#it didn’t happen in the short story

[charlataninred]

English teachers give warnings about sexual assault challenge

[roots-symphony]

do you think the reason agatha’s trial felt weird is because she was the only one who did not actually buy into the mythos of the road since she knew the truth? like that was why no perspective change and all the other reasons why people thought it was a fake trial

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

“Jason should get over being upset about his death” - he has, he wasn’t angry at Bruce or the world because they failed him and he ended up dying, which he made clear plain as day and that’s about the most reasonable a person who went through what he went through could be

anyway I don’t think these people realize how gory being bludgeoned to near death is, and maybe it's because of the limitations of the medium that scene was presented in

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Graveyard Shift

short spooky novella

5 people who all take smoke breaks in the cemetery near their university in the middle of the night come across a fresh hole in the ground - and wonder who dug it, and why

they each start investigating, and quickly find out they are closer to the answers than expected

[floorpancakes]

heart-pounding immersive bocchi cinema solo trip experience 1-page report

[goldensunset]

i want to properly hit people with the keykid dalia lore but unfortunately i’m a perfectionist and i believe text should be accompanied with pictures in order to have a stronger impact which means i gotta draw which means it’ll never happen

[bonsaibudz]

second date went very very well (with maybe the exception that he's starting to be a little *too* frat boy for her..) with a teeny tiny surprise below the cut that explains pic 2

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um so a little secret random genuinely unexpected hookup maybe occurred while she was out on the date.. don't look at me i didn't do anything i absolutely made all the decisions :)

[engagemythrusters]

UH?!

[deus-ex-mona]

it’s that time of week again…

[leverage-ot3]

I need to know the story behind you breaking into an abandoned asylum! That sounds interesting as hell!

okay so I’m prefacing by saying if you actually looked it up you could probably tell the area in which I grew up, but I don’t live there anymore so I don’t really care and I don’t feel like any of you would, like, look for my identity so it’s fine

so one summer day I was going to hang out with my friend and we wanted to do something fun. I’m like hey K, do you want to go to holy land? I know you’ve never been there before and it’s a cool place to look around (having been there once myself before

for those of you not native to connecticut, holy land usa is an abandoned christian theme park (no, I am not making this up). I won’t go into the whole history because that’s not the purpose of this post but you can read it here. there has been a murder or two there but it has in recent years been bought by a church and is now semi-maintained again (as in, it doesn’t count as trespassing anymore and they sometimes hold religious services by the 56 ft illuminated cross)

ANYWAYS so I drove us 30 minutes from where we lived to waterbury and just as we were about to pull in SOMEONE FUCKING CLOSED THE ROAD so nope, we couldn’t go :(

so we’re in the car driving back home, still wanting something semi-spooky so I’m like, hey, I’ve never seen fairfield hills (abandoned asylum) up close, why don’t we stop by and take a look???

so we drive there and park. now, it’s not especially spooky NOW because part of the huge complex has been, like, converted into community buildings (like a community center, rec center/gym, a fire house I think) because after an internationally known tragedy happened the community got a shit ton of money and they invested a lot of that into community resources

so we park near one of the still abandoned buildings and get out to walk around. mind you, it’s still 100% STILL FUCKING DAYLIGHT out.

we round the corner backed by woods and what do you know- there’s a hole in the fence and an open second story window. my friend and I look at each other like 👀👀👀 and decide, fuck it, let’s try it. yolo and all that

she boosts me up as far as she could and I used the outside little ledge (I wish I had a picture because this is a flex) and pull myself through the window. I then pull her up from the ground and get her in too.

we look around. we are somewhere in what used to look like some sort of wooden cubicles which were no longer really there. her phone is dead, we only have my phone flashlight, but it’s still sunny out and barely any of the windows are boarded up so it’s fine

we walk around, obviously people are in here frequently because there is graffiti EVERYWHERE, some wrappers, a few c*ndoms for some reason, I think maybe a needle or two (yikes). so like, it’s frequented but we didn’t think anyone was there with us

it wasn’t even really that spooky during the day (I would probably never go at night because 1. more of a chance other people would be there and I’m not going to risk possibly having a negative interaction yk, 2. I feel like more police would be patrolling it then, and 3. I’m not all that superstitious but I would never go there at night as a group of two)

we found what we assumed was an old rec room with a still mostly functional pool table (and an old dress in the window???), some bathrooms, an elevator stuck between floors, and some cool graffiti

we were in one of the stairwells with cool large windows when we saw a police car further away in the parking lot and went NOPE and continued down into the basement. aside from the little windows towards the ceiling it was PITCH BLACK and my tiny phone light did fucking NOTHING lmao.

we were able to get into the attic and I REALLY wanted to find out how to get into the bell tower but one of the doors was locked I think and we couldn’t find another way :(

all in all, I wish it was spookier but it couldn’t really get that spooky in the daylight, but I like that I can say that I did it because it’s a fun story. I would honestly love to go again now that I have lock pics and investigate some more but I don’t live there anymore

here are some pics and a video:

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been having a rough few days, but I’ve been feeling a bit better so I decided to make some lil thingies for some spiraling upwards kitties :3

[artemidesarrow]

Okay, finished the season and my first impression is positive. It’s true that we had too many scenes with big john and there was definitely too little time with the pogues all together but it still felt like a nice conclusion to this storyline. I particularly liked how they showed that both ward and big john, even being from such different backgrounds, became obsessed with the gold and turned into terrible fathers. It was a nice point to make. I also really liked all the couples this season with a particular shoutout to cleope cuz they were the cutest.

Also loved jiara ofc, I’ve been shipping them since forever and I felt like they developed the friends to lovers trope well, considering they both have a lot of issues with their families and their social status.

I read a lot of different opinions about the time jump on itself and jiara in the time jump and I must say that yes it’s disappointing not seeing how things happened when they get back (like with kie and her parents?? they looked way too happy and supportive in the final scene or what happens in general to everyone when they get back) but I guess they will tell us at the start of next season (probably with a john b voiceover). About the jiara not feeling really acknowledged in the time jump, I just feel like they were always less “physical” than the other couples and more of a “heart eyes is how we show our love” kind of couple and they stayed true to that. They kept looking and smiling at eo and they seemed always aware of where the other was (like jj being completely turned to speak with her or kie looking for him when they moved toward the table) so I really didn’t feel anything amiss about that.

I just think that this was the perfect open ending for the series when they didn’t know if it would get renewed or not.

[non-un-topo]

Why does instagram keep giving me videos about grandparents like does it want me to fall on the floor sobbing today

[cakerybakery]

The thought of cutting a hydra’s head off until it becomes so top heavy that it’s body can’t support the weight of all those necks and heads is making me chuckle.

You cut off the first head and to your surprise two more sprout from the neck. Again and again you dodge it’s vicious teeth and hungry belly. Again and again you hack and slice. It’s hide is too thick for your sword everywhere except the base of the neck. Again and again you chop head after head off. Again and again it grows back two more.

You run, perhaps getting onto a ledge of the rocky gorge you’ve found yourself in will give you time to rest and think.

The monster gives chase.

It’s footsteps are thunderous but unsteady.

You look over your shoulder expecting it’s many snapping mouths on your heel. Instead it lags and wobbles after you like a cockeyed chicken.

The right side droops under the weight of it’s many heads while the left, with noticeably fewer heads, tries to propel its body forward.

The beast staggers and you have an idea.

It’s not much of a rest but having a plan revitalizes you. You draw your sword once more and head to the center of the beast.

Your celestial sword cuts through the tendons and flesh as easily as soft butter. As you go it becomes harder and harder for the beast to get close as you’re hidden in the thicket of its necks.

The weight becomes too much. It trembles before it’s knees buckle and snap under the weight of itself.

The beast’s many heads cry out in pain. An  orchestra of pained shrieks and dull moans as the creature labours to breathe.

You watch as the mighty beast slowly dies by your sword. Not from being bled out, or the quick slice of a vital organ. But crushed under itself.

It’s many eyes watch you as you watch the light fade from eye after eye on head after head.

It turns your gut.

It’s just an animal.

It was attacking merchants and farms, but it was just an animal and deserved more dignity than this.

You have another idea.

You cut away the dead heads. Pruning the beast.

The heads do not grow back.

The ones left no longer gasp for air.

It still cries out and you check it’s legs and each has a broken bone.

Splints are not easy to drag into the gorge. Nor are the bolts of fabric. Longer than your battle you spend tending to the beast you have begun to think of as Good Boy. You bring it fresh butchered meats and Good Boy does not eat you in appreciate.

Recovery is slow and you have spent most of the reward money for defeating Good Boy on his treatment. But, he takes his first steps in months and within weeks he climbs out of the gorge with you on his back.

You settle in the forest where the few heads left can easily hunt the abundant deer. Good Boy lives up to his name. You’ve taught him tricks. To guard your home. To not eat people. To roll over so you can scratch his belly with your sword. For decades he is a fine and loyal friend.

You mourn his passing. You knew it was coming.

His scales had turned grey and milky, no longer shining the brilliant orange of the sand stone where you had met.

His appetite had diminished. Eating only half a deer a day between the last half a dozen heads instead of two or three.

The arthritis from the broken bones stopped him from romping about as he last had over the past several years. Recently he’d been content to lay in his barn, wrapped around his fireplace. Or in the sunlit meadow and his bonfire.

That’s where you found him after lunch. He had laid down to take his afternoon nap.

He loved the birds and butterflies of his meadow.

The fire was still burning brightly.

You missed him greatly and buried him in his favourite spot.

Time passed, as it has the habit of doing, and you find yourself in the market. The butcher calls you over.

He apologizes, he knows the passing of Good Boy still effects you. But... You see… He has come into the possession of what he suspects is a Hydra egg.

He do not want the egg, obviously. And there is no one else he can think of who could handle such a creature. But he it doesn’t sit right with him to just leave it out in nature. It’s just an egg after all.

By chance… Perhaps... Would you?

Would you be willing to take it in?

[fruit-teeth]

Sucks that I have a hard time befriending other queer ppl irl because the very first group of gay kids I was ever friends with ended up being super mean towards me. Like ohh some immature fuckers were mean towards me when I was fourteen so now literally a decade later I STILL have trust issues when it comes to befriending and fully trusting members of my own community??? What the fuck

[lieutenant-amuel]

It’s so funny how people usually wonder about how writing long chapters, while I start having my eye twitched when I see a 6k words count and realize I’m still far away from finishing.

How do you all write short stories tell me your secrets.