have u ever read a fic that just takes ur breath away? everyone knows it and ppl could mention something as benign as a piano or the moon or fucking glitter or cat figurines and u flash back to the fic the first time u read it and ur heart clenches a bit bc u remember how it felt to read it for the first time? thats good writing right there and needs to be fuckng published
I am the type of parent that pranks my kids. Like, nothing that’s going to cause tears. Nothing traumatizing. But we joke around a lot and it’s par for the course that you check your shoes before you put them on and the faucet doesn’t have a rubber band on it before you turn on the kitchen tap. The usual.
But this prank, the one they just pulled on me? It shook me. They hid all my books. LIke, the sheer logistics of it is amazing. The books were two deep in these cubbies. It’s a good, solid prank. Especially for starters. I thought, good on them.
I was amused, bordering proud, when I looked on my night stand.
What’s that? One more book? Huh.
Everything about this is beautiful. The irony in that the book thief was the only book left. The cleverness of using a bookmark. The we are anonymous type signature. Her haunted look, like she knows where your books are.
Let me tell you, I have never been more proud, and if they continue to apply themselves like this, more scared.
Ye Olde Man and Scythe ghost- In 2014, staff at one of Britain’s oldest buildings captured this hooded figure on CCTV. The pub is some 766 years old and is reportedly haunted by the ghost of James Stanley, 7th Earl of Derby, as well as a girl who hung herself and a phantom dog. The owners are unsure of the identity of this particular apparition, but if you look closely at the bottom photograph, you can make out some faint facial features. The footage below shows how the ghost manifests and disappears over the course of a few seconds:
“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!” “You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?” “Can we sleep with the lights on?” “I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.” “I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.” “Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.” “I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.” “I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.” “You look exhausted. Bad night?” “Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.” “You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.” “Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.” “You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.” “How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.” “I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.” “I thought you didn’t get them anymore.” “I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…” “When will you finally tell me what they’re about?” “Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?” “Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…” “How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!” “I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!” “Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…” “Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!” “Please leave the light on.” “Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?” “I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”
I think about love on a scale from 1 to 10. Most of us find a 6 or 7, and that’s why we have divorce. It’s the truth. We settle for that 6 or 7. But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, ‘I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.’ That’s why the line where he says, 'You’re the only man that’s ever touched me,’ for me, was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I’ve seen in cinema, period. Because that’s what we strive for as people, to find that one person because they’re there. If Kevin doesn’t feel that they should be together, Chiron is just going to die a miserable person because that’s his person and he won’t settle for anything else. But I like to think they’re together, walking in Central Park hand-in-hand when they’re 90 years old.