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[factoidfactory]

Random Fact #6,741

Mary Shelley's iconic novel, Frankenstein, may never have been written if Mount Tambora, a volcano in what is now Indonesia, hadn't erupted in 1815.

Let me set the dominoes:

Mount Tambora erupts on April 10, 1815.

The eruption is so large (the largest volcanic eruption in at least 1,300 years) that the ensuing ash and gasses released into the atmosphere led to a volcanic winter.

Average global temperatures decrease by 0.4–0.7 °C.

In 1816, summer temperatures in Europe are the coldest of any on record between 1766 and 2000. (Because of this, the year becomes known as "The Year Without a Summer").

Because of the drastic drop in temperature, people stay inside a lot more.

Staying inside because it's cold but without much to do, Mary Shelley, Percy Shelley, John Polidori, and Lord Byron have a competition to see who can write the best horror story.

For the contest, Mary writes the first iteration of Frankenstein.

In 1818, "Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus" is published.

In 2025, Guillermo del Toro directs a film adaptation of Shelley's work.

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

BIRTHER

by Andy Walsh

[destinedtobeloved]

So we're not written in the stars but I'm okay with that

I'm okay with anything!

Takeshi realizing that Quell is really gone. Her voice fades out of his mind and so does the images of her face that come to him in his whiskey-drunk moments where he can almsot pretend like he’s not truly as fucked up as he feels like he is- and he mourns the loss of a memory 250 years dead and a heart 250 years broken newly flooded with a grief for something that wasn’t even truly there in the first place.

Quell never really wanted to be with him anyways. All she cared about was her rebellion. Her projects. Was her constant rejections and barely returned kisses a staple of love? She knew the both of them would die young- that nothing was written in the stars for them but death. Why waste the time?

But now, Takeshi is back, and he feels that pain as if it were yesterday, feeling the crushing weight of his guilt and his grief settle over his shoulders like it had once done for years on end, never once getting a break. He felt his back ache and his joints tighten as it became to hard to carry such a burden with him for so long.

He will never see her again. She is dead, and Takeshi is a lone traveler searching and clawing and scratching at anything that is a reminiscence of her and how it felt to look into her eyes and feel a bit lighter than he does now. He was always weighted by the grief of life, but this is something he can’t forget. It doesn’t matter how many years pass on, he will still feel this- this- this ache and a stabbing pain in his chest he gets without even moving, simply thinking- and sometimes not even.

They weren’t destined for anything.

He lets her drain from his memory like tears down a dirty cheek, and he is no longer weighted by the question of ‘what if?’

[drzito]

Esta semana, especial cine de ciencia ficcion.

Lucy (Luc Besson, 2014)

[cuartoretorno]

Donnie Darko 2001 

[galaxinaa]

[bonnierosebryan]

Inktober Day 21: The Xenomorph, from the film Alien

The first 2 are the only films in the Alien franchise that I like. Such excellence!

They both scared the hell outta me ... mostly. ;)

[destinedtobeloved]

For some reason I keep forgetting that Altered Carbon is not some alternate universe. Like, Altered Carbon is our world rn just a lot older. Meaning, if they still have some of the stuff we have now in the future, there is a chance that Takeshi has drank a Starbucks Frappuccino before. Not that I think he would do that but he COULDVE done that. He has probably draken Dr Pepper before. He’s probably gotten drunk off the same shitty Smirnoff vodka that I have. What is life.