I’m obsessed with these two but at what cost

Damie acc | The Haunting of Bly Manor | they/he | I’m the monster H.P. Lovecraft was too afraid to put into print | my main is @knottypine if you like AHS {WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON ONE OF “THE HAUNTING...” SERIES ON NETFLIX} {also, varying degrees of SPOILERS for season 1 of The Haunting and Midnight Mass!}

[sheryl-crow-bitches]

things to know:

1. this isn’t just a Bly account. I am very politically active, and I also like dumb memes. Be prepared for an emotional rollercoaster. If you disagree/need to unfollow me because you just got whiplash, no hard feelings!

2. common tags I utilize are Bly Manor tags (duh), Hill House tags, #politics for what is happening in the world, #writing for prompts/tips/my own writing, #personal for my personal life, and #off topic for anything not related to Bly/not important. #off topic may include memes, statements, questions...everything and nothing all at once!

3. racists, nazis, terfs, maps, pedophiles, homophobes, misogynists, transphobes, xenophobes, islamophobes, superstraights, etc. are not welcome. I mean this.

4. message me anytime. I’m a dumb introvert and I need interaction.

5. no question is stupid. ask me anything; I will read all submissions!

6. I reblog often, and it’s rare that I don’t have 200+ drafts. you have been warned. :)

and finally...

[king-monky]

thanks keyboard, when I accidentally typed hest instead of best I totally wanted the hest (norwegian word for horse) emoji

[lilium-orientalis-deactivated20]

It can happen to the

of us

[flanaganfilm]

hi mike! since finishing bly "i shall believe" by sheryl crow has been on heavy rotation in my music and it always brings me right back to seeing that breathtaking closing frame for the first time. i was wondering if you could share any reasoning, if any, there was for that being the closing music for the show? thanks!

I first heard "I Shall Believe" in a movie called The Pallbearer in 1996. I became low-key obsessed with the song that whole year. It was a song that hid fathoms under its deceptive simplicity, and it always cast a mournful, romantic spell on me. For a long time, I knew I wanted to use it in something, but didn't have the right kind of story - I needed a story that ached a certain way. I started thinking of it for Bly while I was writing the pilot. We didn't have much of a budget for needle drops, so I was initially encouraged to leave my options open. With Hill House I'd insisted on using "Heavenly Day" and "If I Go I'm Goin'" before the scripts for those episodes were even finished, but in this case the producers wanted to wait and see how the show developed. Bly was a love story, and a love story walks a razor's edge when it comes to tone. The first cut of the finale used a different song, something much more generic, and I knew it was going in the wrong direction. I put "I Shall Believe" in, and recut the sequence to the structure of the song, and suddenly everything worked. I told them that we absolutely had to that song, and everyone agreed when they saw the cut.

I love that song.

[amwult]

[kittenchomp]

hears someone pounding at my door immediately before receiving this message

[westmeath]

[literallyaflame]

there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism

if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it

[publiusvirgiliamaro]

new contender for best community note of all time

[sailorcuba]

the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

[arborealgargoyle]

like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done

[arborealgargoyle]

This post led me to reminisce on the nature of cat’s meowing, and I have a funny story

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And I’m a baby give me love!

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

[zolf]

[Video Description: a tiktok by @sammyhaigmusic. A bowl of red jelly sits on a table, with a trumpet pointed towards it. On-screen text reads "Playing Trumpet Into Jell-O.." The trumpet is slowly lowered into the jelly, with text that reads "..it didn't go as I expected it to". The trumpet is blown into, and it makes a muted sound that causes the jelly to bubble. The text says "..And yes, the trumpet is okay!" The person holding the instrument pulls it out of the bowl and laughs. End Description]

[is-the-trumpet-video-cute]

Rating: Not Cute

The noise the trumpet makes indicates it is distressed. Due to the presence of some artificial sweetners, certain brands of Jell-O can be fatal to trumpets, so even if it did not upset them, this would still be a bad idea.

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

what

[thepurpleglass]

[jesus-the-son-of-mary]

[lets-get-lit]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[kuma-kami]

Visit Original Link

[snowdaysforever]

DELETE THIS POST

[theoldspaceevibes-deactivated20]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

[froborr]

*clicks play in morbid curiosity*

*hammers reblog button*

[chongoblog]

I think I find this post every April Fools Day and I am so happy that I do

[chthonicathenean]

I don’t know how I forget about this every year but I love it

[thsnightofminecntbkilldbyanysun]

[artbyblastweave]

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster, on account that a bunch of monsters can turn you into a monster by biting you. Vampires, werewolves, zombies. those are the big ones, there are others

[yesokayiknow]

[puppygirl-hornyposting2]

[creepymutelilbugger]

op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .