#though I might not watch dark phoenix bc he's barely even in it

[chaotic-toby]

Rewatching the xmen movies but only the ones with Kurt in them just to feel something

[riaki]

RIKOOOOO HI HELLO i saw ur wip game and now im breaking in to ask abt (u already know 😭😭) two tickets, please & his nails are painted coffee…. AND AND bestfriend’s sister too … if it’s ok…. IM SO CURIOUS im gonna devour these riko >:33

HI ARI 😽😽 not u breaking in i’m scared 😭 putting u n @mossmurdock ‘s asks together :3

ok!!! first the makima fic..

the first thing you notice when you enter the cinema lobby is that it’s practically deserted.

it’s like a ghost town, except the tumbleweeds are empty popcorn bags stained with grease, and the cacti are the railing banisters that fail to be organized in a way that suggests there’s ever a coherent line for tickets. it smells of cleaning products that failed to do their job and the tacky perfumes teenagers like to spray, and a little bit of mold. the whole feel of it is unnerving; it’s almost like a liminal space, with empty corridors that seem to stretch on forever, following the ebb and flow of the wave pattern on the carpets littered with stray candy wrappers and paper straws.

really, it’s a dump.

the second thing you notice when you enter the cinema lobby is the lady standing at the entrance to the hallway which contains all the theaters; she’s looking at a poster. something sci-fi ish; a little too gory for your taste, with a grim-looking doctor holding a bloody syringe that’s far too big to be in proportion. it’s a funny contrast; the girl has pretty orange hair that looks like it’d turn a deep shade of gentle auburn with age, like the leaves on the trees when autumn paints the world gold and red. it’s done in a neat little braid; the plaits are slightly messy, but you can tell she’s put effort into making them look presentable. even though you can’t see her face, you know it suits her. she looks like she’d be one of those petite, delicate girls, like a fragile flower. yet, she seems entranced by such a tacky poster.

is that strange?

i don’t have much written bc i’m still apprehensive about writing makima… she seems like such a challenge i’m not ready for 😭😭 but i will try my best for u two >:3 these are all also kinda old so the writing style might be inconsistent

the coffee shop sugu fic next!!!

you sidle up to the counter, next to the girl who’s eyeing her drink with absolute distaste, nose winkled in disgust. you wonder if he accidentally gave her black coffee. but you can barely bring yourself to care when it’s your turn to place your order— standing in front of the counter, fiddling with the ring on your finger as you find your eyes drifting over every corner of his face; the dark gauges on his ears, the gentle smile that has his soft lips curving upward so gently they make you feel like you’re the sweetest thing in the world to him.

“hey there. what can i get you?” he asks. his voice is smooth; it sounds like he could be the lead singer in an indie band. at that thought, your gaze drifts to his fingers, watching as they drum over the marble countertop.

you look up at his face again when you give him your order, listing it off like muscle memory as the other half of your brain works double time to memorize his face, and you curse whoever decided not to give the employees nametags, inadvertently condemning you to work up the courage to ask this pretty vulpine coffee boy his name.

this is SO OLD. i highly doubt i’ll be able to finish it but if u like it ari i’ll try :’3

bestfriends sister is for an ask i got a while ago so i havent rlly been writing for it….

”do you smoke with shoko a lot?” you asked quietly, watching as his thumb runs over the lighter’s wheel. he flicks it a few times, scraping and scraping ‘til a fire finally blooms, a bright phoenix stuck in a cage of gasoline and metal.

“sometimes. she got me into it.” suguru answers, taking a deep drag. his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, ever so slightly. for a moment, you wonder what it’d be like to sink your teeth into it and watch him bleed red like a pomegranate in a vampire’s jaws.

“she told me you don’t like seeing her do it, though. so neither of us do it as often.”

oh.

yeah… idk what i’m going to do with this one but whatever i’ll figure it out 🤞

[same-snake-different-skin]

this is not my idea btw xD how would the bois react to us being a mythical creature headcannons?(Illy is gonna go feral i can tell omg)

I hope you've realised that you've released the beast.

And it wasn't your idea? That is a first ansnsnknh, also each boi will just have a specific one bc I'm lazy and incoherent and ill so yeet

Dark

At first he's just like "what the actual fuck?" but as he figures it out he's like "oh, so you're a mythical creature? Well, you're not so mythical now."

You met when he decided to go out on a walk once, and he saw a light and went towards it.

You were there, obviously, perched in the branch of a tree, and you both freeze upon seeing each other.

Next thing Dark knows, there's a talon around his torso and he's up in the air.

He takes a moment to figure out what you are, but when he does, he freaks out slightly, because oh fuck, he's midair, and probably about to fall to his death.

Not that it hasn't happened before.

When you realise that he's not even struggling, you stop, midair, and just hover there, staring at him in confusion.

He's not even scared?

You decide to fly down and just put him back down, and when you do, he's immediately circling you, curious.

"You're absolutely stunning."

And then you reveal to him that you're human, too.

He's taken aback, but not too much.

Consider him hooked.

For now, let just assume that you're a Phoenix, reborn from the ashes of those once lost.

He would understand that.

Dark would know what it's like to die and then come back again, right? Of course he would.

He finds comfort in knowing that he's not the only one who had to suffer something like that.

So. Much. Respect.

Seriously this boy has so much respect for you, and not just because you could incinerate him within seconds.

His body is kinda cold all the time, for reasons, and you're literally a loving heater so he probably cuddles you more often than not. Don't tell the others that, though.

He. Loves. Your. Wings.

If it weren't for the fact that they were too hot to touch, he'd run his hands through the feathers.

On the occasion that you do just decide to go full Phoenix, he's in awe.

Literally, you're a giant flaming bird, you're immortal, and you could set fire to anything at any given moment, if you wanted too.

He's even a little bit scared, though he knows you wouldn't hurt him.

He hopes.

Yancy

He'd always wondered why there was a giant block of the prison that nobody but Murderslaughter was allowed in.

So, one night he snuck in, only to be met by a torrent of water.

He dives behind a pillar, and then pokes his head out, to see two glowing eyes, burning blue, peering out at him from the dark.

And then he panics, because WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

Help him.

When he calms down, he looks out again, and slowly steps from behind the pillar, and forwards, into...water?

The following growl would scare the living daylights out of him, because he can't see a thing but the eyes, which are following his every movement.

He fumbles around for a light switch and finally finds one and turns it one.

The space illuminates, and yep, there you are. An absolutely furious Sea Serpent of some type, absolutely furious. Not to mention you're chained up.

Yancy freezes, and then you realise that oh shit he's not gonna hurt me

And so you calm down, and instead of growling, make a noise that sounds like soft clicking.

He sees the chains, and frowns, obviously confused, and sets to work on picking the locks that hold them in place.

You calmly watch him while he works, admittedly admiring him.

He's very cute

When the chains are finally loose, you shake them off, and curl around Yancy, looking into his eyes. He looks a bit scared, but then you're suddenly human, with your arms around him.

He's shook.

Help him.

He helps sneak you out of the prison, and then you come back every third Sunday for visitation.

He's in love. Help him.

The poor baby is absolutely smitten with you.

Please just kiss him.

And so you do.

You're both instantly deemed cutest couple by all the inmates.

You may or may not have decided to get arrested just so you could be with him all the time oops

He's honoured that such an amazing being like you would want to stay with him.

Sometimes you'll both sneak out of prison and you'll take him down to the nearest body of water, which is a very large and secluded lake.

He loves to just admire you while you play about in the water, chirping happily.

Let. Him. Stroke. Your. Scales.

It'll make him happy.

Illinois

He's on an adventure, the usual, but this time he'd ventured into a mountain range and he'd found a 'temple' type place.

Illy, being the idiot he is, went in, taking now notice of the scorch marks on the walls and floor.

Then he sees the diamond on a pedestal. He can't help but dive forwards to get it, and then a cage drops down on him, and a h u g e shadow covers the ground.

He can hear wing beats, but he's a little too scared to look.

Then there's a thump, as something hits the ground. Then the cage is being lifted. And then there's a hot gust of air around him, and he finally peeks, finding himself eye to eye with a dragon.

Well, fuck.

He kinda just stares, and you stare back.

Staring contest to assert dominance? Yup.

You win, obviously, and he hold the diamond out, admittedly too scared to try and keep it.

However, you're much more mesmerized by the guy in front of you.

Illy can't help but notice that your hide is littered with scars, and he assumes that other people have found you before, and obviously knew about you.

He scowls slightly at that, and risks moving closer. You jerk backwards, roaring, and he's on the ground, having stumbled backwards.

He's not one to give up though, and your eyes are way too human for you to just be a dragon. He tries again, this time mumbling that he won't hurt you, and you let him, watching his every move, barbed tail at the ready, and a blast of fire gathered, which is given away by the smoke leaking from the your bared teeth.

He keeps his word, though, and just looks at the scars, amazed.

Then he notices the skeleton in the corner of the room

No comment

He decides to hang about for a while and when you finally trust him enough, you let it be shown that, hey, he was right, you are too human just to be a dragon.

He's shocked, but instantly amazed.

"You are much more interesting than that diamond, Love."

Ah, he's flirting already.

It may be working.

Anyways, time skip.

You two are feral.

He's also pretty feral for you but that's for another time.

You've got sharp teeth and he loves that but shhh

He treats you like royalty, and you treat him like the most precious thing you've ever seen.

Which he is.

That may be the Dragon Instincts™ talking, though.

You. Go. On. Adventures. Together.

You can also fucking demolish anyone who tries to hurt you two on adventures too, so there's that.

In conclusion? Power duo.

Actor Mark

He kinda just...finds you on the manor grounds one day.

He knows a lot about mythology so he instantly figures out what you are.

What, exactly, are you?

A griffin.

The second you see him, you've got him pinned against the ground, sharp beak ready to tear him to shreds if need be.

The idiot isn't afraid, though, and he just reaches up and gently pets your feathers

You instantly just melt, and start cawing softly, which he finds adorable.

The caretaker comes across you two, and is a little bewildered to find that the resident Griffin is actually just a giant cat that craves attention.

Welp

You can bet that when h realises that you're strong enough to carry his weight, he'll want a ride.

Not. Like. That.

He just wants to see the world from above.

Seriously why would anyone say no?

He's absolutely ecstatic when he finds that you're human as well.

Cue him giving you all sorts of gifts.

You name it, he'll get it.

He knows that Griffins have a thing for hoarding things and he's all to happy to cater to that.

Even though you tell him not too.

He does it anyway.

Expect a lot of pampering.

He. Loves. You.

Love him, please.

First kiss? Probably after he gave you something a little too valuable.

At first you were a little annoyed but eventually you just gave in and kissed him senseless.

Gosh, I would do the same, if I could.

Wilford

I am running out of creatures ok.

He's just casually hopping dimensions, cause he can, and then he finds you.

At first he's like "is that a fucking fish??"

No, it's you! And you're a Siren, not a fish.

Well, half fish, half human, who can blame him.

You're sleeping and he's very lucky because if you aren't he might be dead by now.

And then the dumbass wakes you up.

Good going, Wil.

Your tail is quickly no longer a tail, and you've got him underwater before he can realise what's actually going on.

Cue Wilford pulling out his gun.

You shriek, and swim down before he can fire it.

Wil. You scared them.

You come back up soon enough, having decided that he's not worth the risk.

He's sat at the edge of the lake, and he sees you come up a few metres away

He waves, and you wave back to entertain him.

T i m e S k i p ?

You're now inseparable. Wilford literally forced the other egos to help him install a giant pool, as lake-like as possible, for you.

Obviously you're glad.

The others are a bit confused as to why Wil decided to just...date a Siren.

Singing him to sleep? Yes. Please.

Oh, the possibilities.

Damien

At this point I've run out of creatures so kaboom you're a Peryton, a Deer with the wings of a Bird

He's just walking out in the woods one night when he sees a deer, with two blobs on it's back.

He decides to go closer to check the deer out, and upon seeing you properly, he gasps.

This causes you to look at him, and freeze like a deer in headlights (ha!)

He edges closer, slowly, making soft clicking noises as he goes.

You continue to watch, sensing that he's got no malice about him, and let him come close enough.

He's got no idea what you are, but he's amazed anyways.

He reaches out and gently begins to pet your wings.

It's very nice.

Eventually he has to leave, but you don't want him too so bam, human time.

He's. Shook.

He doesn't know how to respond.

Congrats, you've broken him.

He decides to let you stay the night at his, though.

It takes him a while to get used to you but when he does, he becomes a bean.

Absolutely adorable, Damien is.

If he ever cooks food for you both, remind him that you physically cannot eat meat.

Please, he's trying his best.

God he's so soft.

[thelastspeecher]

👤 - cryptid, Stanley Mcgucket.

👤 - cryptid

The tie to the prompt for this is pretty tenuous, but I mean…what even is a cryptid?  Can a phoenix count?  I’m gonna say yes, bc otherwise, this doesn’t feel like a cryptid prompt at all.  More of an excuse to build upon the Stan turned into a phoenix you posted yesterday (which I still can’t get over).  And you said that took place in the Stanley McGucket AU, so…  I think it counts.  And there’s a mention of Bigfoot at the beginning just in case.

Send me an emoji and I’ll write you a ficlet!

               “Aren’t ya worried you’ll losePrometheus?” Fiddleford asked Ford as they hiked through the forest.  Ford looked at Stan, who was resolutelyclinging to his shoulder.  

               “No, he’ll be fine.  He seems to have bonded with me.”

               “Maybe it’s ‘cause ya treatedhis injuries,” Fiddleford suggested.

               “Hmm, perhaps.”  

               Or it’s ‘causeI’m your twin brother and if I leave, ya won’t be able to fix me.  

               “Regardless,” Ford continued, “hecan fly to safety if things get hairy. Can’t you, Prometheus?”  Whenaddressing Stan, he slipped into the slightly condescending tone people usedwith their pets.

               Goddammit, I wish I could give him the cold shoulder for talkin’ to melike that.  But then he’ll get allworried and take me back to his house or somethin’.  Stan trilled softly to appease Ford.

               “See?  He’s quite a remarkable creature,” Fordsaid.  “A full two weeks of studying, andI still have more to learn about him.”

               Oh, great.  Does this mean you’regonna “examine” me again?  Leave me with some dignity, Sixer.  The nerdy name ya gave me is bad enough.  Stan trilled again and ruffled his feathers.  

               “Prometheus, I’m glad you asked,”Ford said brightly.

               Askedwhat, Poindexter?

               “Today, we’re going to trackdown bigfoot.  Well, a bigfoot.  If I’m correct,there’s an entire colony of them that lives near Gravity Falls.  The area here can be rather hazardous, but Ithink Fiddleford and myself are up to the task.”

               “Fantastic,” Fiddlefordmuttered.  Stan clacked his beak a coupletimes.  “I ain’t happy neither, Prometheus.”  Stan bobbed his head.

               Ford, you should take lessons on bird body language from Fidds.  He knows what he’s doin’.  Fiddleford smiled kindly at Stan.  

               “Yer phoenix is quite thegentleman.  Fer a bird.”

               “I’ve been saying it since dayone: Prometheus is far more docile than I expected,” Ford agreed.  “I mean, when he first saw me, he didn’tattack, like I expected.  He just…satthere.”

               Yep.  That was a hell of a mistakeon my part.  Stan squawked.  Startled by the noise, Ford tripped over aloose rock.  Stan lost his grip on Ford’sshoulder, but remembered to flap his wings before he hit the ground.  He landed on a nearby log.

               “Prometheus, don’t do that!”Ford scolded.  “Imagine what could havehappened!  You cannot make sudden noiseswhen we’re out in the field!”

               Oh, fuck off!  Stan screechedloudly.  Ford crossed his arms.

               “Prometheus, no!  No extra noise!  Bad bird!”

               “Bad bird”?  Stan felt hisanger making him hotter by the second.  I’m not a bird!  I’m not your damn pet, Ford!  

               “Cheese ‘n crackers!” Fiddlefordgasped, stumbling backwards.  Stanblinked.

               What’s his deal?  He lookeddown at his body.  It was completelyengulfed in flames.  Go fuckin’ figure.  I killedmyself by gettin’ mad.

               “Fascinating,” Fordmurmured.  Stan rolled his eyes.

               Of course Ford would say that.  He’sbeen waitin’ for me to do the phoenix thing since he saw me.  Stan nestled down.  Mightas well get comfy.  Who knows how long it’lltake for me to be “reborn” or whatever.

—– 

               A full two weeks afteraccidentally “igniting his resurrection” (as Ford put it), Stan stood on his perchand watched Ford scribble something down in his journal.  

               Probably more nonsense about how I’m “fascinating” or whatever.  Stan idly scratched his cheek with one darktalon.  Only bright side is that I’m back to my right age.  Don’t ever wanna grow up as a birdagain.  Gettin’ those flight feathersitched like hell.  And Moses, it wasembarrassin’, havin’ Ford feed me by hand like that.  Stan’s feathers puffed up.  This isall fuckin’ bullshit.  He squawkedirritably.  Ford looked over.  

               “What is it, Prometheus?  Something wrong?”

               Yeah, ya named me “Prometheus”! Stan squawked again.  Ford walked tohim, to check his food and water.

               “Hmm, you don’t seem to need anyrefreshments.  Perhaps somecompanionship?” Ford said, stroking Stan’s back.  Stan fumed silently.  “Ever since you resurrected, you’ve beenincredibly grumpy.  Maybe some scratcheson the good spot would make you feel better?”

               Don’t use that damn baby voice on me, Sixer, you-  Stan’s angry train of thought was cut shortby Ford scratching the top of his head. He closed his eyes.  Dammit. That is the good spot.  Fuck you, Ford.  Stan let out a low, satisfied trill.  Ford smiled.

               “That always seems to cheer youup.  I just wish I could communicate withyou.  It’s strange, that, unlike the mundanebirds you resemble, you appear to be unable to talk.”  Stan hummed softly, barely paying attentionto Ford.  “You have a remarkableintelligence, though.  I wonder if Icould teach you to communicate through some other means.”  Stan’s eyes shot open.  He bobbed his head up and down eagerly.  “Oh! Well, I’ll start brainstorming ideas for that, then,” Ford said.  He frowned thoughtfully.  “Maybe I could give you a pen, attempt toteach you to write.”  

               Holy shit, Stanford, yes! Please, do it!  Get me outta here!  Stan squawked excitedly.  

               “I have a pen here somewhere,”Ford muttered, going back to his desk. Fiddleford walked into Ford’s study. “Hello, Fiddleford.”

               “Stanford, I just got a callfrom my folks,” Fiddleford said.  At theconcerned tone in his voice, Ford looked up. “They were askin’ when Stan ‘ll come back to Gumption.”

               “…I thought he never left.”

               “No, apparently, he did leave.  And he called ‘em when he got to GravityFalls.  But we haven’t seen him.”  Stan squawked.

               “No, Prometheus, the pen willhave to wait,” Ford said.  “This isurgent.”

               No no no no no!  The pen is urgent!  Stan squawked again.

               “Pen?” Fiddleford asked.

               “I’m going to attempt tocommunicate with him again.  Maybe teachhim to write.  That’s what the pen wouldbe for,” Ford explained.  Fiddlefordstared at Stan, his brow furrowed.

               “Ya found Prometheus the sameday my folks say Stan arrived in Gravity Falls.”

               “So?”

               “And those feathers on his head,”Fiddleford continued, “they look an awful lot like Stan’s hair.”  Stan let out a screech.

               Yes!  It’s about damn time!  Ford and Fiddleford stared at Stan for a fewseconds.  Come on, someone fuckin’ do somethin’!  Fiddleford cleared his throat.

               “…Stanford, we should prob’lyget this bird a pen.”

[gentlethorns]

reader’s questionnaire

i was tagged by @ivy-the-africanprincess. thank you lovey!

1. which book has been on your shelves the longest? probably lisey’s story by stephen king. of course i read stuff before i started reading stephen king – stephen king would’ve been a little hardcore for, say, a second-grader – but most of those books are packed away in boxes, seeing as i have no intentions of rereading them.

2. what is your last read, what is your current read, and what is your next read? my last read was the great gatsby (it was school reading, but it was a good book). my current read is it by stephen king (this is the third time i’ve reread it). as for my next read, i’m not sure. i have a lot of dean koontz books i haven’t read yet. it’ll probably either be one of those, or i’ll reread the shining. (again.)

3. which books does everyone like that you hate? this is hard, because i have different reading tastes than most people around me, nor can i say i’ve ever really come across a book that i hate. i guess if i had to pick something, i’d say jane eyre – at certain points it was good, but the majority of the time it bored me to tears. the only reason i finished it was i had to read it for school.

4. which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t? maybe harry potter and the cursed child. i keep meaning to buy it, but i haven’t gotten around to it.

5. which book are you saving for retirement? hard to say – i’m too young to have planned that far, not to mention that in my planned career (an author), there isn’t necessarily a “retirement” – i’d just keep writing, continuously.

6. last page: read it first or wait til the end? wait til the end! what kind of maniac reads it first?? it could spoil everything!

7. acknowledgements: waste of ink and space or interesting aside? interesting aside. i always love seeing authors thank everybody – it’s cool to remember that authors can’t do everything on their own. if it takes a village to raise a child, then it also takes a village to write a book.

8. which book character would you trade places with? this is going to sound absurd and probably masochistic, but harry potter. he’s a wizard and that’s freaking awesome! and yes, i’m aware i could trade places with a side character and still be a wizard but without all the angst of being the boy (girl) who lived, but let’s face it, i love being in the spotlight. (not to mention harry got a lot of privileges that side characters didn’t, because harry was the chosen one. and yes, i’m perfectly willing to take on all the baggage harry had just for those privileges.)

9. do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life? (a person, a place, a time, etc.) it (the book i’m reading now) used to remind me of fall of last year, but i’ve reread it too many times. christine by stephen king also reminds me of fall of last year, to an extent. i’m sure that if i reread the alienist by caleb carr it would remind me of spring of this year (i’ve only read it once, and it’s a damn good book – i haven’t reread it yet bc i first read it in march or april and rereading it this soon is too soon). also, the tommyknockers by stephen king might remind me of december of 2014. AND harry potter and the order of the phoenix reminds me of december of 2015 – i used that book as an escape from the pain of my first breakup.

10. name a book you acquired in some interesting way. i actually have 27 dean koontz books that i acquired in an interesting way: i wrote a letter to dean koontz, and he replied with a handwritten letter and a box of books, all signed with personal inscriptions. of course, i don’t touch the books he sent me – they’re safe in storage, because knowing me, they’d get dirty and/or bent/folded if i read them. not because i don’t take care of my books, but because i take my books everywhere when i’m in the process of reading them, and that naturally results in a bit of wear and tear.

11. have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person? no. this sounds selfish, but i don’t give away my books – i barely lend them out, because they come to mean so much to me (and because i’m a compulsive rereader and never know when i’ll want to revisit an old favorite). i lent the talisman by stephen king and peter straub to my ex boyfriend once, because he’d been talking about how much he loved fantasy and the talisman popped into my mind because i thought it would be right up his alley – i don’t know if it was or not, because we broke up before he could get very far (he didn’t read much because he was working every day until nine or ten at night, and then he had homework on top of that). (he actually almost ended up keeping the book, but i did ask for it back, because it’s one of my favorites and because i’ve handwritten notes on the symbolism and thematic work in the storyline and didn’t want to lose my analyses.) that was one of two times i can remember loaning out a book – the other was to my best friend, because i’d been talking about the book and how good it was and i thought she just had to read it. (she loved it too, and now we’re waiting to save enough money to buy the rest of the series.)

12. which book has been with you to the most places? i’d say the shining. it’s been to my house, my grandmother’s house, various doctor’s appointments, arizona, school, and off-campus school events.

13. any required reading you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later? i can’t say yet, considering i’m still in high school. maybe when i’m twenty five jane eyre won’t seem so bad??

14. what is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book? the only unexpected thing i can ever remember finding in a book was a note that said something along the lines of “you have great taste in reading. enjoy the book! - your fellow reader”. it was in a copy of a tale of two cities that i’d checked out from a public library, because my english final was the next day and i hadn’t read half of the book. (irresponsible, i know, but our class discussions of it bored me and i had other things i wanted to do.) that note cheered me up a bit, so whoever they are, i hope good things happen to them.

15. used or brand-new? i don’t mind either way. brand new books are great, but not only are the expensive, they don’t stay brand new for long – again, that wear and tear from being toted around everywhere. but sometimes used books are written in, and i don’t like that.

16. stephen king: literary genius or opiate of the masses? *deep inhale* my time has come. i could talk for days … weeks … months … years about stephen king, but let’s leave it at this: he’s a fucking genius. i enjoy some of his books quite a bit more than others – the shining, i think, was his best work; it and christine are close followers, not to mention night shift, his book of short stories, or hearts in atlantis, or pet sematary, or ‘salem’s lot – but overall he’s a master. not only of horror, although that is his undeniable main attraction, but also of psychological thrills: all my favorite works by him (as i’ve named above: the shining, christine and it) have degrees of psychological horror at play, as opposed to only jumpscares. however, even his jumpscares are worth the $17.99 i pay for a brand new copy at barnes & nobles. (and his nonfiction work about writing, called on writing, is also a masterpiece.)

17. have you ever seen a movie you liked more than the book? so far, no. i’ve heard the movies for the maze runner series are better than the books, but i still haven’t gotten around to reading the maze runner series, so i’m not sure yet.

18. conversely, which book should never have been introduced to celluloid? dreamcatcher by stephen king. the film was obscure – something a tv station made, not any huge blockbuster; it didn’t even air in theatres – but they changed the ending completely, and the way they changed it completely changed the theme of the book (not to mention kind of demonized mentally disabled characters, but that’s my opinion). watching it left me both laughing at the ridiculousness and pissed off.

19. have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry (cookbooks excluded)? not that i remember, but i’m sure i have. i’m always hungry.

20. who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take? no one’s, really – i read my own interests and don’t often take others’ into account (not because i’m snobbish but because i actually forget to check out the stuff they recommend). the person whose book recommendations i’m most likely to take is probably my mother – she first introduced me to stephen king, and because she opened that door for me, i trust her judgment a lot. in fact, one of the reasons i haven’t read the dark tower series by him is because my mom said she could never properly get into it, so i think it might bore me as well. lately, though, i’ve been thinking about starting the series, just to see if i do like it.

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