#incest in horror my beloved

[ihatedean]

it's so small but there's something so interesting to me about the fact that when dean makes eileen's "pro list" with sam he says "she gets it. she gets us" instead of... you know, the much more normal and sane alternative when talking about your brother's potential partner, "she gets you."

it speaks volumes I think because there are so many examples of their attempts at a committed relationship failing specifically because [she] (insert whatever name you want here) did not get them. like, as a unit. [she] understood sam or understood dean and could maybe have given them something they wanted; you think you love someone, and yeah, there's baggage, he's been through some shit he doesn't want to talk about, but sometimes that's relationships, right? but if you had to pinpoint a moment in the relationship when things got bad, it would literally be the second the brother shows up. that's when you realize this man can't even imagine being anything but a half of something else. you love a person that is incapable of seeing himself as such. you loved a coping mechanism.

i don't think dean believes sam ever needed his seal of approval to be with eileen, not consciously at least, but the highlight of these late seasons is witnessing the aftermath of these two accepting that they cannot breathe if they don't know where the other one is. even worse, how natural they make it seem. of course i killed myself to bring you back. water is wet, dude, keep up. and just like dean said, eileen just... gets that. definitely because she met them at a very different point in their lives in comparison to, say, lisa or amelia. they have a security that only comes with seeing with your own eyes as your brother literally kills death for you. eillen knows that if she wants sam, he'll always carry dean with him. she might not fully understand how deep it goes or how bad it can get because she never witnessed it, all she knows is that brother trumps over girlfriend, she's not fighting it.

compared to sam who barely opens up to his partners and i assume only scratched the surface of The Thing with his brother, dean personally had his ex calling him out on his weird relationship with sam. like, lisa borderline insults them lol and though i don't think lisa's words made him insecure about it, it's not surprising he'd be more aware of eileen's reaction to it. "i tried the family thing" essentially means "i let someone see it."

if eileen stays there she'll be dating the two of them, just... in a not-fun, very unsexy way. and no one in that bunker stops for a second to think how deeply disturbing that is.

anyways i wrote this three days ago and thought maybe my brain made up the "she gets us" part, so i looked up the clip to make sure i'm not crazy and found this in the comments. thank you sinasina4170 on youtube two years ago. you said it a lot better in a lot less words.

[dizzybevvie]

the way cj the x talks has me sitting on the floor cross legged and listening like its the most important thing ever. nothing has ever kept my attention span like this

[toothpuulp]

the films hanna shows me

[persephonethewanderer]

give us gothic literature recs!!!!

here you go anon!

FICTION:

wuthering heights, emily brontë

jane eyre, charlotte brontë

the bloody chamber, angela carter

mathilda, mary shelley

we have always lived in the castle, shirley jackson

the yellow wallpaper, charlotte perkins gilman

rebecca, daphne du maurier

carmilla, sheridan le fanu

dracula, bram stoker

frankenstein, mary shelley

the mill on the floss, george eliot

the orphan's tale, catherynne m. valente

the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson

my cousin rachel, daphne du maurier

the double, fyodor dostoyevsky

the grey woman, elizabeth gaskell

beloved, toni morrison

the fall of the house of usher, edgar allan poe

wise blood, flannery o'connor

white is for witching, helen oyeyemi

wide sargasso sea, jean rhys

our wives under the sea, julia armfield

valerie and her week of wonders, vítězslav nezval

salome, oscar wilde

deathless, catherynne m. valente

piranesi, susanne clarke

picnic at hanging rock, joan lindsay

NON FICTION:

decadent daughters and monstrous mothers: angela carter and european gothic, rebecca munford

the contested castle: gothic novels and the subversion of domestic ideology, kate ferguson ellis

gothic incest: gender, sexuality and transgression, jenny diplacidi

our vampires, ourselves, nina auerbach

the madwoman in the attic, sandra gilbert and susan gubar

a new companion to the gothic, david punter

daughters of the house: modes of the gothic in victorian fiction, alison milbank

women and the gothic, avril horner and sue zlosnik

fairy tale & gothic horror, laura hubner

female gothic histories, diana wallace

women and domestic space in contemporary gothic narratives, andrew hock soon ng

gothic and gender, donna heiland

perils of the night: a feminist study of 19th century gothic, eugenia c. delamotte

the female gothic: new directions, diana wallace and andrew smith

[yandere-writer-momo]

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Saccharine Kisses (Matsumoto Kozue)

My Beloved Best Friend (Hector Doyle)

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Haunted (Retsu) 🌶️

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The Dragon’s Bride (Prelude) (Hanayama)

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The Corpse Husband (Katsumi)

Harpy Hanayama

Moth Man Pickle

Merman Pickle

Merman Pickle (Part 2)

Merman Baki

How Deep is Your Love (Jun and Katsumi)

Merman Hanayama

Werewolf Jack

Lamb to the Slaughter (Jack)

Lost and Found (Part 1) (Jun and Oliva)

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Down the Rabbit Hole (Harem)

Tea Party (Retsu)

The Red Knight (Hanayama)

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Day 18: Izou Motobe 🌶️

Day 19: Pickle & Jack 🌶️🌶️

Day 20: Jun Guevara

[autolenaphilia]

Some thoughts on The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

I found out about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley from an ”antiship” blog that I was on solely to block, because these people are always violent callout culture transmisogynists. Them getting very upset about this game having incest in it piqued my interest. The art looked interesting, and if these people hate it, it can’t be all bad.

(Case in point about the transmisogyny, from my understanding some people tried to dox the pseudonymous and secretive developer of this game, Nemlei. And the motivation was to prove the doxxer’s suspicion that Nemlei is a trans woman, because “only a trans woman could create such degeneracy.”)

Sure enough, TCOAAL is actually a nuanced and well-written psychological dark comedy /horror game. This is going to be more of a preliminary analysis than a review so full spoilers beyond this point. It’s by necessity preliminary since the game isn’t finished yet. My review is: go buy it if you are a fellow sicko who enjoys interesting stories about cannibalism and incest and like visual novels.

TCOAAL uses a trick from more transgressive forms of horror fiction, where the protagonists are not the heroes, but the villains, and the story is from their perspective. Andrew and Ashley Graves are murderers who kill people, sacrifice their souls to demons and cannibalize their bodies. They would be the villains of a more conventional horror story, their crimes investigated and thwarted by some heroic detective perhaps. But in this type of story, you are denied the comfort of heroes, or even innocent victims as you watch the protagonists twisted psychology lead them to commit terrible deeds.

The tone of the story mostly isn’t really horror, but very dark comedy, kinda Jhonen Vasquez-ish. The horrors are portrayed with a gleeful flippant tone, and cute appealing art. The tone mirrors how especially Ashley feels about her crimes. The game’s tone gets serious sometimes, going for straight horror occasionally, acknowledging how heartbreaking yet insane the Graves situation is, but there is a deep vein of the blackest humor.

Andrew and Ashley

Andy and Leyley themselves have this co-dependent toxic abusive sibling dynamic. Ashley is emotionally abusive, extremely possessive and manipulative towards Andrew. But her beloved Andy is the only person she actually cares about, and the rest she is able to kill with gleeful abandon in her heart.

Yet Andrew is not purely a victim. I’m going to talk at length about him, because the gap between how he describes himself and what the game shows is fascinating. I’m not the first to point this out. And it even extends to the game’s promotional material, like this official art on the game’s steam page is actually subverted by the game itself.

His character is not "doormat extraordinaire" who just "exists", the words "very not good, in fact very bad" apply to him too.

He is a victim, and loves to point at times how exploited, manipulated and abused he is by Ashley and he’s of course right. But he also uses that as an excuse for the horrific violence he commits, that he is just a doormat has been manipulated and corrupted by Ashley. “I was just being manipulated by Ashley to do it” is his variation on the old Nuremberg defense for his crimes. He has no sense of personal responsibility, no understanding that even if someone else tells you to do it, you are still responsible for your actions.

And the game itself proves that “it’s all Ashley” is not really true. A lot of the violence and murder are definitely on Andrew’s own initiative. He is violent towards Ashley too, the abuse is reciprocal. And he like Ashley doesn’t care much about other people. He gets distraught about killing people, but if you follow his dialogue, he is mostly freaked out about the consequences for himself. He is dependent on Ashley as someone who he can lay all the responsibility and blame for his own actions for. And of course, there is genuine affection there, because things are complex. He was parentified to take care of Ashley as a child and still has the drive to be her caretaker and protector.

It’s a fascinating pair of characters, and an interesting dynamic to observe.

“Der Mensch lebt nur von Missetat allein”

And the game’s writing is smart enough to have them not be an individualized evil, that came out of nowhere. Andrew and Ashley are the products of a neglectful and cold parents. Their mother made Andrew the favorite, but basically in order to parentize him to take care of his younger sister. And their dad can’t even remember the names of his kids. Not that the cycle of abuse starts with the parents, the mother had Andrew and Ashley when she was 15 and 17 respectively. But that doesn’t excuse how they ultimately, sell their kids’s lives for money to an organ harvesting scheme. This scheme is strongly implied to be part of an hilariously over-the-top soda company, toxisoda (it’s implied their soda is literally made from humans, so the company is doing the same thing that Ashley and Andy does, but on an industrial scale).

This is the situation that pushes Andy and Ashley to become evil murder-cannibals horror movie villains they become. They are deliberately being starved to death, and decide human meat is preferable to that. And the point here is obvious. To quote Brecht, “Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral” or in english translation “Food is the first thing. Morals follow on.” Andy and Ashley are bad people who kill and eat other people, but they are the product of an evil society. A family system where children are property of their parents to be abused and sold. And ultimately a capitalist system which kills people to feed others, a societal and systematic version of what Andew’s and Ashley does. They literally become cannibals to escape becoming literally or essentially cannibalized themselves by the capitalist system. Capitalism is a system which works on prey and predator dynamics, and they just fought to became predator instead of prey. To further quote the same song by Brecht, in capitalism, “Der Mensch lebt nur von Missetat allein” or in english “mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.” And in that broader view, Andrew and Ashley’s small-scale evil is dwarfed by the system they are born into.

Incest

It’s with all this context the game’s treatment of incest must be understood. It’s a horror game, about two siblings with a fucked-up abusive relationship. Of course there is incest, it’s far from being the worst thing these two do. The game only gets more explicit about incest in one optional ending, but it’s there explicitly and subtextually from the very start. Ashley jokes about it repeatedly, it’s there in the possessive jealousy Ashley feels for any of Andrew’s girlfriends, it’s implied in the casual physical intimacy of the siblings. Like it’s very obvious that their fucked-up but close relationship can lead there right from the beginning of episode 1. It’s a very natural conclusion to their dynamic. And the characters know it, Ashley definitely knows it, and their own mother accuses them of it. Andrew denies his mother’s accusation of fucking Ashley, and he’s probably not lying at that moment, but his relationship with Ashley leading there make perfect sense and he is not just capable of admitting that. Anyone who claims to have played this game and then claims be shocked that there is an optional incestous ending can’t have been paying much attention. This is the incest cannibalism game.

The Graves siblings are heading towards committing more murder as long as they stay alive, and incest is a minor sin for them. And probably not even the unhealthiest way for their relationship to develop. It definitely won’t fix them, but I doubt it will make things much worse.

And condemning the game morally is just absurd. This is a horror game, and you are outraged about the incest and not the murder-cannibalism? The Graves siblings relationship is not portrayed as healthy and the incest is part of that.

In fact the game portrays this double-standard in the actual story. It’s the possibility of her kids committing incest that finally makes Mamma Graves admit she is “the worst mother ever”, and not the whole selling the lives of her kids for money thing.

Sure, there is a fair argument to make that the incest is romanticized and fetishized. Ashley and Andrew are certainly drawn as attractive, and even the abusive elements can be part of the fetish. But the thing is, Ashley and Andrew are not real people, it’s fiction, it’s not real incest, so if people get off to it, I have no reason to see it as a problem.

The antiship blogger was actually especially angery about this official art from a devlog and honestly after playing the game, it kinda sums up my feelings about the incest controversy:

[pagannatural]

2.09 Croatoan

-my beloved

-The brothers go to Oregon because Sam has a vision of Dean shooting someone who pleads for his life.

-Sam thinks Dean is violent and out of control because of his grief but he’s actually violent and out of control because he’s losing his mind over Sam.

-Sam looks very Scared Little Brother when they realize the town has no phone signal. He stands really close to Dean. Sam is right. I forgot how scary this episode is.

-Sam hesitates to kill the son who had the mom tied up, and Dean berates him. Dean calls the son a “monster” and Sam says “it was a kid.” Dean likes a clean line between monster and human.

-Sam is always the one who comforts the victims and tells people everything will be okay, another way in which his role in the relationship is traditionally feminine. He’s the one women find non-threatening. (And he’s too distracted by Dean to be attracted to them).

-When the mom, Beverly, says “one minute they were my husband and my son and the next they had the devil in them” the camera cuts to Sam and Dean. This line could be Dean describing a blood-drinking Sam: one minute he was my husband and my son and the next he had the devil in him.

-One of the armed men blocking the road out of town asks Dean to get out of the car to “talk a little,” and Dean says “you are a handsome devil but I don’t swing that way, sorry.” It’s easy to forget that in the early 2000s, this kind of throwaway joke on network tv didn’t usually hint at a character’s hidden sexuality, it was just a vaguely biphobic little joke. But I do think there’s a reason it’s here.

The Croatoan virus is a demonic virus spread from blood infection that’s not visible just by looking at someone. So we have a little AIDS parallel. It’s also a similar concept to Sam’s demon blood. His blood represents choice and sin and the human mixed with the monstrous. Blood is also associated with family.

Incest and queerness are taboos that have often been conflated in fiction (and in history), and both have been strongly associated with monstrosity—think predatory sexuality, birth defects, infertility, rejection of the natural order. A desire that’s dangerous and wrong and destructive, that must stay hidden and can only survive in the shadows. The homoerotic incestuous monster hunters are the perfect storm of gothic queer horror.

Whether or not either brother is queer doesn’t affect the plot, and isn’t the point. I can see Dean grappling with being in love with Sam without questioning his sexuality at all. Sam is a category unto himself to Dean, and Sam doesn’t appear bothered about his sexuality aside from his feelings about Dean. But the confluence of these taboos—incest and queerness—with blood is central to the plot of the show and the question of what evil is. Really their love for each other and their shared blood is what saves them, keeps them human.

-Another of my absolute favorite underrated wincest moments is when Beverly is begging for her life from the utility room and Dean asks Sam “are you sure she’s one of them?” Sam barely nods and it’s enough for Dean to shoot her three times point blank. He doesn’t need any more information, just for Sam to nod slightly.

-Sam suggests that they need to leave to warn others of the virus and Dean tells him he has a good point. They respect each other’s input and work together well.

-Duane shows up and the situation becomes very tense. Sam is standing with his whole body facing Dean. In moments of extreme stress, Sam often seeks Dean’s protection rather than focusing on the threat.

-Dean has a gun on Duane with some urgency but Sam says “I gotta talk to you—now” and Dean leaves the room with him immediately.

Sam argues that they should wait and not kill Duane in case he isn’t infected. Dean says “what’s that buy us?”

“A clear conscience, for one.”

“Well it’s too late for that.” Is Dean talking about his guilt over John’s death? Or is this more about his general self hatred around never being enough to be everything for everyone, to give Sam everything that he needs and be the perfect son and soldier and brother and father and mother?

Sam tells him “you don’t act like yourself anymore, Dean. You’re acting like one of those things out there.” Dean does feel lost. He needs Sam to save him so that he can save Sam.

-Sam is so devoted to Dean this season. He spent season 1 gradually giving into his complete trust and commitment to Dean and now he’s been losing him or at risk of losing him in different ways all season. He fights tooth and nail for Dean every step of the way to get him to listen, to talk, to come back to him.

-Dean pushes Sam out of the way and locks him out, aiming to kill Duane. He says “it’s not him, not any more” and “I’ve got no choice.” But then Dean decides not to shoot him.

-When the doctor asks if it’s alright to untie Duane, Dean and Sam seem to have a wordless conversation in which Dean defers to Sam’s judgement, and Sam tells the doctor it’s okay to untie him.

-Sam is Dean’s morality. Dean is submitting to Sam, needing him to help him make the right choice. By doing this he’s also believing in Sam’s ability to stay good.

-Sam says about Dean not killing Duane “you know I’m gonna ask you why.”

Dean replies “yeah I know,” not looking up, focusing on keeping his hands busy making Molotov cocktails.

“So why? Why didn’t you do it?”

Dean looks at Sam with his chin tucked, like it’s hard to meet his eyes. He doesn’t answer. He clears his throat and says “we need more alcohol,” basically asking Sam to leave for a moment so that he can pull it together. He gazes after Sam with this raw, shamed look.

It’s the first of two parallels in this episode to their conversation in 1.19 where Sam says his reticence to date is mostly not about Jessica, and Dean asks “then what is it about?” and Sam just looks at him, implying heavily that it’s about Dean.

The question Dean was asking Sam there was essentially, Why can’t you love anyone else?

The first question Sam asks Dean is why he didn’t kill someone, but it’s also why Dean wants to do the right thing and not lose himself, and the answer is because of Sam.

-After Sam is attacked, he reaches for Dean’s hand to help him up off the floor and then just leaves his hand outstretched after Sarge holds Dean back and tells him Sam is infected. It’s like his muscle memory of reach-out-hand, Dean-pulls-me-up hasn’t caught on.

-The whole time Dean argues with the others about Sam, Sam only looks at the floor or at Dean. He’s not watching the conversation, he’s watching Dean because he’s scared and he looks to Dean when he’s scared.

-Dean says “no one’s shooting my brother”

He’s so protective. He was about to kill someone who might be infected just in case, but when it’s Sam he would simply rather die in a murder suicide and that’s that on that.

-Sam asks for the gun so that he can shoot himself, saying “I’m not gonna become one of those things.” This episode is pure foreshadowing for the end of s5. Sam refuses to become a monster, Dean chooses to stand by him and die rather than kill him. Because of their faith in each other, because they waited, things work out.

-Dean hands over the keys to the impala. He’s not fucking around. He tells the doctor “oh actually we’re not really marshals.” He’s in a truth telling mood, fuck it.

-Sam asks Dean to leave him and keep living, looking at him with incredulity and gratitude and love and fear.

Dean leaving him alone to die or become a monster would fulfill Sam’s deepest fear—left behind, not belonging, because something is wrong with him. But he still asks Dean to go, he throws a fit, he tells him “this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” It reminds me of that scene from Titanic, Jack telling Rose “you’re so stupid” for staying with him instead of saving herself.

He says “it’s over for me, it doesn’t have to be for you.”

“No?”

“No. You can keep going.”

“Who says I want to?”

This scene is so dramatic and romantic. Close shots of their faces, Sam looking up at Dean with his eyes full of tears, begging him. Dean tells Sam he doesn’t want to go on without him.

Sam asks, what?

For a moment it almost looks like he’s taking this as the confession that it is, before Dean puts some distance between them and leans against the wall. This is the second scene is this episode to parallel their conversation in 1.19, this time even more closely.

Sam thinks Dean doesn’t want to go on because their dad died, but Dean says “you’re wrong. It’s not about dad. I mean part of it is, sure, but-“

Sam interrupts to ask “then what is it about?” and Dean gives him this look,

this look of love and tenderness, like he’s willing Sam to understand.

This time Sam’s question is Why don’t you want to live? And the answer is that Dean doesn’t want to live without Sam.

I love how this scene makes clear that Sam’s romantic partners compare directly to Dean. It confirms what Sam was thinking about in 1.19, because for these scenes to rhyme they must have been thinking about each other.

-The brothers share a romantic beer at the lake. Sam asks Dean what he was talking about last night in a way that honest-to-god sounds like he’s referring to pillow talk. Dean doesn’t want to tell so Sam keeps pushing, but their tones are teasing and light. They really sound like they’re flirting. Dean suggests that they go to the Grand Canyon.

Sam keeps questioning him, gentle but insistent, as Dean talks about taking a break.

-Where is our Grand Canyon episode?

-Sam looks so scared when Dean says John told him something about Sam before he died. I wonder what’s running through his head. There’s this feeling that people with Sam’s negative core belief often get, which is a fear that something is deeply wrong or rotten in them and that eventually other people will find out. He’s probably thinking that’s finally happened.

[flowerandblood]

Wicked prayers, sweet penances (4)

[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, domination, religious guilt, incest]

[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond thought he was now living in a Biblical paradise. He and she were like Adam and Eve, eating the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil every day. They both knew that as sinners they would be banished to the earth and cursed, but now, for a while longer, they could savor each other.

He had never been so happy, calm and fulfilled in his life. After their first time, he didn't dare touch her again that night, not wanting to hurt her. They decided, however, that they wanted to sleep naked, and feel the warmth of their bodies next to each other during sleep.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his nose in her hair, inhaling her wonderful, beloved scent. He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

From then on, they made love to each other every night. He had the impression that they were insatiable in this regard and couldn't tear themselves away from each other. They knew that separation awaited them at the end of the road, and they longed to touch and caress each other constantly.

Aemond tried to memorize every inch of her body. Her beautiful, slender arms and long neck, which he always kissed in the morning, immediately after waking up. Her gentle hands that touched him with such tenderness, such devotion. Her long, beautiful hair, which he stroked softly as he cradled her against his chest, after another of their orgasms.

Her full, firm buttocks, which he kissed with reverence when she was still sleeping in bed and he was preparing to leave. Her long, shapely legs, which he stroked as she sat next to him on the couch, reading a book with him. Her soft, sweet breasts that he sucked and caressed with his tongue every night.

Her full, glossy lips that he kissed constantly, even when they were cleaning, preparing dinner, or talking as they lay down. Her big, beautiful, bright eyes that looked at him with a hot, tender feeling that he reciprocated with all of himself.

He realized with horror, alone in the parish office, looking through the papers, that if he could, he would keep her with him forever, as he did now. It seemed to him that they now lived beyond the limits of God's sight and that punishment would never reach them. Deep down, he knew that wasn't true and that he was putting her in danger.

Every afternoon he got around to telling her that they had to end this, that she should go home, erase his number, and try to forget him. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of the parsonage, saw her in the living room, spreading the plates, telling him what she had read or what she had watched, he melted.

He would then approach her, grab her by the nape and pull her brutally to him, kissing her hungrily, interrupting her mid-sentence. Heedless of her moaning about the food getting cold, he would pick her up by the buttocks and take her upstairs. Then he made love to her tenderly, slowly, kissing her whole face with reverence as he experienced fulfillment with her.

He finally thought he couldn't hold back any longer. Over the years, he'd done everything he could to hide himself, not to think about her, but as soon as he saw her, it turned out that any efforts were pointless. He was completely, undyingly in love with her.

He sat early in the morning in the confessional, thinking of her, sitting with his eye closed, the multi-colored sunlight falling on him through the stained-glass windows. It was one of the days when the faithful could come to confession, but practically no one ever showed up. The village was small, a large number of people came on Sunday before the holy mass.

He opened his eye when he heard the creaking sound of a wooden door opening. He heard footsteps towards the confessional and shifted in his seat, mentally preparing himself.

He was surprised to hear that instead of going inside and sitting on the kneeler on the other side, someone knocked on his door. He opened it, frowning, and was shocked to find his niece standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered in horror, staring at her with a beating heart. For some reason, he had the feeling that if anyone saw him looking at her, everything would come out.

She was wearing a black dress with daisies and sneakers. Her front strands of hair were tied back. She looked pretty, girly and fresh as always. She smiled slightly at him, picking up the bundle she had in her bag.

"You said you'd have to stay at the parish office longer today, but you left the salad I made for you on the table." She said, placing the package at his feet.

"I thought I'd take a walk around here. I wanted to see those beautiful stained glass windows you told me about." She spoke lightly and softly.

Aemond pursed his lips and sighed. The momentary pandemonium gave way to admiration at how beautiful she looked in the light falling from the church windows. He thought, that everyone had a right to come to church, and as long as no one saw her enter the vicarage, no one should suspect anything.

He leaned back comfortably against the wooden wall behind him, stroking his chin unhurriedly, watching her movements. She walked up the aisle, looking around, glancing at the representations of saints in beautiful multicolored glass.

The altar itself was small but very nice, mostly wooden, with wonderful carved ornaments. In the very center of it hung a large Baroque painting depicting the Mother of God with the Child. Her footsteps echoed through the church.

She finally turned back, slowly making her way towards him and the exit. She looked at him with a smile, and he felt his cock involuntarily throbbing in his pants. He smirked, the sight of her always made him hot. She walked over to him and held out her hand, which he took and kissed reverently.

"Do you want me to keep you company?" She asked with a smile, looking at him from under her long black eyelashes. "You said that at this time practically no one comes and you sit alone for many hours."

Aemond stared at her intently, stroking her hand gently with his thumb. He felt that he was already completely hard, because of what she had just told him. He wondered if she knew what it sounded like and if she did it on purpose. He tapped his tongue against the side of his cheek, looking at her defiantly.

"How would you want to keep me company, child?" He asked calmly and low, his gaze completely dark. He saw her blush and purse her lips, lowering her gaze. She always did that when she wanted him to take her to bed. She looked so innocent compared to what happened to her afterward, as she lay beneath him, moaning loudly.

"Any way you want it, Father." She whispered softly, looking up at him, ashamed of what she had called him. The sound of this word in his ears made him pull her to him suddenly, so that she fell to his lap, gasping for air. He closed the door behind him with a loud slam, looking at her expectantly.

"So?" He asked casually, looking at her with his head raised. He knew she could feel how hard he was underneath her. He heard her swallow loudly.

"T-tell me what to do, Father." She said softly, they were close together in a very tight space, his scent making her head spin. Aemond smiled dangerously, thinking incredulously that the situation had turned him on ridiculously.

"Lower your dress." He said low. His niece shivered all over, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly. Obediently, she grabbed the straps of her dress and let them down slightly.

"Lower." He said menacingly, squeezing her buttock tightly in his hand. She inhaled deeply, all red, and pulled her straps all the way down so that she was sitting bare-chested in front of him. He looked in adoration at her beautiful, small breasts and pink nipples, sticking out with desire.

"You came to church without a bra underneath? Do you think that's the proper attire for the house of God?" He grunted, taking her breast into his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple.

She moaned softly, trying to muffle any sounds, pressing his face tightly to her chest, entwining her fingers in his blond hair. He slapped her hard on the butt when he didn't hear a response.

"Answer me, child." He hissed, looking at her darkly. His niece swallowed loudly, rubbing involuntarily against the bulge under his cassock.

"N-no, I'm sorry." She mumbled, apparently turned on herself by what was happening to the limit, a drop of sweat gently trickling down her neck. Aemond grunted in satisfaction and licked it off. He slowly undid the buttons of his cassock where his pants had been, and began to undo them.

"I have a suitable penance for you, child." He said, releasing his swollen, throbbing, thick cock from his pants, looking at her expectantly. His free hand slid down her thigh and pushed the fabric of her panties aside.

She rose obediently, trembling all over, impaling herself on him, falling lightly on him and rising again, panting softly, not putting it all the way in.

"Is that what you want, Father?" She asked in a shaky voice as she felt his breathing get louder. He tilted his head back, his eye squeezed shut in pleasure, his lips slightly parted. "Will you give me absolution?"

Aemond pursed his lips, staring at her with eye dark with lust.

"Maybe. It depends on how much repentance you will show." He murmured.

"I regret my sin, Father." She whispered, sinking down on his cock until the very end, both of them gasping loudly at the wonderful sensation. His cock throbbed greedily inside her.

"I regret it very, very much" She moaned softly, riding his cock with each word she spoke and rising up and down, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Their wet bodies slapped against each other, causing them both to gasp in pleasure.

They both shuddered when they heard the door to the church open. They looked at each other in horror.

"Fuck!" He whispered through clenched teeth, as his niece climbed off him quickly with a loud, wet sound. His cock throbbed all over. He was literally one step away from orgasm.

He ran a hand over his face, as he saw her slide off his lap and kneel in front of him, hiding, so that she couldn't be seen through the bars on the side. They both looked at each other terrified. They couldn't do anything, they heard soft footsteps towards the confessional and someone opened the door on the other side.

Aemond shook his head, burying his face in his hand, disbelieving what was happening. He covered his penis with the material of his cassock, clamping his mouth shut. Someone knelt on the other side, the wood bent under his weight with a loud creak.

"Praised be Lord Jesus Christ." They heard the gentle voice of an elderly woman.

"Now and forever." He answered quietly, his voice trembling slightly. He kept his hand on his face, trying to hide from the woman what was happening to him. He glanced down as he felt his niece lay her head on his lap, looking up at him. He stroked her face gently with his free hand.

"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. My last confession was one week ago. I have offended God with following sins: I forgot to do the chaplet of divine mercy three times. I cursed twice, I also shouted at my husband." She spoke with a trembling voice, apparently very frightened by the meaning of her sins, fearing for her salvation.

Aemond couldn't keep his mouth from curling into a smile. He thought that such sins were nothing compared to his own. He shivered as he felt his niece start to rise and fall slightly.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, half listening to what the woman was saying to him. His mouth parted in shock when he saw her hand between her thighs.

Her cheek was pressed against his thigh, her mouth was pressed together, and there was a barely audible, wet sound of rubbing against something from below. He felt his cock pound hard again. He parted his lips and revealed his swollen, throbbing cock to her again.

She gave him a hazy look. Her mouth parted as she realized what he wanted. She licked his cock lightly with her tongue, and he tilted his head back, squeezing his eye shut.

"…I can't get my granddaughter to pray with me every day either. I'm afraid for her soul, my daughter is not bringing her up properly…" She spoke, completely lost in her thoughts, not paying too much attention to him.

Aemond covered his face with his hand again, as he felt her slide his cock into her mouth, caressing him gently, unhurriedly, her tongue teasing his tip.

His hand went to her hair, forcing her to shove his dick down her throat. He felt her hand tighten on his thigh and let out a muffled breath, but no sound came out her. She sucked his cock with devotion, the part she couldn't fit she massaged with her hand, the other caressed herself between her thighs.

He stared at the sight with his mouth parted, feeling that his heart was pounding like crazy. He was about to come.

He thought, that what they were doing was wonderful, terrifying, disgusting and beautiful at the same time. Her mouth sped up, tightening on him, sucking on him and licking his cock alternately, massaging him quickly with a soft, wet sound.

He threw his head back, pressing his lips together, holding her hair tightly as he felt his cum gush straight down her throat. She shuddered and sucked in a breath, swallowed silently everything he poured into her, but made no sound. She was falling quickly onto her fingers, apparently having an orgasm herself. He looked at her with a mixture of pride, admiration, and love.

"I firmly resolve, with the help of Your grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen." He heard at last. He swallowed hard, breathing unevenly.

"As penance, you will pray the rosary three times." It was all he could get out. He lifted his hand from her hair to the bars, making the sign of the cross.

"I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." He spoke low, his voice trembling slightly.

"Amen." Said the woman.

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good." He said solemnly.

"His mercy endures for ever."

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Belated happy halloween! Submitting a request for more of your thoughts about the difference between Dark Romanticism and Gothic literature in Frankenstein? I am an amateur researcher who loves Mary Shelley while at the same time I'm not so keen on the monstermash side of gothic lit, is why I'm curious.

Oh DUDE get ready for a wall of text.

Mary Shelly's Frankenstien is one of the pieces that is often lumped in with the Gothic movement and the Romantisism movement. What most people do not know is that the Gothic and Romantisism movements had a baby named Dark Romantisism. (A topic I took upon myself to learn as much as possible about.) It began in the 18th century and carried on into the mid to late 19th century BUT like the Gothic movement it persists in many works today (like batman).

Many people credit Poe's contributions to the Dark Romantisism genre while entirely ignoring Shelley's MASSIVE influence on the genre! Even in academic settings.

Before we truly begin defining the genre crossing nonsense of Frankenstein we need to define the differences between Gothic and Dark Romantisism. The main tenants of Gothic Literature of the time (with some exceptions I'm sure) were as follows:

1) The setting, the main necessity for a Gothic setting is the mood. Giant cathedrals with complex labyrinths that could devour one whole. Castles dusty and filled with the ghosts of the past. Or in southern Gothic a much later addition to the genre, old rotting plantations filled with old men holding onto their wealth through unsavory means.

2) Horror, terror, and the sublime. I am sure you know the difference between horror and terror and understand how that factors in, but I will define the sublime. In this case we will define the sublime as that feeling when you see something beautiful and impossible. Something to big to quite put into words.

3) Transgressive subject matter, critiquing the church, critiquing men. Incest, SA, gore!

The Romantisism movement and the Gothic movement critiqued each other. Romantisism is full of fairytales and isn't real art, Gothic is too macabre, you get the picture.

But when they finally mixed as they were always going to, you get my beloved, Dark Romantisism which tenants are:

1) Themes of the beauty of nature, science going to far, and the beauty of the horror of the human mind. (Sublime psychology if you will.)

2) Mood, screw realism. The weather and environment match how the charecter feels. The symbolism is intense. It's full of mystery and gloom and beautiful nature scenes. And the horrible things humans do to each other! And how it goes wrong.

3) Torture, most every Dark Romantisism story is filled with it, whether emotional or physical. See the Rappanicis Daughter or The Birthmark as examples.

SO there was alot of overlap! And Shelley's work was often both. Frankenstien, I believe, is more Dark Romantisism then Gothic. There are the themes that are more wholly Dark Romantisism. There is some incest but both parties seem uninterested in pursuing it without the pressure of their parents. (Also Mary Shelley I believe was good friends with Lord Byron and Mr. Frankenstein is nothing if not a Byronic "hero". Byron had quite the history with incest.) But the true horror comes from the inner working of Mr. Frankenstein's mind, his obsession that he calls a "sickness" to my favorite framing device Robert Walton (in either the 1816 or 1830 version I cannot remember which.)

The setting is far from constraining to Mr. Frankenstien, he travels the world. He is always outside, in nature, with the environment being effected by his mood. It's all mountain tops and college dorms and dank cramped interiors of ships.

ALSO ALSO ALSO

Dark Romantisism has some heavy scifi elements as it developed as a genre, AND MARY SHELLEY INVENTED SCI FI WITH FRANKENSTEIN. Her work pulled Dark Romantisism down the path it went down practically single handedly!!! It was a defining work of the genre! A genre that echos through works today- The Hunger Games, The Matrix, and Batman!

But, Frankenstein is always solely labeled as Gothic, which it was technically, but it was also Dark Romantisism.

[corvidmellow]

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[solitarelee]

@birdinpajamas re: the paper about edgar allan poe's accidental queering of women, I'll totally send you the whole paper if you want but the tl;dr is that it's a continuation/response to a great paper "Resisting Reproduction in Edgar Allan Poe’s Family Fictions" by Paul Christian Jones (not sure if it's available for free but I have a copy), which talks about the queering of the male protagonists of "Morella," "Ligeia," and "The Fall of the House of Usher" (the final of which is one of my fav Poe works btw), based on their refusal to reproduce.

I thought it was a great paper but was like "okay but what does all this say about the WOMEN" and apparently my professors weren't lying about the "they say, I say" method of paper writing cuz it got published lmao? Anyway

In it I, like Jones, push the definition of queer into the kinds of spaces explored by Lee Edelman in his book No Future: Queer Theory and the Death Drive, GREAT read if ur into queer theory btw HIGHLY recommend it, by conflating queerness with a lack of or perceived lack of willingness to participate in traditional reproduction. (Great book if you're wondering [part of] why aces aren't beloved by the Christian church or het culture in general.)

Once I've done that, I outline how that understanding of "queer," which is an important one, is shown in the three (arguably four) female mains of those stories, and that those very queer traits are what makes them horror to Poe.

For Morella, it was her seemingly asexual reproduction, producing not a product of herself and her husband, but a clone of herself that exists to torment him.

For Ligeia, it's the masculine domination of Rowena's body, seeking to use it for her own rebirth and continuation (cough men controlling women's body to produce heirs cough); in doing so as a woman she and Rowena both become perceived as monstrous.

And then I talk about incest a LOT for the Fall of the House of Usher. That one's hard to tl;dr since it builds on a lot of previous Poe literature, but basically I make the claim that a few others have made, that the "illness" of Madeline Usher is actually a pregnancy, the result of an incestuous relationship with her brother, and that he has sealed her knowingly in her tomb in order to prevent it from being found out. This ultimately destroys the House of Usher figuratively and extremely literally, but once again it's about Incorrect Reproduction(tm).

I don't quite examine what these anxieties say about Poe himself (but wouldn't that be a good paper, some undergrad should write it for their Poe class lol), but I did really enjoy exploring the connection between queerness, reproduction, women's bodies, and horror (not exactly an under-researched area) vis-a-vis Poe.

[slutforaemond]

Glowering Daggers

Aemond x fem! reader(Targaryen) | SMUT

Link to part 2

Warning ⚠️:minors don't interact, filth, loads of filth,incest (niece x uncle),little bit of blood, angst, unrequited feelings, dagger play (?)

(reader is the daughter of Rhanaerya)

A/n: I'm very new to Tumblr and am still learning my way around, so i had already posted this drabble previously as a reblog accidentally. So IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS DRABBLE TWICE I'M SORRY. ಥ‿ಥ

"Let. Me. Go."

Your voice hissed in the dark hallway devoid of any presence except for you and your captor.

Maybe it was your fault you ended up here. Maybe you had gone too far in your attempts to rile up your uncle. In your defence you were only siding up with your brothers as your uncle insulted them.

But never once you thought you'd end up like this ; pressed so dangerously close to Aemond, with his hands wrapped around your pulsating throat as he looked at you with a menacing grin.

" Why should I,my dear niece?" His deep voice drawled out. "Give me one reason why I should not slash your eye out as a payment for what your little cunt of a brother did to me." He spat out, venom lacing his words.

"If you wish to do that then get done with. What the fuck are you waiting for you coward." You retorted with equal animosity to match his. "Why stop at eye, why not slash out my throat while you're at it."

His face was illuminated only by the faint flickering light of distant torches. The dance of light and shadows making his violet eye look like a raging tempest.

Aemond unsheathed his knife with a movement so swift, you would've have missed if you blinked.

He twirled the knife around in elegant circles, the gleam of the blade flashing in your eyes. You watched his long fingers work their way around the hilt in a way that made the dagger seem like an extension of his own being, that he could control by mere will of his mind.

Even while your life was at the mercy of the white maned prince's hands, you couldn't help but admire his mesmerizing skills.

Aemond seemed to have deciphered your thoughts as was evident from his cocky smirk. He brought the tip of the blade just below your chin, lifting your face up to get your attention back at his face.

Your breathing quickened, but to your horror you weren't scared, you were thrilled.

He dragged the blade painfully slow towards your bottom lip with just enough pressure to cause slight pain but not pierce your skin.

His eye set on your plump lip as his dagger dented it's middle.

Aemond could've killed you right there, but the only thing that was going through his mind was your intoxicatingly sweet smell. He willed his mind to hate you with every fiber in his body, but to no avail. With each passing day he seemed to grow more and more obsessed with his own niece. As much as he loathed your bastard brothers, he couldn't harbour the same feelings towards you. Your childhood friendship was still so alive in his memory. And now that you had grown up to become the finest lady he had ever set his eyes upon, his mind was constantly tormented by visuals of your body, by your melodious voice (even though anything that voice directed towards him were spits of fire), your chestnut brown hair, and your fiery eyes.

The irony of him being obsessed with you for the same reasons he hated those bastards , drove him crazy.

The feeling of softness of your body pressed against his hard one was like a drug to him. You didn't know it but he was exercising every last drop of his will to control his animalistic instincts to fuck you like a savage right there .

"Oh yes I could kill you sweetheart. But I shall save that fate for your beloved brothers. For you I have some very different plans love."

Your heart was thumping so loud you were sure Aemond could hear it. His insinuation was not lost on you. But instead of curling up with disgust, your nether regions throbbed deliciously at the prospect of his threats.

You hated yourself for it. No matter how venomous your words directed towards your uncle are, you couldn't lie to yourself about the fact that you secretly pined for this man and that your heart still ached for your destroyed and long forgotten friendship. You couldn't deny how deliciously handsome he had grown up to be. Even now, you couldn't help but admire his long and sharp jaw, his pointed nose and curved lips.

His blade now pressed a bit deeper, drawing out a trickle of crimson blood from your lips to match the colour of your gown.

You glared at him.

"Tell me now love, if I decide to wreck body and rob you of all your virtues, how would your family react?" He was now practically grinning, his eye still focused on your lip. "I can already picture their pathetic reactions. We would love to see that now wouldn't we?"

"Get the fuck off me. Don't you dare touch me." You hissed.

"Oh but I already am , aren't I?" He said with a malicious chuckle.

His removed his blade only to bring it down on your body again; now gingerly tracing your curves till he reached your waist.

He observed the trail of blood dripping onto your cleavage from your chin with a hunger that made you press your thighs tight.

"Hmm" his rumbling voice made you tremble.

He turned his blade around to make the blunt end of the hilt face your body. With one hand he bunched up your gown to expose your lower body and slipped his other hand beneath.

You gasp loudly at his brash action. "Aemond! What do you think you're doing?!" You exclaimed.

He let his fingers brush your dripping cunt and let out a deep cocky chuckle.

"Look you my dear niece. Is this what your true feelings are? Dripping like a whore for the uncle you hate so much ?"

You could hear the glee in his voice as heat crept up your cheeks making them almost as red as the blood oozing from your lip.

"Shut up." You grimaced at your own pathetic response.

You suddenly felt a cold touch in your nether regions and with a sharp intake of breath you realised he pressed the hilt of his dagger to your swollen clit.

You look at him with wide eyes only to find amusement dancing in his.

He gently pressed it earning a moan out of your lips. Horrified at yourself, you were too embarrassed to even face him now, so you turned your face sideways.

Aemond was enjoying your reactions way too much for his own good. Your delectable moans and ripe red cheeks made his cock strain painfully against his pants.

He drew circles on your clit causing a string of involuntary lewd sounds from you. You had no control of your body anymore, as you rotated your hips to feel the dagger on all the right places, seeking for relief.

Aemond almost losing all his self control seeing your condition, pressed his nose at the side of your jaw. You felt his hot tongue slide across your skin.

You breathing was so loud , you were afraid someone was sure to overhear your filthy interactions with this devious man.

Aemond suddenly withdrew his dagger, making you look at him with surprise. Was this his way of punishing you?

The only reply you got was his huge grin as pressed his fingers against your slippery wet clit.

He brought his dagger up to slash the front of your gown, making your breasts spill out in a slight bounce.

You could only whine in protest as your energy slowly seeped out due to his exploits.

Aemond actually salivated looking at your soft breasts , now staring back at him with stiff peaks. The blood trickling down from your lips to chin and finally between your mounds of soft plump flesh made him practically growl with lust.

He then placed the dagger at your entrance, adjusting it's tip on your rims.

"Aemond no! S-stop p-lease." You exclaim on realising what he was about to do.

"That doesn't sound so convincing love." He replied with a sadistic humour wrapping his words.

And you agreed, even though you wouldn't say that out loud.

His fingers now moved at lightening speed on your cunt as he simultaneously pushed the hilt deep inside you.

Your moans became louder and louder with each passing second; and on the threat of them turning to screams, Aemond sealed your mouth in a searing kiss. He swallowed your slutty moans as his tongue lashed out on every corner of your mouth.

He savoured your sweet lilac scent mixed with the iron smell of the blood on your lips.

You couldn't believe just how turned on you were with a dagger inside you. It's cold feel on your warm insides was deriliously exciting and made you shiver all over. You could feel the the intricate designs of it scraping on your vaginal walls as he rotated it inside you ever so slowly. Your knuckles turned white from the pressure of holding onto his shoulders so hard for support as your body grew weak.

You clenched around the hardness as you were drawn extremely close to climax by the work of Aemond's swift and precise fingers.

Aemond seemed to sense it as he detached his his lips from yours and he took in your expression with a wide grin that was now bloodied from kissing your cut lips.

Your eyes rolled back and breath hitched in your throat as you came hard; thrashing so violently, Aemond had to press down on you against the wall.

Your wetness covered his entire hand that was holding the dagger which now fell out due to the sheer slipperyness of your spent cunt.

You saw him licking your milky release from his dagger with a long swipe of his tongue while maintaining eye contact with you with a maniacaly lustful look. The act was almost enough to get your overstimulated cunt be ready to get ravaged again by your uncle.

"I hate you." You breathed out weakly as you collapsed on him, all your strength leaving your body.

"I hate you too, sweetheart." Aemond said as he pulled in your body gently too him.

Were you mistaken or did you hear an underlying softeness in his voice; a familiar fondness that you had last heard ages ago?

Whatever it was your mind was too scattered to form any coherent thoughts as you heaved into the crook of his neck while he carried you off to where you didn't know.

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[salemfrankish]

I've just finished reading Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt and I need to talk about it! I feel like it was written for me.

"Shocking, grotesque, and downright filthy,"

Brainwyrms is a body horror novel, "not for the squeamish" about Frankie, a trans woman who narrowly survives a transphobic terrorist attack, but goes on to meet Vanya, "mysterious, beautiful, terrifying Vanya." Two victims of the growing hatred and bigotry in the UK, who fall into a toxic relationship rooted in kink and fetish.

It was the first book I've read cover-to-cover in many months due to exam season, and it revoked my love for reading and literature. It was a recommendation from my beloved local queer bookshop, which I am so grateful to have access to.

I would love to recommend it, especially to any other trans kids living in the UK but I don't think I should without a thorough warning 😭... It is absolutely disgustingly filthy, highly disturbing, and features a seemingly endless list of sensitive subjects (sexual violence, child abuse, incest, substance abuse, self harm, etc?...) I had such a visceral reaction whilst reading, but if you can stomach it, it is a new favourite of mine.

I particularly loved the character Jennifer Caldwell, a beloved children's fantasy author, notoriously active on twitter, who has been cancelled for being a TERF, (and who obviously bears no relation to that of J.K. Rowling /sarc). It was so satisfying reading J.K. portrayed as a sexual deviant riddled with parasites, (what a power move to claim that your oppressor's bigotry stems from a literal worm in their brain).

I would've liked a little more from the very end, it seemed to trail off a bit with the character's slightly losing themselves but nonetheless an incredible book.

[yandere-daydreams]

Mononoke-anon here! Idk if the other anon answered you, but the Medicine Seller was originally part of a three-story horror series called Ayakashi: Samurai Horror Tales. The final story, called Bake-Neko, was his debut. The episodes are available online or you can buy the dvd on Amazon.

I watched the Mononoke series first, then was perusing classic Japanese horror when I found Ayakashi. The first two stories are fine, but let me tell you I went feral when I saw the Medicine Seller again, lol. Ayakashi, being the first Medicine Seller story, is a lot more muted in colors and crazy. I agree with anon that he seems a bit more caring and social, actually cracking sarcastic jokes. Although, the all important “meh, women deserve to murder” is still very much here.

If you remember/care about other characters, this is where he met Kayo, the maid from the ship story, originally. So when you go and watch this, it makes sense how she knew all about him and they have some fun interactions. There is also a manga version of the Ayakashi Bake-Neko, so if you’d like more images of this man, I recommend looking it up.

I enjoy how Kusuriuri (Medicine Seller) makes his debut with a Goblin Cat and they chose to end the series the same way.

i don't think i'll watch the entire show, but i might just check out that final arc 👀👀👀 his relationship with kayo (i've also seen sayo? that might just be a translation thing tho) was one of my favorite things about the incest boat arc, and i would probably watch an extra few episodes just for her, if my dear and beloved husband was not also in them. doing cat-themed things, at that.

and i'm not mad at it, but idk how to feel that one of my favorite recent series is actually a spin-off T-T marvel and all their bullshit kinda has me trained to immediately hate shows based off of popular side-characters from different shows, and although i recognized that that's just the Jaded Consumer part of my brain talking, it still does kinda have an effect. i think i'll keep him on the husband list but, like, with a little 'bargain bin' tag or something. just to keep him in his place.

[frances-baby-houseman]

I am not going to reblob any of the insane posts about rating systems for books for children (my beloved mutuals have all made very fine points and I cosign), but I would just like young people to know (omg please young people do not follow me) that when I was young, you could put the TV on channel 99 and watch scrambled porn. And we did! Just to like... see what that was about!

Also a defining moment of my life was being idk maybe 11 or 12 and picking up my mom's copy of Geek Love, bc I thought geek meant an uncool nerd (like Freaks and Geeks the show) and not what it originally meant (circus freak) and was horrified and put it down for like 20 years (this book has a TON of body horror and also incest.) Then I read it and it's incredible but I was still horrified!

But also I PUT IT DOWN. It wasn't for me, I didn't read it.

Also movie ratings are a crock of shit bc they let you have basically infinite murder in a PG 13 movie but if you show a penis or say fuck twice, you get rated R. Those are things that literally happen in every house! But MURDER and BLOOD, sure, any kid can watch it.

Anyway I am going to buy a copy of Geek Love and put it on my bookshelf in the hopes that one day when my kids are in middle school they too find it and read some of it and want to throw up!! bye bye!

[van1ll1am]

Was having a thought while walking to my train.

Why is it that antis are all for censoring media? Pro-shipping isn't something that's contemporary, it's been happening in literature for CENTURIES. As a BA English student, it worries me that critical thinking, especially critical thinking in regards to darker subjects, has been declining in my generation.

This is several paragraphs long, so,

TDLR : Critical Thinking is in fact a much needed skill, I am worried about my generation's ability to understand what's real and fictional, and worried for the future of literature.

I specialize in poetry, however I dabble in gothic literature, so I know what I'm talking about when talking about Wuthering Heights, hell, it was the very first book I ever properly analyzed.

Wuthering Heights has been touted as one of the greatest romance novels ever. Hell, Kate Bush even has a song about Heathcliff and Cathy, the two characters often seen as peak romance. To the normal person, this is normal, this isn't out of the ordinary. However, if you are well versed with the novel, you'll know this crucial fact.

Heathcliff and Cathy are adopted siblings.

That's right! There's incest in this beloved novel. There's also pet murder, abuse, death in general, implied necrophilia, and the list goes on. There was backlash for the novel in those times, but that was mainly for the fact that Heathcliff was a man of colour, and the general edginess of the book. Which makes me wonder, if Wuthering Heights was published in this day and age, would it have such a chokehold on the literature scene as it does now, or would it burnt to the ground?

See, people nowadays see writing about dark topics as ENDORSING the behavior. Which is. Extremely incorrect. I would never, ever endorse such a destructive relationship like Heathcliff and Cathy's, but the sphere related to dark media is full of, forgive me, literal children tearing apart people for what? Writing about the same thing Emily Bronte did? What's next, tearing people down for writing about horror? Tearing people down for writing about death, or trauma? There is a very steep hill here, and we are racing down it.

I was once an anti, but upon looking into literature and starting to analyze novels, have I realized it was wrong to be an anti. I now have access to the full sphere of media exploration, to Lolita, to Wuthering Heights, To Stephen King's IT. We need dark topics to explore and understand why these things are so wrong. Which is why I'm so terrified for the future of literature.

Will we end up losing these novels due to metaphorical book burnings because of censorship?