#northeast gothic

[evilsecretshopper]

posting these before i wanna change the coloring again :P

[honeyrosepetals]

[yeoldecryptid]

There needs to be an urban legend about The Boston Tunnel (some of you have got to know the one.)

[nekroio]

from when i went to maine at the beginning of the year

[sagent-of-chaos]

lets get more subscribers

[unmarkedhelicopter]

went hiking west of ny this weekend

[shu-of-the-wind]

thinking about northeast gothic. getting up in a creaky old house and looking outside to find snow is stretching out for miles around your house and you can’t go anywhere for days. you hear coywolves in the woods around and you have to keep a rifle under your bed in case they try to eat your pets. sometimes you wonder if you’re going to have to use that rifle on the shadows that lurk in your driveway. every river you cross has a kahnawà꞉ke name that the dutch butchered, so you know you’re walking over stolen land. there have been so many battles crisscrossing your property that if you find a bullet or a knife or a skull in your garden, you just set it aside to cleanse and hope you haven’t disturbed anyone too badly, because there are people under your feet that hold so much resentment that it makes the woods creak. you go into a city and it’s a tossup as to whether the neighborhoods will be named after sicilian mafiosos, dutch colonizers, or revolutionary war veterans. every house has a historical plaque on it, and most of the history is rotten. there is Always a tiny italian bakery and there is Always an ancient nonna in it that has been there since your grandfather went into the same bakery sixty years ago. the cops and sheriffs hold sway over their jurisdictions like kings and punish people with the same lackadaisical cruelty. one family has owned the town council for six decades and you’re beginning to think they’ve made a deal with the devil to keep it that way. sometimes you wake up at night to find something looking in your window and you have no idea what it is, but you still have that rifle if you need it, so you just roll over and go back to sleep. the adirondacks are too close to dare asking too many questions.

[mdwsp]

Allegheny National Forest

[78-fahrenheit]

why do birthdays feel so bleak

[evilsecretshopper]

june 2024 PA

[lxvenderghost]

becoming obsessed with Sylvia Plath in my early 20s right before winter begins alright keep me in your prayers !

[yeoldecryptid]

Wilbur Whateley headcanons

Neither him or the rest of The Whateley House are completely sure of him or his brother’s sex. They just made an educated guess, and Wilbur identifies as a boy anyways, so no problem.

Wilbur knows how to knit and cook from helping Lavinia out around the house. (I believe she canonically has albinism, therefore likely has bad vision.)

Lavinia is ‘Ma’ and Old Whateley is ‘grandfather,’ to both the boys.

Wilbur forages and fishes, though not in the traditional way. His unusual body makes him a super strong swimmer, so he can often catch some by swimming in local bodies of water.

Wilbur practically lived in the barn with his brother after Lavinia died. Literally only left for food for a long time.

I saw someone headcanon that he plays the banjo, and yes.

He is extremely heterosexual, but when you live the life he has, you are willing to accept anyone. He’s kind of accepted his lot in life as a lonely bachelor though.

He really wishes he could go to college and become a biologist, but his circumstances make that next to impossible.

He has an extremely strong immune system. He got a mild cold once, and was super confused. Lavinia was super worried, and basically swaddled him in blankets for a few days.

[persimmoncoded]

[sagent-of-chaos]

green eggs and ham

[godlymiseryclub]

the american northeast is entirely underrated for its beauty online. I wish it would be acknowledged. its always "southern gothic" and Appalachia aesthetic, and as someone who has family there I totally get it, those ancient mountains are beautifully terrifying. But they continue further north than their distinctive accent. But Maine is haunted too.

[penny-thewitch]

I am sometimes too angry and too cynical to understand the beauty of a midwest town. The corner stores are run by angels, don’t you see the divine light fading from their eyes? Look! There is a star lying in the field near a burned, abandoned warehouse. Is it truly abandoned if only teenage ghosts live there? Some say their cigarettes are what burned the place. Look! The cashiers know your name. God whispered it to them after you punched him. All blood glows gold in the sunlight, silly.