Random old finnish folklore I recall reading: The reason you have to close someone's eyes after they die, or cover their eyes with a cloth if you can't, is because the spirit of the newly passed is still in the body and even though it can't move the eyes anymore, it can still see. You must avoid making eye contact with the dead body, because the soul of the newly dead is scared to go alone, and is looking for someone to come with them. If you lock eyes with the corpse, you will be the next to die.

...So is the second corpse still hazardous, then, or are they fine since they have the first one for company?

I must confess I don't really know about the more exact details of the undead buddy system.

it's that time of year when countless people in countless schools and universities start thinking about running a d&d night, and I'm here to tell you: that's the devil talking. listen, I play a lot of games, D&D among them, and I run a LOT of events for college students. what you want is a game with dirt simple mechanics, character creation that can be completed in about a minute or less, and a contingency plan to split your attendees into groups if too many of them show up to reasonably play together. maybe something that doesn't even have dice idk. I'm not being a buzzkill I SWEAR I'm sincerely trying to save you from the horrors of a D&D night where 20 people show up and half of them have level 20 characters packing 16 magic items and a bad case of Main Character Syndrome and the other half are going to need to spend 45 minutes making their first character sheet ever. just play a different game man.

I've had it on my list of games to try for a while!

no actually i don't think antivaxxers' kids should die from a disease. i don't think gun advocates' kids should die in school shooting. children dying is bad actually, even if they're children of people you don't like.

it sucks that the backrooms and by extent liminal spaces turned out the way they did in popular culture. i love dreamy places not because they're full of Scary Screatures or whatever but because they're fun and interesting and cool and a perfect place for a girl like me to lay her eggs

Hate to be the bearer of bad news but you are one of the Scary Screatures

i'm a cute girl and everyone loves me

Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.

Jonathon from the Mummy really set the bar for the sidekick character and he’s never been topped, and I just think we need to acknowledge that more.

there's this prevailing portrayal of traumatic repression as this unconscious reflex survival instinct that distances you from the event and blots out chunks of your memory like an impenetrable censorship bar, but just as often but less frequently acknowledged it's a series of negotiations with yourself made while fully and continuously aware of what is happening to you. indignity after indignity endured so you can make it to the next one survive until the straw that breaks the camel's back forces you to reckon with the entire accumulated weight of that contract/hostage situation with yourself. death by a thousand cuts but you're still alive and bleeding and staring down the pieces of yourself strewn across the floor.

saddest thing that can happen to 2 guys with freak shit going on is people calling them boyfriends. yes i know theyve got something homosexual going on but brother it is NOT that

you guys realise that the point of media isnt just to find 2 white men and make them fit into your boxes. right? "suburban husbands" is not the end goal for every relationship. sometimes two guys just have to have freak shit going on.

listen to me. ok? i take your hand very gently. not every person is going to love each other in the way you've been taught. sometimes people just want to fuck around with each other. sometimes they're special to each other without definitions involved. sometimes soulmates are never going to get married. even when they love each other. yes, even when they love each other romantically. sometimes theres freak shit going on and that freak shit won't end with "boyfriends". ok?

the world can be so beautiful. sometimes they just get married for tax benefits and then never address it again. the characters' self-reflection doesnt HAVE to fix their freak shit. the bit doesn't have to stop just because people go to therapy

THEY WOULD NOT FUCKING HAVE KIDS.

"degenerate" "gooner" "perv" shut up. shut the fuck up. listen to yourself. you sound ridiculous. human sexuality is HEALTHY and NORMAL. don't get caught up in this wave of puritanistic ideals that try to convince you your sexuality is immoral and unhealthy.