dreadful children


 Eva Green is one of the few talented actresses with a range that can really pull off anything she wants. She’s beautiful, she’s elegant and  It’s hard not to fall in love with her amazingly depicted characters. I made this as a tribute in appreciation of her fine acting. 

These are some of the fav characters of her, I can’t explain why… but I just like them! :D


The United States Of Horror Movies

“What a shame. You’d be a great mum.”

What on earth are you basing that on, kind stranger? Because from over here, I don’t know if my short supply of patience, tremendous reliance on copious alone time, general weariness regarding childlike things and lifelong aversion to mess and noise really make me a likely contender for Parent of the Year.

Why do people throw out these meaningless sentiments? Think of all the truly great mothers who work tirelessly towards the well-being and happiness of their children - how dreadful for them to be tossed in the same bag as me, who believes children are a sort of pestilent vomiting monkey.

Why is this often the only compliment that women receive? Nobody has ever told me I’d be a great firefighter, or a great doctor, or a great explorer.

Let’s say I was talking to a new acquaintance, and told her I wouldn’t really want to be a marine biologist. How weird would it be for her to insist, knowing almost nothing about me, that actually she thinks I would be a marvellous marine biologist? Especially if our previous conversation had involved how I like neither fish, nor boats, nor wearing a wet-suit, and nor do I ever want to learn to like them.

And yet people reassure me of my obvious suitability for motherhood on a regular basis.

“People feel reassured when they put others in a box, put a label on it and of course I have this label saying ‘femme fatale, Gothic.’ I feel like I’m so not like this and I’ve done other things as well. When I hear the word ‘dark’ I don’t know what it means. For me, I like dense, complex stuff, I want something intense so maybe that is dark but I don’t want to be typecast. That’s quite scary and actually the movie that I just did with Alicia Vikander (Euphoria), I don’t look very sexy in it and there’s no kind playing the femme fatale.” Eva Green

teenaged!Sarada headcanons.
  • Sarada grows a cherry tomato plant on the balcony of the house for her father and makes sure her younger siblings help take care of it.
  • Sarada picks the kids up from school (and since my headcanon has Sakura having a pair of twin boys and another girl at some point); She puts her sister on her shoulders and holds the boys’ hands while walking home.  They often pass Ino’s flower shop and Tenten’s store and find themselves distracted by pretty flowers and cool swords.
  • Sarada does most of the cooking, not only because Sakura is busy with her work, but because Sakura’s cooking still is not the best.
  • When Sasuke is home, she tries to let him have as much time with the kids as possible, so she comes off as being distant towards him.  However, she wakes up early so she can spend a bit of time with him before he leaves for work.
  • Sarada makes it her goal to join the police academy before becoming Hokage and protect the families of Konoha from within after she learns of her family’s connection to Police Force.  Sasuke is secretly very happy about this and tells her stories about Fugaku and his time as an officer like his mom did for him.
  • Sarada has a not-so-secret crush on the Hokage, though it’s innocent really.  Sasuke is mortified.
  • Naruto pats Sarada on the head and says “she’s more beautiful than he ever hoped for.”  Sasuke interjects with a proud “of course she is, idiot.”  Sarada gets flustered as they banter about her openly. 
  • Sasuke glares menacingly at any male who glances in Sarada’s general direction.  Sarada acts angry but is really pleased that he cares so much.
  • Kakashi jokes that “Sarada may be the woman of his dreams that he was waiting for all along.”  Sakura struggles to hold Sasuke back from throwing the nearest object at him. 
  • Boruto and Mitsuki each give Sarada homemade chocolate on White Day.  Sasuke tries to eat it all but gets sick later because he hates sweets.  Sarada joking gives her father chocolate-covered cherry tomatoes.  Sasuke scream internally but eats it anyways for Sarada’s sake.
The old gods are dead

Achilles haunts local bars, boasting and drinking too much, waiting for a slight so he can throw a punch and feel his mortality in the returning blow.

Patroclus follows silently, he will step in if the fight goes too far. Men have no honor now, and guns are easily concealed. He longs for rest, for peace, for an end to this inevitable war his love fights against himself.

Persephone operates a tattoo shop in a tourist trap. Every year the town sleeps through winter and she disappears, perhaps swallowed by the earth once more. She returns when the snow melts, and etches beauty onto peoples’ skins. She has never seen snow, and so only inks flowers.

Narcissus sells potions in the mall, promising popularity and beauty and diamond-bright skin with a single jar. He catches his own reflection and is useless for half an hour. His manager sighs, and flips over the Help Wanted sign.

Hercules follows riots, taking up the mantle of each new cause. He believes in none of them, but they allow him the carnage and theft he craves, and promises some sort of glory.

Megara cowers at home with her children, dreading the day when the violence in the street enters their home. Her eyes are often blackened, bruises ringing her neck and wrists. At least he doesn’t hurt the children, she thinks. Not yet.

Odysseus fancies himself a traveller. He roams the earth, trying to find the girl he lost track of seven or eight countries back. He knows she’ll wait for him, with their son, even when he is less than faithful. It is his right, as he cannot find her. He’ll get home eventually.

Icarus spends hours in the public library, looking at book after book after book. They promise an entire world beyond the county line, a world that will see him and all his ambitions. He only leaves when his shift at the gas station beckons.

Theseus leaves his mother’s home to find his father, remarried to a witch with little care for him. He strikes out again, to claw his way up in the world. This, he thinks, will make father proud.

Perseus owns a truck stop with his wife, and sooner or later everyone passes through. He feeds them, hears their tales of woe, and sends them on their way with a bit of pie and some fresh coffee. Everyone has their own story, he cannot interfere.

The gods are dead, but the heroes live on.
—  WR (heavily inspired by this)
Dread Dialectic
Michael T Bradley and Scix Maddix of Ice on Mars do reviews of horror novels/novellas, with a particular focus on representative and-or independently published works. Feedback? Write us! dread.diale

The Dread Dialectic podcast begins! DD is a conversation about horror novels, with an express focus on diverse issues and often gets into writing advice, as we happen to be, well, writers. First episode covers A Choir of Ill Children by Tom Piccirilli. 

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