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once i was watching a video with horror novel recommendations on a tier list of how fucked up they were and i got jumpscared by thirteen storeys which is actually the scariest thing i could imagine happening so good job video-maker
#aster chat#ive never read it to be clear it just gives me certain feelings which are uncharitable in nature
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The trouble with chasing after recs for fucked up media is that a lot of allegedly fucked up media is enamoured with the idea of being fucked up, but it's not actually fucked up about anything. The form is there, but not the substance. However, there's no way to communicate this to anyone who doesn't already Get It without sounding like a maniac.
#horror novels are so bad about this with like. alarming frequency#like i can feel the author gollum-crouching in front of me waving a dead fish going ISNT THIS FUCKED UP???#and the answer is almost always no. lmao#sister maiden monster. nothing but blackened teeth. the eyes are the best part. beholder. altho beholder is ya so i GUESS i give it grace#ohhhhh this thing between us too#drops of qpiter
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HERSCHNERR’S HAS THE BIG TWIST SUPERNOVA YARN THIS IS NOT A DRILL ‼️
#i didn’t even think to check them even tho they took over big twist. holy shit#my tiny stash is not all I’ll ever have anymore !!#aster chat#knitting tag#crochet tag
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sometimes. i see lifestyle advice that’s like. don’t wash your face in the shower! it’s bad for your skin! or i see commercials for full body deodorant because of all a human being’s Odors. or i see those “you’re allowed to reblog this” or “you have to reblog this or else you’re a bad person!” posts. and i start to feel like maybe i am a disgusting filth monster because i wash my face in the shower. and then i just think. there’s a devil in my head that says if i don’t smile correctly at the waiter when i pick up my food, the only moral course of action is killing myself. this prescriptive self-hyper-management advice is not for me at this stage of my existence and perhaps never will be. i should concentrate on slaying the devil in my head first.
#aster chat#im having. a bit of a time. ngl. it’s fine though. going to eat cereal and watch gumball and maybe write a bit.#recalibrate my settings#cw suicide mention
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"should we tell authors on ao3 when we have discord conversations about their fics" i don't speak for everyone here but if y'all ever find a group chat discussing my fics you can should must and WILL send me screenshots of the whole damn thing. inflate my ego. gimme
#sometimes i get an email of two or three people all randomly kudos'ing most/all of my fics in a certain series#and i'm like. is it happening. somewhere. is it happening somewhere#i know PROBABLY not but... what if!#anyway. please. on the off chance it's happening. tell me please#fic writing#drops of qpiter
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saw a car dragging a labubu facedown through the street
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The Young Prince, 1880 by José Villegas y Cordero (Spanish, 1844-1921)
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A Kate Beaton classic for Ida B. Wells birthday.
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supernatural episode titles + film references
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Queer Historical Fiction Book Bracket: Round 4


Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley
1883. Thaniel Steepleton returns home to his tiny London apartment to find a gold pocket watch on his pillow. Six months later, the mysterious timepiece saves his life, drawing him away from a blast that destroys Scotland Yard. At last, he goes in search of its maker, Keita Mori, a kind, lonely immigrant from Japan. Although Mori seems harmless, a chain of unexplainable events soon suggests he must be hiding something. When Grace Carrow, an Oxford physicist, unwittingly interferes, Thaniel is torn between opposing loyalties.
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street is a sweeping, atmospheric narrative that takes the reader on an unexpected journey through Victorian London, Japan as its civil war crumbles long-standing traditions, and beyond. Blending historical events with dazzling flights of fancy, it opens doors to a strange and magical past.
Setting: England, 1883
Fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, science fiction, 1880s, Victorian, adult
The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White
Endorsement from submitter #1: "In an alternate London, boys born with violet eyes become Speakers, mediums who can communicate with the dead, and girls born with violet eyes become their wives. 16-year-old Silas Bell is desperate to avoid becoming another man's wife, but his attempts end with him institutionalised and diagnosed with 'Veil Sickness', a disorder turning violet-eyed girls mad. When the ghosts of former patients appear to beg him for help, he must solve the mystery of what, exactly, happens to everyone society throws away."
Endorsement from submitter #2: "T4T and autistic representation"
Mors vincit omnia. Death conquers all.
London, 1883. The Veil between the living and dead has thinned. Violet-eyed mediums commune with spirits under the watchful eye of the Royal Speaker Society, and sixteen-year-old Silas Bell would rather rip out his violet eyes than become an obedient Speaker wife. According to Mother, he’ll be married by the end of the year. It doesn’t matter that he’s needed a decade of tutors to hide his autism; that he practices surgery on slaughtered pigs; that he is a boy, not the girl the world insists on seeing.
After a failed attempt to escape an arranged marriage, Silas is diagnosed with Veil sickness—a mysterious disease sending violet-eyed women into madness—and shipped away to Braxton’s Sanitorium and Finishing School. The facility is cold, the instructors merciless, and the students either bloom into eligible wives or disappear. So when the ghosts of missing students start begging Silas for help, he decides to reach into Braxton’s innards and expose its rotten guts to the world—as long as the school doesn’t break him first.
Setting: Victorian London, 1883
Horror, historical fiction, gothic, fantasy, paranormal, Victorian, 1880s, young adult
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DAB????
#i was literally doing that AND i was half drunk at the time i am so overqualified#(don’t look at the fact I’ve only watched the show through once. it doesn’t matter when it’s in your bones. hire me anyway)#spn#drops of qpiter
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reached out to two friends i haven't spoken to in ages to ask if they want to go on a mini roadtrip for my birthday with me. 120003030 dead, no survivors, also i have a stomachache now
#my stupid brain: what if they message me back 'no thanks we hate you and never want to speak to you again' and then throw tomatoes#me: what if you sat in a corner and played with some play doh or something. what if you acted nice to me for once.#aster chat
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Your friends and family should be your second priority. Your first priority should always be hot evil women
#morgana………#was going to say ghost but she’s literally not evil she was justified in all that shit#eta HOW DID I FORGET MINTHARA……twenty years of academy training wasted#drops of qpiter
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people keep thinking today is wednesday instead of tuesday. why? i propose the idea that a "shadow" tuesday already occurred, until today happened again. although the memory of living that day is gone, your body knows that it lived another day. anyway, it should be wednesday.
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louis de pointe du lac — denial is a river
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it's funny 2 me that some people hate it when someone sings along to music in the car because it's almost a hobby to me. genuinely, singing is what one does in a car. if i'm driving somewhere, there will be music and i will be singing. some days it's the thing i look forward to most out of the entire day. like obviously if someone is in the car with me and they don't want loud music on, i'll accommodate that! but usually i'll be singing, my siblings will be singing, my friends will be singing. we even take turns picking songs we like to sing best and go back and forth.
idk i of course knew many people don't like to sing or like to have music on in the car but it never occurred to me some people think it's objectively annoying because i'm so serious that i associate driving with singing 1 to 1. like it's hard for me to imagine what else you'd do in the car.......
#i've sung in front of people approx 2 times in my life and they were both in the car#the car is the safest place for singing the car radio is a benevolent god that dispels shame and invites unity#through the power of SONG#also 🫂🫂🫂 @ prev <3 <3 <3#drops of qpiter
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