, his stirring makes the murals of neglected cobwebs in the highest corners sway from the subtle breeze. The rushed taps of his soles on hardwood fall out of time with the infernal ticking of his many clocks. He can even hear the flick of his cloak that follows in his restless agitation and the pulsating of his pumping blood as he presses his palms over his ears – growing louder and louder, it’s all too much!

His bloodshot eyes dart around to loose scattered pages, most of which are piled on top of his desk while some have long fallen to the floor. What had been his life’s work for the past five years and had once been intelligible to him was now indecipherable. Or at least he wishes it was. He moves quicker than he can comprehend towards his desk, tears welling in his eyes as he shouts in anger.

“I’m a fool! Why did I do this?!” In one fell swoop, he clears the desktop, and the rest of the pages with anatomical diagrams, alchemic symbols, and maps full of red markings fall to the floor. In another, tools of the surgical kind clang against the floorboards, making flies that had gathered to feed from the drying bloodstains jump and buzz about.

Solomon doesn’t want his research to make sense. He should’ve let it go instead of selfishly clinging to the desperation to bring back what once was. None of it feels real. It’s like he’d done all of it in his sleep only to wake up to a nightmare of his own creation.

The pitter patter of tears dropping and soaking into the wood of the desk is the only sound that accompanies the ticking now. His Adam’s apple bobs in his attempt to swallow down the burn of holding back more. Curses and names are thrown around in his head looking for someone to blame; someone that had to have noticed his decline, someone that should’ve intervened, someone that should’ve known what he was up to. Though he knows it’s a ridiculous pursuit. Solomon had hid himself away with plans only the mind of the genius – or the bothered – would entertain, refusing to confide in his closest friends of the awful state he was in. He has no one to blame but himself.

With a slow pivot, Solomon turns in the direction of where the result of his madness lies, glaring at the blurred outline of his locked closet. Even though it’s only on the opposite side of the room, the dim lighting makes the closet seem to brood miles away from him, reminding him of the millions of miles his eternity has forced him to endure and the lessons he’s learned along the way. Although this time, he’ll be walking towards his punishment for a lesson that should’ve been learned long ago.

A sigh escapes his lips as he pushes off while wiping his eyes with the back his shirt sleeve. His steps keep their normal confident cadence, but the muffled sounds from behind the door create a storm within that almost forces him to falter. A queasy, sickly feeling squeezing at his gut. He reaches into his pocket for the key as he approaches, pulling it out once he’s right in front of the door. With a hard swallow, he inserts the key, twisting slowly until he hears the “click.” Solomon, before losing what little courage he’s retained through this ordeal, grips the cold doorknob and turns it. The slight creak from the hinges is the last thing he hears before the light pours in to let him gaze upon his work.

There, kneeling on the floor with thick, clunky chains fastened around boney wrists and ankles is his greatest love and greatest loss – you.

He took every liberty in giving you a vessel that mirrored your living one. Though due to late harvesting of your already buried body, most of “your” parts had to be taken from other sources, all “ethically procured” from those who had freshly departed. Solomon figured they didn’t need their useless limbs more than he did to rebuild you. He wishes he could feel pride upon seeing you living freely and healthily, but all he can manage is despair as he takes in your rot and decay.

The scratches you gave him on the night of your reanimation hidden beneath his shirt seem to burn in the wake of seeing his blood and skin caked under your fingernails. His eyes lock onto yours that are so cloudy and pale, and lack a certain twinkle of the living. He smells the sick, rotting flesh that crawls and spiderwebs along muscles that tense under the weight of the chains. And he despairs at the visible pumping organ in your chest that doesn’t resonate with the sound he used to listen to before…

Before you left him.

It all hits Solomon too quickly and he falls to his knees, retching violently. The contents of his stomach are spilled onto the floor, and he tilts his head up between heaves to watch you merely blink in indifference to his misery. This isn’t you. He knows because you lack the humanity you would’ve shown him in a moment like this. But in bringing you back, he’s taken away that part of you – and it’s something he can’t sew on or replace. There’s a reason people warn against necromancy and the like, and this is why; you are not the same as you were.

You are a victim of his selfishness. And he is a monster.

“I’m sorry… Forgive me!” he shouts down at the floor with drool and tears joining the pile of vomit below him. He finally breaks down as the weight of his actions crushes the emotion out of him.

Solomon rolls away to lay on his back while sobbing, staring up at the ceiling as he pictures the life he’s made for himself – feeding and watering you while still in your chains to avoid your animal-like aggression, confining you to a life of captivity and darkness. He’ll have to take care of you; God knows he can’t take this life away from you now that he’s given it back, even if it isn’t you. The guilt would destroy him.

Between sniffles, he whispers out in anguish, “what am I going to do?”

[fr-ogii]

mundanities

luke castellan

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

the two of you sat on a bench somewhere near the edge of camp. you had a book open in your hands and one of your legs was across his lap. letting it rest there gently, you were content with feeling his warm skin on yours.

“are you sure you’re reading that? i don’t think i’ve seen you turn in the page in a bit.”

luke was right, you’ve been rereading the same page for the past ten minutes. it was really hard to concentrate so close to him. it was pathetic, really. just how much you struggled to be around an attractive guy.

“i’m just a slow reader.” it was a foolish lie and both of you knew it, you were one of the fastest readers at camp (mostly because so few campers even bothered trying to read a book; their dyslexia overpowering any desire they had). you tried again, “and… it’s just not a very interesting book. hard to get sucked into it, you know?”

“what’s it about?”

gods! that’s probably the worst question he could’ve asked you. you truly had no idea what book was in your hands.

“just something stupid about a fairytale or something. you wouldn't like it.”

“you sure?” he let out a soft chuckle. “maybe my dyslexia’s acting up, but i’m pretty sure the title is ‘frankenstein.’ doesn’t seem like much of a fairytale.”

accepting defeat, you closed the cover -- not even bothering to mark the page -- and pulled your leg out of his lap.

“okay fine. you caught me. now what?”

[feelbokkie]

For the entire year that I've been following your blog I have no idea how you became a STAY. So here I am asking for Allie's STAY origin story 🤲🏽

Hm, it’s not exactly a cute or happy story so if that’s what you were hoping for, sorry to disappoint.

The short story is that I became a STAY in February 2023 after a rough few months because of Lee Felix Yongbok.

The longer story…

I know I’ve mentioned this a few times so if you already know the Allie lore, you can go ahead and skip

Technically, I found out about skz in late 2022. I just say December bc it’s easier but honestly the second half of that year is a blur so I don’t know exactly when. I just remember scrolling through reels while waiting for my professors to walk in or procrastinating on my assignments.

But so much was happening between September-December with graduate school, work, and my brother being in the hospital that I quite literally didn’t have the energy to really focus on anything else so I kinda just ignored them for the most part. I can’t remember if I stopped watching reels or if I stopped getting them but I forgot about skz for a bit.

And then my brother died right before Christmas and it was bad. I was bad. I was quite literally on autopilot. I don’t even remember much of those months. I don’t know if you’ve watched or read the Twilight series but it was very much like that montage of when Bella was staring at the window when Edward was gone. Everything was grey. I didn’t talk. I didn’t eat. I only had enough energy to go to work and then go home. I was on a long winter break but if I had been in school I probably would’ve flunked out. It was the lowest I had been in a while. Even my screen time was down, I couldn’t even listen to music. I did go to a Harry Styles concert because my original show was canceled (and when that happened I thought that was the worst thing to happen for me) but I was still pretty numb. I even reread Ouran High School to feel something.

I don’t remember why but I started using my phone again and going on reels. I saw clips from Case 143, Maniac, and Christmas EveL and I liked them. But it wasn’t until I saw Felix’s mischievous ass during kingdom week when he called his mom to have hher call Changbin’s mom so could call him and win his challenge. And honestly I know that moment isn’t that funny but it was the first time I laughed in months. Like actually laughed. It caused something to switch in my brain and I went and watched the entirety of kingdom week. And then kingdom. And then I went and listened to all of their music. And I watched so many tiktoks and reels.

Honestly it kinda felt like I was Frankenstein’s monster and SKZ was the electricity to bring me (back??) to life. I went out to target and bought my first physical kpop album, Maxident (I had been listening to Got7 since 2014 but that was back when I would buy music on iTunes). I watched more videos and got to know the boys more through that and found comfort in their bond with each other and their music. I started reading fics on tumblr in an effort to seek more comfort and without even realizing it I found myself with a home in Stayville and now, almost 2 years later I’m terrorizing Stayblr with my fics

I’m still not completely fine but SKZ made things a lot more bearable and I literally would not be here without them.

I know there’s a saying that you don’t find Stray Kids, they come and find you when you need them most and for me, that’s so very true. Stray Kids made me stay in every sense of the phrase.

I know it’s a lot, I kinda got carried away 😅 sorry

[ekleiipsis]

ten people i would like to get to know better <3

i was tagged by @bluegarners @boudicca @vechter and @aalghul 🫶🫶🫶

last song: it almost worked by tv girl <- saki damianbugs bruce & jason edit…

favorite color: blackkk! or brown i think. i used to be a huge green girl before black became my fav so maybe that…

last book: the circuit by francisco jimenez <- had to read it for one of my classes in order to write my midterm. the last thing i read, however, was reading lolita in tehran by azar nafisi for the book club i’m in :}

last movie: dinner in america <- angel vivisection-gf recommended it to me and i finally got around to watching it but that was in mid october so it’s been awhile since i’ve watched anything else. i’m planning to watch the 1931 frankenstein adaptation because i love the way karloff made his eyelids heavy in his portrayal of the creature<333

last TV show: the walking dead <- i’ve watched it a dozen times but this time i’m watching it with my siblings<3 my brother stopped mid s8 and we’re finally passed that mark so i’m excited to see his reactions :3

sweet/savory/spicy:

relationship status:

last thing i searched: articles sharing recovering addicts’ stories for an english essay about motivation

current obsession: lydia from twd <- ties in to the recent twd re-watch i mentioned in one of the previous questions, kyle with a beard (beard burn…)

looking forward to: the end of the semester i am readdyyyyy get me out of here

bonus topics!!!

favorite drink:

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: the first 15 seconds of like him by tyler the creator and lola young. i adoreeee the way smith delivers her lines<33 technically no one’s singing yet but it is part of a song

current favorite character: kyle rayner which mostly has to do with the cosmic art of him i’ve been seeing lately…he should look like that always i think (it’s jtodd 4ever tho unfort)

fun activity you would like to get into: knitting and crotcheting

last video game: grand theft auto 5. sort of. began playing it for real in 2023 and stopped on one of those beginning missions where franklin, lamar, and michael (?) go to that warehouse. used to play it when i was younger but i only ever killed people and drove around, sometimes stopping at that one fair on the pier. i just rlly like trevor he’s such a terror i plan to finish it eventually just for him<3 i also played a bit of rdr2 but i was so ass at the controls that i just gave up and went back to gtav zhskka i figured i would pick rdr2 back up once i was more familiar with playing

last comic/graphic novel: uhhh i think it was a skim of red hood lost days? i go back to this comic often especially those first two issues and if i reread red hood lost days then i most definitely also read those two utrh annuals as well

tagging @hineinihineini @dustorange @hangingoffence @arostormblessed @vivisection-gf @dandeeliion and @rostii <33

[writerswhy]

When I have too much on my mind I start making lists to help me sort it all out. It also serves as a reminder as I have the attention span of a goldfish and the patience of a squirrel: 

Kaname. I think he’s a very important character, especially once you start thinking about the Seireitei, captainhood, and the nature of justice. (I’m rereading Frankenstein and I can’t stop thinking about him. Like, he’s the Seireitei’s monster, and he’s his sword’s [and Kakyō‘s soul] Frankenstein. Also Les Misérables.)

Anon asks! I’m so sorry, I will try to get to them as soon as possible.

There’s an entire section in the Poetics of Space dedicated to poems about forests and I’m thinking of Hinamori here, always: 

“Silently the birds Fly through us. O, I, who long to grow,  I look outside myself, and the tree inside me grows.  This is a tree always destined for grandeur, and, in fact, it propagates this destiny by magnifying everything that surrounds it.”

The nature of zanpaktou and its relationship with the soul, inspired by Jeff Wall’s “Photography and Liquid Intellegence”: 

“I think this is because the mechanical character of the action of opening and closing the shutter—the substratum of instantaneity which persists in all photography—is the concrete opposite kind of movement from, for example, the flow of a liquid.” 

Mmm, maybe it fits kidou more, now that I’m thinking about it.

Soul Society headcanons on time and existing and death and dying. I don’t think it’s canon and this may go against the overall theme, but I like this idea of failing to accommodate for death/spaces left by loss and what that looks like. From shoving ghosts who will reincarnate in a day with those who take decades to do so, to grieving the “wrong” way (like Orihime who thought she was mourning her brother the “right” way - by moving on - only to have that result in her brother’s hollowfication).

Vaguely related, but this GIF set of one of my favorite ships from Until Dawn sparked a little Hitsuhina interest. Like, maybe it’s best to not know everything and experience everything with a person, no matter how much you love them. I’m sure Hinamori would rather enjoy a nice meal with Hitsugaya than fight alongside him or I don’t know, train with the purpose of becoming a captain as well (which I think Hinamori would very much not like or enjoy. That’s not where her ambition lies imo).

Bleach’s orbital laser - the hogyoku! I’m really excited about this one :)

I want to rewrite this post. Maybe break it up into parts.

Aizen and Hinamori. I have a lot of thoughts on these two and they’re the reason my interest in Bleach never truly went away. I already stated that Hinamori saw in Aizen what she was looking for outside Seireitei’s framework as the wonder started fading not just as a captain but as a man, and given she quotes him from time to time post-TYBW (quotes that openly question the order of things), I think Hinamori had an inkling of Aizen’s opinion on SS.

In @sillier-things’s Becoming (one of favorite fics of all time <33), Hinamori says his title rather than his name when they’re together and I love it <33 Love the desecration of his title in the captain quarters.

Also, I don’t know why this stuck with me but it briefly came up during a convo with @graphesthesia (hey friend~) that Aizen never creates his own kidou like Hinamori. I know it’s most likely because he doesn’t need to, but I like to think it’s indicative of his modus operandi to dominate (kinda like the Seireitei). In my very delusional opinion, I see Hinamori as thesis and Aizen as antithesis. In this essay I will - 🧍‍♀️💥🚗

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

marlee/ziggy/carmilla . -> fifteen , lesbian , any pronouns , david bowies favourite bitch , rose tylers pretty girl , @lunarluvbot my platonic soulmate <3 liz, jas, dal and courf i love u sm. jack harkness’ hot girlfriend (real)

characters i relate to a lot . -> christine daae, victor frankenstein, the monster (frankenstein), justine moritz, sherlock holmes, hastie lanyon, renfield, mina harker, ricky potts, noel gruber, ponyboy curtis, lucy pevensie, peter pan, dorothy gale, jo march, beth march, angelica schuyler, roger rabbit, jackson jekyll, knives chau, sheldon cooper

i see you as you see yourself through all the books you read . -> phantom of the opera, frankenstein, dracula, carmilla, dr jekyll and mr hyde, the picture of dorian grey, sherlock holmes, the outsiders, the haunting of hill house, the outsiders, keeper of the lost cities, i have no mouth and i must scream, miss peregrines home for peculiar children, the invisible man, lord of the flies, catcher in the rye, the book thief, the secret history

🎶 -> david bowie <3, tina turner, britney spears, ayesha erotica, nirvana, the beatles, the ronettes, fleetwood mac, billy idol, frank sinatra, queen, bruno mars, lady gaga, dolly parton, ella fitzgerald, lana del rey, siouxsie, london after midnight, echo and the bunnymen, dean martin, paul anka, solya, the last dinner party, diva destruction, bauhaus, the smiths, billie piper

🎭 -> phantom of the opera, natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812, ride the cyclone, cabaret, jekyll and hyde, frankenstein: a new musical, dracula the musical, rocky horror show, mary poppins, cats, singin’ in the rain, hairspray

🎥 -> pearl, jennifer’s body, the shining, the outsiders, dracula (1931), frankenstein (1994), the wolfman, the bride of frankenstein, night of the living dead, the breakfast club, hairspray, labyrinth, a hard days night, the craft, the sandlot, the mighty ducks, lisa frankenstein, the wizard of oz, peter pan, rocky horror picture show, fried green tomatoes, the lost boys, calamity jane (1953), romeo and juliet (1968), doctor who bbc, star trek, what we do in the shadows, torchwood, good omens, yellowjackets, nosferatu, hannibal

🎮 -> the last of us, i have no mouth and i must scream, minecraft, roblox, mazm jekyll and hyde, mario kart, portals, silent hill, dead by daylight, resident evil (i’m just getting into video games leave me alone)

current hyperfixations . -> classic literature, murder mysteries, history, ballet, david bowie, the beatles, horror movies, mythology, old movies, vampires, human anatomy, psychological effects of cannibalism, the wizard of oz, harlan ellison, doctor who, miss peregrines home for peculiar children, star trek, ASTRONOMY!!

currently reading . -> the outsiders, s.e hinton (reread)

currently watching . -> doctor who season 9, hannibal season 1

[send-me-a-puffalope]

HI i was burythepast/i wrote a vanessa fic called frankenstein ages ago but i’ve been getting back into vanessa lately. i wanted to say hiii

SCREAMMMM!!! CELEBRITY IN MY ASK BOX!!!!! HELLOO!!!! OMFG!!!!! God top 10 asks that make me wanna reread all my saved Vanessa fics, dude that fic *chefs kiss*

Not to shamelessly self promote but this is my blog so,,,, I wrote a Vanessa fic too !!!! and so much goddamn Vanessa art. I’m so glad I have another person to brainrot with again, I have to get more active again on tumblr

[abby420]

i really was not worthy of reading frankenstein in high school i’m rereading it now in my 20s and it hits so hard 16 year old me never could’ve appreciated this. like. “Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it” she was not ready for that. and “Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change” like?? and don’t forget “There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”like omg

[deadmeat]

I have an assumption that you really love to read just never have the motivation finish a book

Thissss I’m really bad about finishing books. I brought a bunch of books with me that I was planning on rereading on my trip but I haven’t made the time yet. I’m also planning on reading Frankenstein for the first time . My favorite books are island of dr Moreau, clockwork orange and 1984 though

[a30somethingslookatpopculture]

Top 5 Animated Scooby Doo Movies 

Scooby-Doo On Zombie Island

What happens when the monsters are real? The Scooby-verse is flipped on its head in this one, as we discover exactly that. And what an amazing soundtrack! Seriously, “It’s Terror Time Again” is an absolute banger! 

2. Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost

Three Words…The Hex Girls! This is the debut of the all female, goth rock group we all know and love! So for that alone, it’s a MUST for me. But I also really love the story of Sarah Ravencroft and the Autumn theme. It’s a delightfully witchy good time! And let’s be real, Ben Ravencroft is totally Stephen King inspired! 

3. Scooby-Doo and the Cyber Chase

Full disclosure, this one is probably only one of my most favorites because of nostalgia. It is the Scooby film that my family and I watched religiously. I recall when it was coming out, and how excited we were .Scooby was (is) kind of a big deal in my family. This one is a fun, cyber filled adventure where the gang has to progress through a computer game in order to defeat a phantom virus. It’s complete with cool Scooby Gang cyber versions, and an eventual face-to-face. 

4. Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School / Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf

I put both of these together because I love them both for the same reason…their inclusion of the classic movie monsters! The Wolfman, Dracula, The Mummy, The Frankenstein’s Monster, etc. Or in the case of Ghoul School ,their daughters (with small appearances from them). I’m Dracula obsessed, and to see the character in the Scooby Doo franchise makes me so happy! Ghoul School has its moments. Any time it focuses on the ghouls, it’s fantastic. I just think it has a pretty wonky, all over the place plot. As for the Reluctant Werewolf, I love the Wacky Racers-esque story. And shaggy himself becomes a werewolf! How cool is that! 

5. Scooby-Doo and the Alien Invaders

Shaggy and Scooby get abducted by aliens! And they both fall in love with a hippy girl and her golden retriever (who turn out to be the aliens). It’s just really fun to see how this all plays out, and how those two handle it. As well as how Velma, the brains of the group, copes with the idea of alien life existing. 

(I moved one of these around as I was typing this, because I realized as I reread it that maybe I liked some others just a bit more. Either way, these are still my most favs from my childhood!)