#wild-nirvana

[the-great-bonkings]

THIS WILD RABBIT SAT THERE FOR 20 MINUTES AND LISTENED TO ME SPEAK ABOUT EVERYTHING AND NOTHING IN A LANGUAGE SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND TILL MY TRAIN ARRIVED IF SHE COULD UNDERSTAND OR REPLY SHE WOULD SPEAK OF GRASS AND FUR AND FEAR IN THE TONGUE OF ELAHREHRAH THE PRINCE OF A THOUSAND ENEMIES AND THE BLACK MAIDEN OF INLAY UNDER THE FRITH. HOW DO I SCREAM IN RABBIT I THINK I'VE REACHED THE NIRVANA OF THE TRUE RELIGION. SHE CAN'T REPLY BECAUSE HER KIND DON'T HAVE A LANGUAGE, BUT JUST THINK WHAT IF SHE'S WONDERED ABOUT SOMETHING MORE THAN EATING RUNNING AND REPRODUCING??!! WHAT IF SHE KNEW THERE WAS MORE, THAT YOU COULD SPEAK OF A STAMPING FOOT INSTEAD OF JUST DOING SO, AND SHE COULDN'T EVEN CONVEY THOSE THOUGHTS TO HER FELLOWS, IT WOULD BE HELL ITSELF. BUT THE KNOWING ITSELF WOULD BE MADNESS, FOR FROM FRITH'S VIEW, DOING SOMETHING OTHER THAN WHAT YOUR BODY TELLS YOU IS MADNESS, SO WHAT IF WE ARE THE MAD ONES AND THEY ARE SANE, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE BEING BORN TO COLOURED MADNESS AND SHE TO HELLISH SANITY?! HOW DO I SCREAM IN RABBIT???!!!!

[daughter-of-sapph0]

transitioning could have saved her

[this post is about Kurt Colbain]

[creepysunsetzzz]

Imma tell my kids this was Kurt Cobain

[friedwizardwhispers]

Thirteen years ago, when he came back to the capital:

[zootopiathingz]

If Nick was 32 in 2016, then that means that he was a kid in the 90's, which further means that he listens to Nirvana don't @ me

Oh he absolutely does. Nick was a teenager in the late 90s so you know his angsty pessimistic ass was listening to every album on repeat for hours

[freckleslikestars]

as you are, as you were

@imasquint made this post. I wrote something for the first time in...months

Post-series Halloween discussion of vampires and a 25 year old argument

1504 words, read here on AO3

She’s tearing around the house, cape flying out behind her, and it’s clear she’s had far too much candy already, but Scully can only hope that it’ll wear her little body out and she’ll sleep through the night for once. Of course, it’s an unrealistic hope - the kid inherited her father’s distaste for sleep, and she’s all but given up on expecting early nights and lay-ins. Fake fangs sink into her wrist and she looks down with the intent to scold, only to soften at the mischievous hazel eyes gazing up at her. ‘No biting, kiddo.’

‘But I’m a vampire!’ She lisps, and, honestly, what hope is there for the world with the amount of cuteness before her going into it. Maybe she’s getting soft in her old age, but Scully’s convinced that her daughter could take over the whole world with just a sly smile and a flash of innocent eyes. 

‘Yes, you are, darling,’ she lifts her onto her hip, ‘but vampires don’t bite their mommies.’

‘Actually, Renesmee did,’ Jackson points out, ruffling his sister’s hair as he passes, chucking her a chocolate kiss as he takes one for himself from the bowl.

And of course that’s when Mulder has to stick his head around the corner, ‘firstly, Renesmee was only half vampire. And secondly, more importantly, she was fictional. Twilight vampires don’t count.’ 

‘How come? What makes one vampire design more valid than another?’

‘They’re glittery , Jackson.’

‘And? Maybe, Stephanie Meyer was actually being incredibly clever and you’re just prejudiced.’

Scully frowns, ‘isn’t she pro-life and mormon? Either way, please don’t get your father upset about vampires again.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ they cry out in harmony, flinging hands into the air. 

‘I do not get upset about vampires.’ Scully raises an eyebrow at him, and he holds up a defensive hand, ‘I’m merely passionate.’ He’s outdone himself with the family’s costumes this year, a clan of vampires in thrifted old suits and deep red gowns, black capes with red lace stitched around the collar. It surprised Scully when he suggested the first year that he wanted to try and make a Halloween costume for the baby, surprised her even more when he taught himself to sew with YouTube videos and presented her with a tiny astronaut costume. And each year since he’s improved, making whatever the kid asks for. ‘You’re not dressed.’

‘It’s a dress and a cape, Mulder, it’s not going to take me five minutes. Besides, we’ve still got an hour before the party, and the more you get her excited, the more riled up she’s gonna be in the car.’

‘She’s fine, aren’t you, Beanieboo,’ he kisses her forehead before she squirms out of her mother’s arms, dropping to the floor and going back to running circles around the living room. ‘There’s green contacts on the counter in the bathroom. Jackson, there’s some for you, too, if you want.’

He looks up at his parents sceptically, ‘you know, I don’t think green eyes are part of the lore.’

‘Vampires have green eyes, Jackson. I know: I’ve seen them.’

Scully sighs, shakes her head, ‘vampires can have whatever colour eyes you want them to, because they’re not real.’

Mulder groans and drops his head back, yelling out to the ceiling, ‘how are you still denying it after all these years? We met them. You had a thing for one.’

‘Sheriff Hartwell was not a vampire. And, more importantly, I didn’t have a thing for him.’

‘Oh, my god. Then how do you explain what happened?’ it’s like nothing’s changed. They’re married and they live in a little house with a meadow and two kids, it’s twenty five years later, but they’re still having the same old argument, and he for one wouldn’t change a thing.

She looks at him, disbelieving, ‘we were drugged, Mulder. Chloral hydrate. I even have the lab reports to prove it.’

‘Doesn’t explain how Ronnie Strickland survived a stake to the heart.’

‘As I stated in my report at the time, we can fairly confidently hypothesise that you missed his heart.’

‘Oh, we can “fairly confidently hypothesise,” can we? You declared him dead.’ 

‘Yes, and for that, I am gravely sorry. As I did back then, I theorise that he went into shock, his heart stopped for a moment whilst I was checking for his pulse, and then, perhaps, his heart…restarted again.’

‘Spontaneously?’

‘Potentially…’

‘Oh, and nobody noticed? Not the paramedics, not the mortuary staff?’

‘He was in a coma. His life signs were so low they didn’t register, but he was still ticking over, in the background.’

Mulder scoffs, shakes his head, ‘and you think that’s likely?’

‘Well, stranger things have happened.’

‘I mean, it does seem pretty implausible,’ Jackson comments from his perch on the back of the sofa. He’s grabbed a bag of popcorn from the kitchen and is feeding it to his sister as they watch the debate.

The glare Jackson gets from his mother is like nothing he’s seen before, ‘oh, so you’re more willing to believe in vampires?’

He shrugs, ‘I exist.’

‘You’re a miracle, that’s different.’

‘Now, how come miracles exist, but vampires don’t?’ Mulder asks, stealing a handful of popcorn.

‘Miracles are an act of God.’

Jackson shakes his head, ‘nun-uh, can’t use God as a get out of jail free card; it’s too Descartesian.’

‘“Too Descartesian”? How is it “too Descartesian” ?’

Mulder gives her a shit-eating grin and high-fives his son, ‘Descartes had a habit of using God to get out of sticky fallacies. Ergo , it’s too Descartesian.’

‘So, by your logic, if I can’t use God to justify unexplained happenings, you can’t use vampires?’

‘Nope. I have rational reason to believe the population of Chainey, Texas were, in fact, vampires.’

‘What rational reason could you possibly have?’

‘Fang marks.’

‘Ronnie was wearing fake fangs, Mulder. Less convincing ones, might I add, than you’ve made for all of us.’

‘Okay. Just the fact that there were bite marks, that it was very clear they were drinking people's blood.’

‘ Simulated bite marks. Besides, cannibalism doesn’t necessitate vampirism.’

At this point, the five-year-old asks a whispered ‘what’s cabinateism?’ To her brother, and he grins, gnashes his teeth as he tickles her, and hisses, ‘it means eating people, like I’m gonna do to you when I’ve fattened you up nicely with all this candy.’ She squeals and runs away, peels of laughter following her around the living room as he lopes off to chase her, and the vampire debate halts for a moment for both parents to watch, a mix of amusement and concern playing across each of their faces. 

‘Do you think she’s too young to hear all this?’

‘Mm. Probably. Do you think it’s why she doesn’t sleep?’

‘Mm. Probably not. She doesn’t have nightmares.’

‘She’s fine, right?’

‘She’s laughing.’

‘Yeah, she’s fine,’ he pulls his wife in for a kiss, grins when she pulls back.

‘The population of the town of Dudley, Arkansas, were eating people, and they weren’t vampires.’

‘No, but they did have extended lifespans. It’s an interesting possibility to consider, though; the idea that cannibalism and vampirism could be linked. I mean, Barbara Beaumont looked like she was in her early thirties when she was eighty.’

‘She was a mentally ill woman who was heading a cult.’

‘Okay. What about Countess Báthory? She bathed in the virginal blood of young girls to keep her young.’

‘Mulder, firstly, no, she didn’t. There’s no mention in the historical texts of bathing in young girls blood until many years after her death. Secondly, whilst, yes, she probably did torture and murder some girls, the voracity with which she reportedly did so has probably been greatly overstated. And, thirdly, she was fifty when she was arrested, and wealthy. Any reports of her remaining youthful probably had to do with the fact that she wasn’t living in poverty, and most of the witnesses were. What are you looking at?’

He’s grinning at her, boyish and charming still to this day, ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you than I am right now.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she quirks an eyebrow, gives a sly smirk. There’s a crimson gown hanging up in their wardrobe that he’s been talking about for months. She’s going to powder her face and curl her hair and wear red lace panties underneath. She’s going to put in the fangs he’s made for her, and ignore how itchy the coloured contacts are, and spend the whole night encouraging her kid to hurtle around the Halloween party at full speed so that when they come home, she sleeps, and they have a guaranteed four hours in which they can lock the bedroom door. ‘So what you’re saying is, I really don’t need to go and put on my costume?’ His face falls, and her grin widens as she pats him on the chest, ‘don’t worry, I’m heading up now. Hey, why don’t you tell the kids about the Flukeman whilst you wait?’ 

tagging @today-in-fic

[daisies-and-caramel]

Obsessed with Matt Johnson’s alt image on letterboxd

[moghedien]

when I’m at an amusement park around a bunch of dads having the worst days of their lives and surrounded by people experiencing unhealthy amounts of stress for vacation, I am literally at my most peaceful and zen

[burningcrab]

the mariners may not be doing well but at least the astros are doing worse

[incorrect-web-novels]

“average person dies 2 times a year" factoid is actually just a statistical error. Average person dies once in their life. Self-sacrificial Georg, who kills himself over and over, is an outlier and should not have been counted

[vasconacho]

🦜 NÍRVANA 🦅

[cat-eye-nebula]

Men that are vocally quiet like a tomb stone during sex - BORING.

[the-angel-of-the-bottomless-pit]

🎤🧛🏻‍♀️

Just realized he looks like he's singing lol

🎤- what album or song is currently on repeat for you right now?

When i start listening to stuff on repeat it's usually like a random group of them so-

🧛🏻‍♀️- what’s your favorite horror character/ monster?

GRABOIDS. shoutout to assblasters though just because that is so fucking funny to have as a monster's name.

[deus-ex-mona]

s o b b i n g

[littletroubledgrrrl]

Before Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit", there was Skid Row's "Youth Gone Wild" (teenage youth anthems)

Before Pearl Jam's "Jeremy", there was Skid Row's "18 and Life" (songs that tell real life stories about troubled teenagers with guns)

Before Soundgarden's "Jesus Christ Pose", there was Skid Row's "Slave to the Grind" (there are parts of "Jesus Christ Pose" that sound like the guitar riff to "Slave To the Grind")

Before Stone Temple Pilots' "Sex Type Thing", there was Skid Row's "Piece of Me" (the songs sound alike at times)

[epersonae]

got reminded of this song this morning (thx @batsarebetterthanpeople for triggering me looking up 1989-91 goth/goth-adjacent music) and POV: you are watching Ed Teach roll up to the club