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about not being able to see asks on some of your blogs - those blogs might be "shadowbanned" (especially if you can't send asks either). you could try submitting a bug report (tumblr dot com slash support) if you haven't already. sorry if this is unsolicited advice. unrelated, your zines have brought me a lot of joy

THANK YOU!! I do have a feeling my fan blog is shadowbanned and yet I totally hadn’t considered that it could be a factor… or that I could send a bug report about it! And I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed my zines, that is so lovely to know 🙏💖

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“and what touches is unspeakably, grotesquely visceral, not inside language… not inside time” this is my absolute shit, I am tearing off my shirt and doing laps of the room like my team just scored at football

Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless 

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So, I recently read Jack Vance’s The Dying Earth,

Personally if I find out a woman has dark urges that the love of man can never quell, I say you go girl. Women are welcome to mock and defile my body and put me through foul degradations, if they want

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"how can you like this objectively bad thing!" because i have bad taste. move on.

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If u showed this to William Hope Hodgson he would lose his shit

Djordje Ozbolt (Serbian, b. 1967), Hog’s Head, 2005. Acrylic on canvas, 30 x 30 cm.

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Kull: The Vale of Shadow Cover Art by Doug Beekman

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transgender tapestry 1997

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(After five minutes staring at this in silence) this is erotic

Huge if true

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Huge if true

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Christine (1983) dir. by John Carpenter

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All the stories before this have been fantastic but I have never been more excited to read a title ever in my life

Cracking open some William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918) (my beloved) again this morning to see what’s going on in here:

Firstly I love the words “ghost finder.” Secondly, I’m delighted to find my second favourite Victorian-era framing device:

I, the narrator am not interesting myself… but I DO have an interesting friend

My interesting friend likes to invite me to dinner so he can tell me interesting stories

I write these stories down for profit

(My favourite Victorian framing device is when you add another layer of removal and ideally also a written account, aka: “I, the narrator, am not interesting, BUT I met a slightly interesting guy who told me about a strange letter he got from his EXTREMELY interesting friend”)

Anyway, so the narrator is meeting Carnacki for dinner at his house because he sent an invitation card to the narrator and three other friends saying “boys I am back in town and I have gossip.”

The names of the friends are great Victorian “I refer to my friends by their surnames” material:

Arkright

Jessop

Taylor

The name of the NARRATOR:

Dodgson

Let me just hold up the author’s name on a big sign over my head;

Imagine if you were reading a Sherlock Holmes story by everyone’s friend Arthur Conan Doyle and you cracked it open to find out that Sherlock’s best friend’s name was not Watson, but, like… Boyle.

Now THIS is fiction from 1910!!!!!!!!!

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For his third night in the house he is drawing an elaborate pentagram on the floor which involves chalk, garlic, salt, bowls of water, candles, and: batteries! connected to vacuum tubes!!! It’s 1910!

IT’S COOL! THIS BOOK IS GOOD!!

At one point he goes “look okay yes it’s very funny for a twentieth century man to believe there might be something in these unscientific symbols like the pentagram, but,” which delighted me.

Oh also I have something to be just a little anxious about which is that he did a shopping spree before this scene

Please Carnacki, I don’t want a ghost to eat this cat

Cracking open some William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918) (my beloved) again this morning to see what’s going on in here:

Firstly I love the words “ghost finder.” Secondly, I’m delighted to find my second favourite Victorian-era framing device:

I, the narrator am not interesting myself… but I DO have an interesting friend

My interesting friend likes to invite me to dinner so he can tell me interesting stories

I write these stories down for profit

(My favourite Victorian framing device is when you add another layer of removal and ideally also a written account, aka: “I, the narrator, am not interesting, BUT I met a slightly interesting guy who told me about a strange letter he got from his EXTREMELY interesting friend”)

Anyway, so the narrator is meeting Carnacki for dinner at his house because he sent an invitation card to the narrator and three other friends saying “boys I am back in town and I have gossip.”

The names of the friends are great Victorian “I refer to my friends by their surnames” material:

Arkright

Jessop

Taylor

The name of the NARRATOR:

Dodgson

Let me just hold up the author’s name on a big sign over my head;

Imagine if you were reading a Sherlock Holmes story by everyone’s friend Arthur Conan Doyle and you cracked it open to find out that Sherlock’s best friend’s name was not Watson, but, like… Boyle.

Now THIS is fiction from 1910!!!!!!!!!

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This book is genuinely so good. I would say that I’m getting the ‘creeps’ in fact

Two (2) scary door slamming scenes which I hope inspired Shirley Jackson in The Haunting of Hill House. Like yes she was fully capable of coming up with her own scary doors but I just hope there was some game recognise game between these two legends

Cracking open some William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918) (my beloved) again this morning to see what’s going on in here:

Firstly I love the words “ghost finder.” Secondly, I’m delighted to find my second favourite Victorian-era framing device:

I, the narrator am not interesting myself… but I DO have an interesting friend

My interesting friend likes to invite me to dinner so he can tell me interesting stories

I write these stories down for profit

(My favourite Victorian framing device is when you add another layer of removal and ideally also a written account, aka: “I, the narrator, am not interesting, BUT I met a slightly interesting guy who told me about a strange letter he got from his EXTREMELY interesting friend”)

Anyway, so the narrator is meeting Carnacki for dinner at his house because he sent an invitation card to the narrator and three other friends saying “boys I am back in town and I have gossip.”

The names of the friends are great Victorian “I refer to my friends by their surnames” material:

Arkright

Jessop

Taylor

The name of the NARRATOR:

Dodgson

Let me just hold up the author’s name on a big sign over my head;

Imagine if you were reading a Sherlock Holmes story by everyone’s friend Arthur Conan Doyle and you cracked it open to find out that Sherlock’s best friend’s name was not Watson, but, like… Boyle.

Now THIS is fiction from 1910!!!!!!!!!

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The ‘creeps’

Cracking open some William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918) (my beloved) again this morning to see what’s going on in here:

Firstly I love the words “ghost finder.” Secondly, I’m delighted to find my second favourite Victorian-era framing device:

I, the narrator am not interesting myself… but I DO have an interesting friend

My interesting friend likes to invite me to dinner so he can tell me interesting stories

I write these stories down for profit

(My favourite Victorian framing device is when you add another layer of removal and ideally also a written account, aka: “I, the narrator, am not interesting, BUT I met a slightly interesting guy who told me about a strange letter he got from his EXTREMELY interesting friend”)

Anyway, so the narrator is meeting Carnacki for dinner at his house because he sent an invitation card to the narrator and three other friends saying “boys I am back in town and I have gossip.”

The names of the friends are great Victorian “I refer to my friends by their surnames” material:

Arkright

Jessop

Taylor

The name of the NARRATOR:

Dodgson

Let me just hold up the author’s name on a big sign over my head;

Imagine if you were reading a Sherlock Holmes story by everyone’s friend Arthur Conan Doyle and you cracked it open to find out that Sherlock’s best friend’s name was not Watson, but, like… Boyle.

Now THIS is fiction from 1910!!!!!!!!!

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Cracking open some William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918) (my beloved) again this morning to see what’s going on in here:

Firstly I love the words “ghost finder.” Secondly, I’m delighted to find my second favourite Victorian-era framing device:

I, the narrator am not interesting myself… but I DO have an interesting friend

My interesting friend likes to invite me to dinner so he can tell me interesting stories

I write these stories down for profit

(My favourite Victorian framing device is when you add another layer of removal and ideally also a written account, aka: “I, the narrator, am not interesting, BUT I met a slightly interesting guy who told me about a strange letter he got from his EXTREMELY interesting friend”)

Anyway, so the narrator is meeting Carnacki for dinner at his house because he sent an invitation card to the narrator and three other friends saying “boys I am back in town and I have gossip.”

The names of the friends are great Victorian “I refer to my friends by their surnames” material:

Arkright

Jessop

Taylor

The name of the NARRATOR:

Dodgson

Let me just hold up the author’s name on a big sign over my head;

Imagine if you were reading a Sherlock Holmes story by everyone’s friend Arthur Conan Doyle and you cracked it open to find out that Sherlock’s best friend’s name was not Watson, but, like… Boyle.

Now THIS is fiction from 1910!!!!!!!!!

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Look at him

I am writing something that I guess is in the Weird Fiction genre (I will note that I don’t know if I actually believe this is a genre that exists) in an Australian (sort of) setting.

Anyway what that means practically is: for dinner, I’m reading through the Wikipedia pages of different Australian snakes, because if I’m going to offhandedly mention a species of snake in a first draft it had better be one that is in the right habitat.

I didn’t know we had the most venomous snake in the world in this country but I sure am charmed and delighted by the way the most venomous snake in the world is described in its Wikipedia article:

She’s a lover not a fighter 🥰 One of her bites contains enough venom to kill 100 human adults 🥰🥰

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If you need me I will be in an eastern brown snake polycule under a concrete slab in western sydney

I am writing something that I guess is in the Weird Fiction genre (I will note that I don’t know if I actually believe this is a genre that exists) in an Australian (sort of) setting.

Anyway what that means practically is: for dinner, I’m reading through the Wikipedia pages of different Australian snakes, because if I’m going to offhandedly mention a species of snake in a first draft it had better be one that is in the right habitat.

I didn’t know we had the most venomous snake in the world in this country but I sure am charmed and delighted by the way the most venomous snake in the world is described in its Wikipedia article:

She’s a lover not a fighter 🥰 One of her bites contains enough venom to kill 100 human adults 🥰🥰