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it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

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The signs as Halloween candy

Aries: Candy corn

Taurus: Pop Rocks

Gemini: Starbursts

Cancer: Butterfingers

Leo: Kit Kats

Virgo: Nerds

Libra: Smarties

Scorpio: Snickers

Sagittarius: Twix

Capricorn: Sour Patch Kids

Aquarius: Reeses cups

Pisces: Crunch

jackson would be dereks advisor on how to woo stilinski even though hed snark every time

“get him something he doesnt have, expensive but that doesnt look like it… maybe one of his nerdy books”

“get him curly fries, he vacuums the plate”

“he’s lame, so get him something lame… tons of reeses cups in a cvs bag”

ashadowhuntingdemigod  asked:

Hi Cassie! I loved LoS so much! Thank you so much for it. It was heart-wrenching, but oh so wonderful to be back in my favourite world again. Just one question - peanut butter and Nutella toast? Pg 437, "... Julian said, spreading peanut butter and Nutella on his toast." Was this introduced to Julian by the kids? Did you eat this as a kid? Is it like Reese Peanut Butter cups on toast? Did he not know what peanut butter and Nutella was and just decided to combine them? Anyway, thanks so much! <3

My friend Holly Black is a fiend for peanut butter and Nutella toast. A FIEND. I may also find it odd, but I was probably literally writing that scene while in a house in Cornwall watching her scarf down peanut butter and Nutella, and it is the nature of writers to magpie up details from real life and put them into our fiction. :-)