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dreamy aesthetics
- flickering neon motel signs that always seem to be missing a really significant letter rendering the glowing word or phrase meaningless
- carnivals that move from town to town; the air hot and ripe with secrets and the sugar-icing scent of cotton candy
- those nights when the wind sounds like the breath of the beautiful stranger sleeping next to you
- crop circles and fields of singed grass where local residents claim alien ships land on the darker eves of the year
- the back alleys of the dingiest night club on the block that look like places where serial killers claim their victims or superheroes swoop to the rescue or cults practice witchcraft
- those nineties themed diners with rollerblading waiters, jukeboxes and cold fries but bucketlist worthy milkshakes
- sitting atop a rooftop you skilfully climbed up but with a terrifying prospect of getting down, pointing to every star that never granted you wishes running your hands through your best friend’s hair and the air feels like warm milk in the throat
- listening to a stream gurgling and gargling rocks in a forest so green it’s like sitting in the heart of an emerald
- binge watching the X-Files in your pajamas there’s chocolate chip ice cream and your two dogs are cuddled up against you, one on your lap and the other curled around your ankles
- greenhouses that swim with sunlight all these exotic flowers that you can’t name aquamarine and scarlet and canary yellow blooms it smells like dirt and honeysuckle and budding life
More “wtf are humans, please leave the rest of us be” stuff:
Human reactions to fear!
No, I’m not talking about screaming or freezing in one spot and pissing yourself. I’m talking about the weirder, more specific-to-only-humans fear reactions.
Like singing.
Idk how many of you have watched people play horror video games, but a surprising amount of people start narrating what’s going on in a sing-song voice.
Imagine being an alien, walking in a horrific, dark tunnel with these weird gangly creatures, you’re all scared out of your wits and then one of them starts fucking singing.
In a dark cave. While everyone’s terrified.
“ ♫ ~We are all gonna fucking die, this is terrible and I wanna go hooooome~ ♬ ”
Daisy is not impressed. (via 1158pm)
T5W - Sci-Fi and Fantasy Books
Top Five Wednesday was created by GingerReadsLainey and you can find the Goodreads group here. This week's theme is our favorite science fiction and fantasy books of all time.
5. His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman
His Dark Materials was the first deep fantasy series I was exposed to in my youth and I fell deeply in love with it. I read the omnibus, so I don’t have any real distinction between the three books within the trilogy, and to be honest I don’t remember the last 100 or so pages, but it left a huge impact on me and my reading habits during high school.
4. Cinder by Marissa Meyer
Of the five books mentioned here, Cinder was my most recent read and is the freshest in my mind. I have a real soft spot in my heart for retellings, and this book is no exception. I have yet to read the rest of the series but I cannot wait to get into them.
3. Red Rising by Pierce Brown
Red Rising is absolutely one of my top favorite books of all time. It was a lot more political than I was expecting it to be, and it was extremely satisfying. However, I was a sobbing mess during some of the later points. There are some things I’ll never forgive Pierce Brown for. But besides these grievances, this book was on point. The character development in Darrow was fantastic. I love this book so much. If you haven’t read it yet, go do it.
2. The Martain by Andy Weir
The Martain is such a good book. Mark’s dark humor about his situation is perfect and Andy Weir is a fantastic author. I adore all books set in or about space and this one is the best space book I’ve read so far. Plus, it’s the most beautiful book I have ever owned.
1. Life As We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer
Life As We Knew It sparked my adoration of epistolary fiction. It’s a hyper realistic apocalypse novel, and it’s an extremely emotional book. You will cry and it will make you feel things very deeply. It’s hyper realisitic in the way that the main character will stop writing for upwards of a month because she ran out of paper, and you get scared because anything could have happened in that month. I’d highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.
ok but i honestly think one of the most unbelievable things about hogwarts is that fact that the school is in scotland and there is basically no scottish culture to be found so i’m gonna list some headcanons facts that definitely happen at hogwarts.
the three broomsticks havin to start selling irn bru due to popular demand
muggleborns desperately trying to find out if any of the made up animals they grew up hearing about are real
resulting in a two month waiting list to check out any book in the library relating to haggis, nessie, kelpies etc.
muggleborns finding out that nessie IS in fact real and being pissed as hell that they can’t tell their friends back home
500 miles being played at any and every event
speaking of events
y’all are telling me that mcgonagall, a SCOTTISH witch was in charge of teaching the kids to dance for the yule ball and she dinnae have them up doing the gay gordons????? strip the willow???? dashing white sergeant?????
nah fam the yule ball was exclusively a ceilidh
burns night is a thing™ and the feast is literally just haggis, neeps and tatties
(maybe a veggie haggie and mince and tatties for the fussy folk who willnae go near haggis but that’s your lot)
that one kid that has a highland cow patronus
lokchart at one point tried to play the bagpipes
it was horrifc
the kids pissing themselves when they find out lockhart tried to track down the “weetimorousbeastie” (x) bc as we all know a timorous beastie is in fact a mouse
students trying to set up games of creaothceann (x) without getting caught
while the WSSRU (wizarding supporters of scottish rugby union) (x) just wanna get a nice game of rugby going
it’s like 482043940982x less sunny and more windy than the books/films make it out to be
I love this and i have no idea what half of it means, especially “maybe a veggie haggie and mince and tatties for the fussy folk who willnae go near haggis but that’s your lot”
I have no idea what a good portion of this is but I love it
All the gods of myth and legend are real, but having your prayers answered depends on discovering which god can hear you. You figured out which god is listening to your prayers, but they’re not what you expected.
Suzy was dissapointed. Most people her age had discovered their deity so far, and she was starting to think she was godless. She turned the next page of McBayers’ Little Book of Deities, and tried reading their names aloud to see if she’d get a reaction. It had taken her weeks just to get through Chinese spirits and deities, and had finally reached the first page of Egyptian Gods and you.
“Ammit? Amun? Anhur?” Nothing. Her heart slowly sank again. Three more tries, and she’d stop for now.
“Anubis?”
The ground shook. The lights in Suzy’s room flickered and went out. A single flame hovered in the middle of the room, and as it grew to a blaze it changed form. Within the blink of an eye, there was a tall figure standing in Suzy’s room. The body of a man, and the head of a jackal. His eyes shone bright as he peered at her.
WHAT IS IT, SUZY OF THE HOUSE MILLER?
“You’re the deity that answers my prayers?”
INDEED. I, ANUBIS, WHO RULES OVER THE LAND OF THE DEAD, IS HERE TO ANSWER YOUR REQUESTS.
Suzy thought for a moment. “O great and mighty Anubis who rules over the afterlife, can I please have a puppy?”
Anubis seemed taken aback.
IN THE CENTURIES THAT I HAVE BEEN PRAYED TO, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE BEEN REQUESTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS. CHILD, HOW OLD ARE YOU?
“I’m eight and a half. My mommy says that if I can take care of a puppy, I can keep it.”
ARE YOU CERTAIN YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ME TO BRING PLAGUES UPON YOUR ENEMIES OR WEIGH A SOUL FOR YOU?
Suzy shook her head. “I want a puppy.”
CHILD, IN TRUTH THIS WISH I CANNOT GRANT. MY JOB HAS BEEN TO BRING PEACE AND LEAD SOULS INTO THE AFTERLIFE, NOTHING MORE. IF I WERE TO CREATE A HOUND FOR YOU, IT WOULD BE FORMED OF BONE AND SOUL ALONE.
Suzy thought for a second. She would have liked to have a nice fluffy puppy, but then she remembered how Aunt Marge’s Sphinx cat was still nice, even without fur.
“No fur is fine, as long as they don’t bite and make a mess.”
Anubis nodded, and raised a hand. Underneath his palm an intricate symbol appeared on the floor. It glowed bright, and the floorboards burst apart. Up sprang a massive skeletal dog, bigger than suzy herself. Its eye sockets held blue flame, and its jaw hang partly open in a perpetual grin. It slowly walked over to Suzy and nuzzled her.
“What does it eat?”
IT WILL NOT NEED SUSTENANCE, AND WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO SERVE ITS NEW MASTER. I HOPE THIS WILL SUFFICE.”
“I love it. Thank you, Anubis.”
Anubis looked slightly taken aback, but nodded peacefully.
FAREWELL FOR NOW, SUZY OF THE MILLERS. IF YOU EVER NEED ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE BUT TO ASK ME.
Suzy nodded, and ran over to her parents’ room to show them her new dog. She was pretty sure they couldn’t object to this pet.
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concept: I have time to read. I am curled up in blanket by a fire with warm cocoa. I do not run out of snacks.
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Headcanon: Professor McGonagall has a muggle wife she never mentions to the students, because they never ask.
Four years after Harry’s left Hogwarts he visits McGonagall’s home to talk her out of retirement, and the door is opened by a woman he doesn’t recognise. Confused, he introduces himself and asks to see McGonagall. The woman recognises the name and invites him in, saying Minerva will be home soon. She then talks a mile a minute, but not about the war - about the stories she’s heard about the golden trio from their head of house. About how Harry stood up to Umbridge, and how clever Hermione was, and how Ron had been able to beat her chess game, and how PROUD Minerva was of them all.
By the time McGonagall does arrive, Harry and her wife are chatting like old friends. Minvera’s wife calls her things like “Darling” and “Pumpkin.” Harry cannot believe his ears.
Harry is invited to tea every Wednesday from then on. He always looks forward to it.
🌟 SPACE 🌟
Werewolves are stereotyped as ravenous monsters because the transformations burn so many calories that they’re essentially starving afterwords. The more “controlled” werewolves are just the ones who figured this out and loaded up on calories beforehand, whereas the “wild” ones assume it’s part of their wolfish nature to hunt and eat whatever’s nearby.
The transformation back burns calories too, but by that point they’re exhausted from running around in the woods all night, not to mention the physical strain of two transformations. And filthy people showing up at Denny’s in the early morning are assumed to be hungover, so the ravenous beast idea is applied only to the wolf half.
are you suggesting people who eat at denny’s are essentially werewolves
not just essentially
i love shrikes because they’re horrible little carnivores whose feeding habits are grim enough to earn then the nickname ‘butcherbird’ but they look like this
Today I learned that the university of Coimbra in Portugal has a great 18th-century library, the Biblioteca Joanina, that maintains a colony of bats to effectively control the population of paper-eating insects called papirófagos. These bats are less than an inch long. They roost during the day behind the bookcases and come out at night. There doesn’t seem to be any English word for papirófago, a cursory search turns up no details about what sort of insect they are, and ngl I am slightly concerned about them as a phenomenon. But I think my overarching point here is clear:
This library keeps tiny bats that look after the books.
I’m here for tiny bats saving books.
Look at their little faces, they’re good bats.
I trust them and I think they’re doing a good job