what, praytell, the fuck

eliza, she/her, 22, leo, idek anymore super multi-fandom

[stillsundazed]

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT HOW HE SAW MEL AND IMMEDIATELY ASSUMED ZAGREUS TRANSITIONED LMAOOOO

[ryuuna]

sibling tomfoolery

(tho using magic like that is not Hecate approved 😔)

[tio-trile]

The pets are the best part of the game hands down

[yukinnn]

Death to Chronos

[youtendtoforget-deactivated2025]

I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

[segamascott]

[guerrillatech]

[ispyspookymansion]

yes carrie killed over 400 people ok. thats bad i know. but have you considered that i feel really bad for her :(

[d0gb0yy]

carrie deserved to kill 400 ppl as a treat

[breya-etherium-shaper]

[madseance]

That's because he didn't write, nor intend to write, a horrible terrible disturbed woman beyond redemption. The genesis of Carrie (told in its entirety in the 1999 edition's introduction that you can read here, and in King's memoir On Writing), was this: sometime in high school, King read an article in Life magazine about supposed poltergeist activity in a home, which seemed to be associated with the teenage girl who lived there. The article included the hypothesis that poltergeist activity is, in some way, tapped into or manifested by girls at that critical and tumultuous age.

And some years before that, King had gone to school with a couple of girls he pseudonymously calls Tina and Sandra, who were bullied and shunned by the other kids—Tina for wearing the same clothes every day, Sandra for her epilepsy and extremely religious mother, but both really for having some undefinable Other quality that kids pick up on like blood in the water. Both of them were dead by the time King began writing Carrie: Tina by suicide, Sandra from her epilepsy.

Carrie was what King imagined might have happened if that explanation of poltergeist activity were correct, and if Tina and Sandra had been able to tap into such an energy. He started writing the story a few years after getting married (his wife Tabitha is also a writer), but abandoned the idea a few pages in; the raw, merciless adolescent cruelty the story called for was too much to deal with, and what did he know about teenage girls, anyway? But Tabitha dug the pages out of the trash and read them, and convinced him it was a story that needed telling.

Carrie is a story which, perhaps like poltergeist activity, could only happen to a girl on the brink of womanhood, when every emotion and sensation is excruciatingly vivid and nothing makes sense anymore and every single occurrence in your life is the most important thing that will ever happen to you. It's about being horribly powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and alienated from your own body. It's about the visceral, starved animal fear and rage of being a teenage girl, and it goes to show what an arcane and powerful craft creative writing is that a man could manage to capture that without having experienced it firsthand.

"Sometimes—quite often, in fact—I wish that Tina and Sandy were alive to read it," King says in the 1999 introduction to Carrie. "Or their daughters."

[headspace-hotel]

Yeah, if you read the man's own words she was clearly intended to be sympathetic and human

[power-chords]

If you were writing a novel set in your city of origin, what’s the arcane environmental detail you would go out of your way to include in order to immerse the reader and flaunt your “locals only” intimacy with the terrain? For me it would be that sharp curve the northbound 6 hits that lets you know you are pulling into Grand Central.

[avpol]

wizard losing a bid

[xanaxfarts]

Gem Cities by Neave Bozorgi

[triplemoonascension]

[sabi-giyuu]

( Source )

[crazy-brazilian]

[faustandfurious]

The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

[faustandfurious]

It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.

[pilferingapples]

[kushblazer666]

[chelsamander]

Tri-Delta Sorority Girls Texas University 1944