Alyssa

Avid Reader in a continuous slump. Neuroscience student. Biromantic Asexual.

[aaloosshitposting]

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

[charlataninred]

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

[meraarts]

Might I add:

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

[eater-of-hopes-and-dreams]

The adventures of a space roomba

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head

[blitzlowin]

hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):

The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)

The Monster of Sentan

The Witch’s Cat

Raise Both Children

Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)

Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)

My Arch Nemesis Cynthia

Pirates and Mermaid

Eindred and the Witch

The Demon King

The Cornerwitch

Grandmother Beetroot

Apocalypse Daycare Worker

Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon

New Year Saga

A Story About Changelings

Ranger in the King’s Forest

The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit

Goblin Men (Canines)

[charlataninred]

I am in love with you /p

[the-thread-of-the-infinite]

What about the one with the princess locked in a tower learning to become a wizard? That’s lived in my mind for years and I haven’t seen it in a long time

[death-of-the-endless]

Oh, love that story, adding it to the list: 20. Princess Talia and adding a few more contenders 21. Thyme 22. The Monster under the Bed 23. A Meaningful Death 24. Humans are unstoppable…until they aren’t 25. The Monster under the Fridge 26. Antler Guy 27. Cleric slamming healing spells

[death-of-the-endless]

Adding a few more I remembered:  28. The Frog and the Scorpion 29. HSTHETE 30. The First Witch in the World 31. Imagine that Oceans were replaced by Forests  32. A Faerie taking a Name  33. The Dragon on the Farm  34. Synovus & Menace  35. Raising the Anti-Christ  36. Aliens vs. Flora & Fauna of Earth (pretty sure there are even more additions to the original post but I had this one saved)  37. Doctors without Borders…in Space!  38. The Villain-Wrangler  39. The Last Contact  40. The 100 Parent-Point Children  41. And the Heavens Wept  42. The Night Gentleman  43. The Serpent God and their Priestess 

[knottahooker]

44. No One Showed Up for the Last Storytime

[adamskiiii]

Wow! @writing-prompt-s contributing to like half of these!

[writing-prompt-s]

I can hardly take any credit for these stories! But I love sharing them. Unfortunately I cannot read all the prompt responses so please tag me if you want me to reblog a story that resonated with you so I can give it a little boost :)

[knottahooker]

No one showed up for the last story time.

[copperbadge]

I totally read this as the first line of a post-apocalyptic dystopian scifi novel.

[lizzybees]

No one showed up for the last story time.

Tuesday afternoon had been story time for thirty seven years and for thirty six of them Miss Madeline had held court in the antique rocking chair in the north corner of the Willow Valley Public Library. She’d seen hundreds of children come and go, sometimes coming back with children of their own, but the stories remained the same; timeless classics read to each new generation that found a spot on the carpet in front of her chair. 

In retrospect it might have seemed odd to even hold the usual Tuesday afternoon story time given that most folk were huddled in their houses with their loved ones, listening as shocked, red-eyed news anchors read off each new city that had fallen to the uprising. But as sure as the sun rose in the east, Tuesday found Miss Madeline sitting in her rocker at three o'clock sharp, a well-worn picture book held in her thin, trembling hands.

The sharp creak of wood echoed in the empty library as Miss Madeline settled her aching bones into the rocking chair, her slim fingers clutching the book that perhaps meant the most to her out of all the books in the world. Her mother had read it to her as a little girl, and she had read it to countless other children, so often that she didn’t even need to see the words on the now tear-stained page.

Her voice weary and shaking with grief, the distant echo of explosions rattling the windows, she tendered traced the watercolor illustrations with one finger and began reading aloud to the empty room.

“In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines…”

[julescarstairs]

Love and Grief are siblings, not twins

But they hurt the heart the same

Like slamming waves and roaring winds

Manifest cold and quiet pain

We seek comfort in memory, dreams, and wishes

Long sought after in the dark

Only, where Love is concerned

We welcome the burn

Of the yearning in our hearts

[baaardi]

Madrid, Diciembre 2022

Minolta Hi-Matix 7s Kodak Ultramax 400

[maruti-bitamin]

yozakura - night sakura

twitter/ insta/cara/ store

[mumblesplash]

scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

[theriverbeyond]

imagine being god's childhood best friend, and never swaying in your devotion even after he got blacklisted worldwide/ turned a bunch of farm animals inside out/ started a cult, and willingly carrying a nuke for him because he trusted your resolve more than he trusted his own, only to get 3rd place amongst his ranked sluts. imagine

[theriverbeyond]

(banner by @gideonisms)

[parkayquarts]

im not even the type of guy to go "actually it's frankenstein's MONSTER" because a painting by rembrandt or picasso or any other artist is often called "a rembrandt" or "a picasso" as shorthand. so in this respect frankenstein's monster can be considered "a frankenstein"

[parkayquarts]

darling I love your 8 foot tall patchwork flesh creature, it really livens up the place. is that an authentic frankenstein?

[parkayquarts]

it's only a true frankenstein if it was produced in the frankenstein region of switzerland. otherwise it's just a sparkling homunculus

[lizzibennet]

i just want to one day be loved like elle woods’ sorority sisters loved her

[lizzibennet]

they all simply do not understand why elle wants to go to harvard so bad... yet they help her study, grade her tests, motivate her and all around fully support her from the moment she decides to go and never stop believing in elle not for a single second... like wow name me one sweeter moment in all of cinema, i’ll wait

[lizzibennet]

sorry to be legally blonde blogging on main once again but i just wanted to talk about how easy it would’ve been to screw that movie up. the entire premise is based around a girl doing the most to get a guy, the main conflict of the film is the one between elle and viv, elle and her friends are stereotypical girly girls, etc - all that is just a perfect setup for a kind of passive aggressive lowkey misogynistic film that aims at actual feminist themes but falls short at #girlboss. but it doesn’t! while vivian is certainly catty to elle at first the insults aren’t sexist, vivian is just threatened but the confrontation is surprisingly and refreshingly... levelheaded? is the best way i can describe it. there is none of that one scene that a lot of 90’s movies seem to have where the two female protags have a fight where they insult each other’s appearance and then latch onto each other’s hair and yell bloody murder. ya know the one. there is none of that, none of the throwing around lowkey insults to women left and right, and in the end it works out quite beautifully because the only character we meet who is actually outright sexist is warner, which sets him up to be a gigantic asshole without having to have him like kill a kitten or something. it’s clever writing! and for a movie that came out in 2001 to toe that line between empowerment and sexism so well and come out the other side an enjoyable story with realistic women that does not fall under sexist tropes and stands the test of time is very admirable imo

anyway,

[theblackparadeisdead]

We have got to put an end to the taller younger sibling industrial complex

[rlyehtaxidermist]

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

[littlewhispersmokesigns]

sow without reaping tutorial

can i sow without reaping

why am i reaping what i sow reddit

is it normal to reap what you sow

[codewitch]

Blood of Eden remembers that Jod nuked earth. I wonder if they remember what he did before then. It is believed Cytherea hung out with them for a while. I wonder if they told her he used to cure cancers. If they did, she was absolutely 100% justified for everything she did in book one. Girl spent 10,000 years in a perpetual state of end stage blood cancer that had colonized her lungs in the service of a man who could’ve fixed it. I too would’ve gone on a rampage.

[grasslandgirl]

[image ID: a photo of a bookshelf. a white piece of paper with black text hangs off of the shelf, below a copy of Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. the text reads: Gideon the Ninth is what happens when the “chronically online” generation grows up and starts publishing books, and I, for one, welcome our new insect memelords. Gideon “TFWN(ecromancer)GF” Nav and Harrowhark “oww oof my bones” Nonagesimus are the awful sapphic leading ladies we deserve after doing our time in the trenches of the internet.

- Allie *STAFF PICK* /end ID]

which one of y'all did this

[thedaddycomplex]

So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

[witch-without-gender]

This is the first time I’ve seen this post but I know I’m gonna love reading it every time it shows up on my dash

[calmingthoughtsinyourhead]

legally blonde from warner’s perspective is so funny

One day you’re dating this gorgeous but ditsy girl but your family pressures you to break up with her once you go to harvard so you do and it ends in tears but whatever.

Next thing you know, she’s at Harvard, dressed in entirely different clothes, saying its easy to get in and she’s pretending she forgot you go there. But you payed your way in and she’s rich too so you kind of assume she did the same thing and fine, so you have a stalker now.

There’s a mixer at the start of the school year. She shows up in a playboy. bunny. costume.

She tries to flirt with you while your fiance is in the next room. You tell her enough is enough and she gets like really angry at you.

Suddenly she is kicking ur ass in class, she steals opportunities away from you, she steals your girlfriend, she starts winning cases, she’s on the news now, she graduates as valedictorian