[silencexlayxsteadily]

Home.

I am home, I thought. And stopped in wonder at the thought. I am home. I AM home. Now to climb…

Fear.

Fear is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.

But so, it seems…is love. Love is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.

                                         We yield to it. Or we fight it.

But we cannot meet it halfway. Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

Hill House,

not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood so for a hundred years, and might stand a hundred more…

Within: walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut.

The silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And those who walk there…

Walk together.

[alycanswhore]

{{ I have to be better about being on all my pages… it’s been years since I touched some of them… }}

[samcarpnter]

VICTORIA PEDRETTI as NELL CRAIN THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE | S01E05, The Bent-Neck Lady

[thehauntingsource]

OLIVIA & HUGH The Haunting Of Hill House | “Steven Sees A Ghost” (Extended Director’s Cut)

[silencexlayxsteadily]

Home.

I am home, I thought. And stopped in wonder at the thought. I am home. I AM home. Now to climb…

Fear.

Fear is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.

But so, it seems…is love. Love is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.

                                         We yield to it. Or we fight it.

But we cannot meet it halfway. Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

Hill House,

not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood so for a hundred years, and might stand a hundred more…

Within: walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut.

The silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And those who walk there…

Walk together.

[mortal-song]

thinking about hill house, “no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed by some to dream,” and just. the way this is the foundation for every mike flanagan series now. these characters exist under conditions of grief in all its forms. that’s their reality. grief for the dead, grief for the living, grief for themselves, for the dreams laid to rest, the hopes never realized… in hill house, every sibling dreams of something better. they dream of a life — or a death — in which they are unburdened, and this manifests differently for all of them. and as kids it manifested in each variation of the red room. then you have bly manor, and it’s really the same thing. each character dreams of a life unburdened. hannah dreams just so she can be seen in death. she dreams of the life she could have had with owen and it tethers her to the physical realm for a while. dani and jamie dream of a life in which they are together, unharmed, and they get to have that for a while and it’s good and it’s peaceful until fate rears its head. and then in the midnight club, it’s the same again. these kids all exist with the knowledge that they soon won’t. so they dream, they tell stories every night and live out their hopes, put pieces of themselves into the world just so that these pieces can stick around after they’re gone. and that’s just how these shows are now. hill house laid the foundations, and every show of mike’s now stands on them. the dreams are always different, the grief is always different, but the foundations are the same.

nobody can exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality, so they dream instead

[inncarnat]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

[silencexlayxsteadily]

{{ credit to TylerKnott on Instagram and tylerknottgregson on TikTok }}

[thehauntingsource]

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE 2018 | cr. Mike Flanagan

[royalruination]

ryan murphy’s horror is like “everyone’s evil but they have their reasons for it” and mike flanagan’s horror is like “no one’s inherently evil. we’re all just trying to do our best everyday and a lot of times there’s no one to applaud us for it but we have to keep going just because”

[silencexlayxsteadily]

{{ it’s nearly Halloween. should I be back here? :3 }}

[liv-crain]

[onlydevilsleft]

@stxries | The Crain Family

[brittany-murphy]

Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega

[choriizo]

[silencexlayxsteadily]

pretty sure this is cara and kelly... @earnedxjoy​

[stxries-deactivated20240428]

cont. from x @silencexlayxsteadily​

She nodded slightly in agreement. “I should probably stay here and keep an eye on the kids. You know how Nellie’s been with her nightmares; I wouldn’t want her to have one and neither of us be here.”

Olivia hadn’t really felt the way she did since she was pregnant with the twins, and after the absolute nightmare that pregnancy had been, she’d been adamant they stop at five children.  So she didn’t say what she thought the culprit was, a part of her wanted to think that if she didn’t acknowledge it, it couldn’t actually be a possibility. 

She loved her children to death, and that wouldn’t change now if - god forbid - she was indeed pregnant again; but if nothing else, the timing alone was terrible.

[silencexlayxsteadily]

                   @stxries​

Liv was always thinking about other people first. She very rarely, if ever, took a moment for herself. It became a problem, only in times like these when she was suffering and physically ill and was hesitant to do what was needed for herself because others’ needs trumped hers. Even if they were only in theory and not brought yet to fruition…

He stood and made his way over to her, conscious not to tough her with his gloved hands just in case any of the chemicals were still lingering on them. His mask was down, and he wasn’t smelling too much of the odor left by them, so he expected it was safe for her to stand here and talk to him in very small doses. “You’re probably right. If we both left this place would probably turn into a zoo.” Also, much to his chagrin, was his unspoken admission that with only her gone the place would turn into a zoo, too. He must have been the only doting and devoted father to have five kids run all sorts of games on him and pull the wool over his eyes.

He avoided asking her the obvious question that he knew was the answer, purposely leaving it unspoken and merely an errant thought rather than bringing it forward and making them deal with that. Instead, he asked her: “How do you think you hurt your back, Liv? Those boxes from the upper rooms? The spiral staircase?”

[rpsourcedmemes]

The stigma around mulitmuse blogs needs to stop. The majority of us have multiple muses, it’s more convenient and easier for some to put them on the same blog. Reblog to support the multimuse marvels of tumblr.

[silencexlayxsteadily]

stxries​:

She sat up slightly in the chair, focusing on her book only for a moment to fold over a small triangle in one of the pages. “That was the plan, but it didn’t exactly turn out that way.” Referring to the fact that she’d probably napped more than she’d read. 

Gentle eyes followed the younger woman as she kneeled down next to her, and she found herself tucking a loose strand of hair behind Cara’s ear - it was one of those things, a small thing, but something Olivia allowed herself to do when she felt close enough to someone. And she did practically treat Cara like a daughter, after all.  Her gaze then fell to the wrapped gift as she took it, taking her time unwrapping it while the other spoke. They had indeed talked about it a few days earlier, but she hadn’t expected Cara to go out of her way to get her one of his books. She appreciated it though, and her smile grew accordingly. 

“Thank you –” As she spoke, she flipped through a few pages before she glanced back up at the woman. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

                   @stxries​

Pale blue grey eyes that were usually described as infinitely sorrowful, were soft and happy. Growing up an orphan whom no one wanted for very long, she found pride and acceptance in Olivia Crain’s motherly presence. Her eyes and her smile always said it without words and her willingness to forgive such a blatant disregard of naptime was telling in and of itself.

Cara beamed as Olivia said she was sure she’d love it. It was something so small and trivial, but by the same token, something that passed between them that meant a lot more. The two of them shared a love for reading that bordered on the fanatical; obsession with other worlds and realities where some things were simpler but hearts and minds and souls guided by humanity and love were still the rule of law. And that’s what the young nearly raven haired girl hoped the matriarch of the Crain family took away from that book series, too.

“You’re welcome.” She laughed softly. “It wasn’t something that was out of my way, or anything…” She assured. “And I had planned on stopping by to see Kelly…and Luke…and Nell, anyway…” Her smile turned sheepish. “I just figured I’d come and see you first.” She knew it had to be hard for her, still, Olivia; to know that she’d very nearly killed her babies, the twins, and then come so close to killing little baby Kelly before he’d even been known… “ Cara hoped that her love for the Crain family, her devotion to her relationships and friendships within, brought Olivia some kind of peace in a way that maybe she’d never find for herself.