what is it this time

[wastedmargins]

submitted 4 short stories tonight

1. spooky butler is getting dopplegänged up on

2. scavenger vagabond kills a stranger

3. work crush witchcraft ritual goes awry

4. astral projection pervert museum heist

rewatching The Terror again I love you all my poor doomed lads at the end of everything. every 5 minutes I exclaim "oh my boys, my boys!" like I'm Uncle Monty in Withnail And I.

did some ~mutual aid~ stuff, went for a walk in the park in the perishing cold. saw this excellent billboard:

[wastedmargins]

Right ok I'm trying this again am I.

We're all scattered to the winds.

I just downloaded six new apps in the last ten minutes and that's accomplished like 15% of the things I would like to be able to use them for. Fucksake.

But on the plus side the supermarket directly opposite my house has opened its front entrance again for the first time since literally November 2019 when they decided paying one security guard instead of two was worth passersby assuming they'd closed down. Six years of walking three times as far! See things can go back to when they weren't made deliberately shit on purpose! And analog too.

Tomorrow morning I am going on an organised walk to learn about trees so maybe I'll switch to this method of broadcasting my thoughts instead.

I would have enjoyed making this joke more if it hadn't taken me an hour to find this picture. I miss working search engines.

[asofterpole]

when they look back on their lives, they'll smile

[homunculus-argument]

[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]

man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.

[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]

man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.

[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]

man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.

[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]

man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!

[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]

man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-

[wastedmargins]

[asofterpole]

Is that what you're wearing?

[asofterpole]

I was happier, dreaming. 

[asofterpole]

595

[wastedmargins]

someone's made an a softer world polar account and it's the best fusion of format and content ever. now with ghost! I feel seen on like a molecular level.

[i-will-write]

[wastedmargins]

[jamieaccashian]

Book cover design I created for South! The Story of Shackleton’s Last Expedition.          

Two color woodblock print.

[the-fear-of-art]

Losing my mind at the beauty of these color enhanced photographs of the Endurance expedition by @babelcolour on Twitter. The fact that these are color enhanced and not color added makes their existence even more remarkable. You understand why those first explorers couldn’t stay away.

[undomestication]

in stressful times like these, let’s take a minute to remember what really matters: the critically acclaimed first season of amc’s The Terror, which I have just uploaded for free onto google drive for your viewing pleasure

[wastedmargins]

Made a quiche in the airfryer because our oven has been broken for infinite time. Am I a genius? I couldn't possibly say, although maybe you'd like to.

I wasn't planning on using this account for anything wholesome and normie but come on a quiche against all odds is an achievement.

[wastedmargins]

Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Can't believe this place raised the quoting The Smiths demon in me. I renounce you Satan and all your works. Very tumblr tbf.

Last time I was here I was managing to mess up making a Midsomer Murders fashion appreciation account.