#kelly reads

[snorlaxlovesme]

How to Describe House of Leaves, an attempt by Me

it seems to make the most sense to treat it like an onion, and describe it from the innermost layer and branch outwards

it's about Will Navidson's film The Navidson Record. The Navidson Record is a kind of found footage autobiographical narrative about a filmmaker named Navidson and his family moving into a house that is much bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, a haunting physical impossibility

but it's not about that, it's about Zampano, the man who wrote this dissertation on The Navidson Record. Zampano is a blind, old man who died in his apartment in an unremarkable way but leaves behind an eerie legacy, a collection of papers inside an old chest that looks like an APA-style dissertation on a horror film/documentary. this dissertation is filled with hundreds of quotes and citations from different sources, all included in great detail in the footnotes

oh, and it's all made up. the film. the citations. Will Navidson. it's all fake.

but it's not about that, it's about Johnny Truant, the man who found the chest full of papers in the old man's apartment, read them, and now is going insane because of it. or maybe not? Johnny feels like he's being stalked by some unknown horrific entity and is powerless to defend himself from it. he's got a fucked up past from two dead parents and a hell of a lot of stories that may or may not be true, and now he's got Zampano's work driving him to nightmares, and the nightmares following him throughout the day. he says as much in long, rambling footnotes of his own that exist beside Zampano's citations

but it's not even about that, it's about the fact that this is the fourth printed edition of this story, complete with colored text, 3 different appendixes, an index, and addition footnotes made by other Editors. this implies that either 1. previous editions existed that didn't have bonus content like that or 2. the author of this book, Mark Z. Danielewski wants you to think other versions of this book exist when they really don't

it's fiction that's like 10 levels deep and i got a headache just typing up that description. just wait til you see letter i just spent 45 minutes decoding

[jewishrizahawkeye]

bro these girls are so fucked

[kryptonbabe]

This first issue had many high points, but baby Diana bonding with demons in hell... I was not ready for Absolute Cuteness

From Absolute Wonder Woman #1 (2024) by Kelly Thompson & Hayden Sherman

[sarcastic-clapping]

i haven’t stopped thinking about the implications of daniel saying armand’s martinis were better than Real Rashid’s or the fact that he mentioned how good the martini was in season 1. why would a 500 year old vampire be so good at making a martini exactly how this old man likes???? i’m going insane

[meidui]

“There was no end to it, that mutual wanting between them—forever unresolved—that had grown so terribly soft and unbearably romantic with age…”

for @fohatic from the thorn in his side ❤️‍🩹

[kemsyne]

Wayfarer Prompt - Rock Bottom.

And then they went to Rona.

Wayfarer IF and the king of jokes Aeran Kellis are created by the one and only @idrellegames

[soracities]

Once I loved a man who was a lot like the desert, and before that I loved the desert. It wasn’t particular things but the space between them, that abundance of absence, that is the desert’s invitation. There the geology that underlies lusher landscapes is exposed to the eye, and this gives it a skeletal elegance, just as its harsh conditions—the vast distances between water, the many dangers, the extremes of heat and cold—keep you in mind of your mortality. But the desert is made first and foremost out of light, at least to the eye and the heart, and you quickly learn that the mountain range twenty miles away is pink at dawn, a scrubby green at midday, blue in the evening and under clouds. The light belies the bony solidity of the land, playing over it like emotion on a face, and in this the desert is intensely alive, as the apparent mood of mountains changes hourly, as places that are flat and stark at noon fill with shadows and mystery in the evening, as darkness becomes a reservoir from which the eyes drink, as clouds promise rain that comes like a passion and leaves like redemption, rain that delivers itself with thunder, with lightning, with a rise of scents in this place so pure that moisture, dust, and the various bushes all have their own smell in the sudden humidity.

Rebecca Solnit, from "Two Arrowheads", A Field Guide to 'Getting Lost

[preppyandpreppy]

[mariaashby64]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

ACE KELLY, ACE KELLY, ACE KELLY.

This genuinely made me so happy. I had hopes when I read the first book but I've been burned by the "late bloomer/haven't found the right person" trope before, so I didn't want to get them too high up.

He's one of my fave characters too, and he's written so well here. Genuine joy. What a gift for pride month.

[flying-ham]

[snorlaxlovesme]

started reading House of Leaves this week so if anyone's looking for me I'm probably ramming my head through a wall adding new spatial dimensions to my house

[jewishrizahawkeye]

book peeta walked into the hunger games thinking he was going to die but if he died he’d atleast died flirting and teasing his childhood crush

[kryptonbabe]

"For I am Diana of Themyscira, last of the Amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the Wild Isle"

The last few pages of this comic were cathartic, narration boxes are by Circe and I'm really hoping for the next issues to see more of her mother-daughter relationship with Diana, because for what we get here it feels different and interesting, Kelly Thompson is a good writer, I think this series will be a satisfying journey

From Absolute Wonder Woman #1 (2024) by Kelly Thompson & Hayden Sherman

[rottentiger-art]

[jack-kellys]

He’s pretty when he lies.

More than pretty, perhaps. There’s a stunning quality to it that takes Daveys breath away- and it’s more than Jack simply having the goddamn audacity. It’s this glimmer the boy gets in his eye, no matter his expression, as if he’s casting a spell merely with his voice. It’s a far too compelling sound to Davey’s ears that slowly eases his thoughts to quiet and his gaze to fall deep into Jack’s, encourages him to simply nod and agree.

And the worst part of it is that Davey doesn’t think Jack has any idea. Jack knows he’s a liar, and he knows he’s pretty in a sense, but Jack can’t seem to understand how damn persuasive he really is in a way Davey can never be. Davey will always need his words, need something he invents to be his backup, but Jack- can get away with things, with a glance and a smile and a glint that only Davey seems to know is one of a false diamond.

And Davey decides right then, at least for now, that he hates it.

[shealwaysreads]

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