the apex of sexy danger

Am walking through Manhattan, there's a woman who can't be more than 25 in a big fur coat, walking with a cane, angrily saying into her headpiece "I want them them destroyed," I feel like an extra in a movie

Alan Turing and Ada of Lovelace did not invent computer science for the girls and the gays to claim they can't do math

reblog to make prev stop having headaches

do you ever find yourself bedeviled by writing ideas that are the equivalent of finding a single carrot in your fridge. your brain goes "we should write a pirate story" or "we should write a parisian thief caper" and you ask, "all right, what do we cook with that, then?" and it says "no other ingredients (:"

go with him

he wants to show you something

Mike Flannagan’s Sharp Objects Pitch: A reporter goes back to her hometown to investigate a murder and must stay with her estranged mother. They bond over the tragic death of her sister, which was no one’s fault because it was a ghost who targets innocent girls. Though initially hesitant, the reporter also builds the foundation of a new relationship with her youngest sister, the curious young Amma. Despite Amma’s happy childhood, she is now being haunted by the same ghost. The reporter and her mother must band together to save little Amma before it’s too late. In the end their mother sacrifices her own life to save them both and they see a vision of her dressed as Persephone keeping the ghost girls safe even in death, because a mother’s love is eternal

Now you might say that’s great Mike but what’s the ghost’s motivation? Well you see the ghost wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, her own daughter actually died of an illness which was 100% real and not Munchausen by proxy. When her child died all she had to remember her by was her baby teeth, one of which was loose right before she died also explains why the dead town girls were missing teeth. This ghost actually only targeted little girls because she mistook them for her own sick child, which is very tragic and moves Adora to tears. Amma hand makes a pair of a mother and baby dolls and puts it them her dollhouse in remembrance.

かっこいいカニですな

I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡

okay this is a list of exclusively bangers, not even counting the fact that WE HEXED THE MOON is on here which obviously makes me feel joyous. but kushiel's dart fuckin RULES as did on sundays she picked flowers and patricia wants to cuddle. 10/10 no notes

It's spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and as a rule I do every hopscotch I see because 1. Use it or lose it (ability to scotch) and 2. If a child got down on the hardscrabble streets of Boston Massachusetts to draw a scotch the least I can do is use it, but in doing the hopscotches, I've learned that about 50% of them are the typical 8-10 step scotch and the other 50% are. Somewhat avant-garde. And of course I'm not vetting the entire scotch before I start it so sometimes it's like haha 8 steps woo! Childlike whimsy! And sometimes they're 20 steps or 30 or they've got a section with three squares instead of two where you have to do a little Charleston to step on all three, or, memorably, FORTY one foot squares. A full BLOCK of jumping on one foot but I'm no quitter so once I've started Jigsaw Junior's fuckin hopscotch gauntlet I'm there til the end just a daily pot smoker in her thirties jumping kasa-obake style through an affluent suburb while some little proto-kennedy watches from his bedroom window rubbing his sadistic little third grade hands together and cackling. It's amazing. I love spring.