sillier-than-thou

[sillier-than-thou]

came across your blog and I gotta say you're one vibey motherfucker

omg, thank you!! :P

[sillier-than-thou]

Nobody asked but here’s my Eurovision top 10 this year (excluding Sweden as that’s my own country)

1. ICH KOMME by Erika Vikman, Finland 🇫🇮

2. Tavo akys by Katarsis, Lithuania 🇱🇹

3. La poupée monte le son by Laura Thorn, Luxemburg 🇱🇺

4. Zjerm by Shkodra Elektronike, Albania 🇦🇱

5. Wasted Love by JJ, Austria 🇦🇹

6. Voyage by Zoë Më, Switzerland 🇨🇭

7. RÓA by VÆB, Iceland 🇮🇸

8. Baller by Abor & Tynna, Germany 🇩🇪

9. Volevo essere un duro by Lucio Corsi, Italy 🇮🇹

10. GAJA by Justyna Steczkowska, Poland 🇵🇱

:P

[sillier-than-thou]

Excerpts from the chapter I'm almost finished with, basically a continuation of MAG 97 – We All Ignore The Pit

It's my first fan-fiction, and English isn't my first language. But I'm really proud of how this is turning out, I never realised how fun it is to write body horror. I wonder if @jonnywaistcoat would be proud of me? Feedback and general thoughts are much appreciated! CW: Dismemberment, vomiting, claustrophobia, general grossness 1. "But a normal sinkhole shouldn’t have teeth. It shouldn’t have a tongue. It shouldn’t beckon. The hole wasn’t hungry, but still it ate. If it had a stomach, it was already full since a while back, but it kept on pressing in more and more – mushing it together, overflowing into its damp stone throat and pushing down into its colon of jagged cave systems.  

Crevices and folds were hard and smooth, “food” pinned against them forced into an unyielding hug. Many such crevices, if deep enough, collected fluid that gushed out on impact. The gaping mouth breathed in surrounding air just as any, but unceremoniously extinguished it, leaving the exhale a grimy, foul stench.

Each night the gluttonous thing called for its citizens, each night they complied – their bodies piled within its dirt-encased border. Each morning it expanded, taking up more room as the world moved to accommodate it. And this night, finally, the pit would call out to the sky. After swallowing the towns inhabitants, it would lure the remaining air into its maw, and then it’d tug at the fabric. Pull the sky further down. Pull phone-lines and apartment buildings down with it. Down, down, choking, pleading for space but unable to turn and look for it. 

And as existence itself slowly found its place in an already-full-stomach, fear would thrive.  

The turquoise walls of the cooler bag were rigid, stiff creases forming as the top was unzipped and structure set off-balance. Inside of it was a corpse. The skin was pale but not yet discoloured, though with that sickly blue surrounding it, you could hardly tell. Limbs had been severed and stacked – not gracefully, but effectively – and fit neatly within their vessel. Little blood remained once they had been packed, but a few spills still stained the bag purple, especially at the bottom. The head lay quite far down, and long brown hair sprawled up and entangled everything. A bright blue eye glistened between bone and muscle from cargo above, with life it surely shouldn’t have.

The person who was now multiple pieces of dead body, was a man named Jan Kilbride." 2. "She did feel guilty, but it was a necessary evil. Indulging in her emotions could break her concentration, and that’d mean the death of far more people. Or worse. And as the pit let out two wet gurgling noises, she reached down for an arm.

At first the arm fell with a (perhaps slightly quicker than) normal pace. But once level with the downwards slope, it slowed. Thereon it appeared to sink through thick mud, mud which seemed determined to crush it and force its descent to a halt. Pausing right above the massive sinkhole, the arm began to fizzle, to dissolve the mud into water. The water formed waves. Waves in the air that caused loose rocks to fall off the now vibrating surface, hastily and without struggle. And with that, the arm regained its previous velocity and nosedived into the pitch-black maw. 

Silence ensued – followed by something sick and acidic oozing out of the pit, embellished with lumps of bone and skin. The town’s foundation shook with nausea.

Each new limb thrown caused roughly the same effect, though the silence dragged out longer and the shaking became all the more violent. Gertrude stood firm, barely turning to look as she retrieved the limbs from the bag beside her. The puke which had emitted from the hole amassed into a large puddle which began to soak through the dirt below, back into the depths of soil. Gradually the sky above succumbed to the black of night, shadows overflowing into all-encompassing darkness.

With only the head remaining; gravel, plastic bags and cigarette stumps were thrust up and down from the vibrating ground, creating a cacophony of textures hitting concrete. Gertrude grabbed its hair and pulled out the head out, it tilted sideways in resistance as some strands had stuck to now-dried blood. Just a couple hours earlier Jan had had a scalp full of luscious locks, now it was riddled with bald spots as lumps of hair had gotten entangled with his limbs in the bag, and were subsequently ripped out. Freeing it, Gertrude slung the decapitated head into the pit and watched with reluctant trepidation.

The sinkhole groaned and the air twisted itself as if trying to stifle a stomach ache." 3. "They walked casually, just taking an evening stroll. Same as the horde that followed, crowds from every direction merging into a circle which grew nearer around the hungering sinkhole. Though they all differed in age and ethnicity they maintained a certain uniformity, as is often the case in small towns. The groundwork for this one was the crushing weight of dirt; It coloured their eyes, slowed their gait and slouched their posture. 

The swarm stopped right where the pit started. Everyone pressed against each other to get closer, squeezing and pushing and crushing until the front row caved in and landed face-first inside the dark hole. Each successive front row of the congregation fell into it just the same, bodies piled high.

They looked so soft laying flat atop each other. Muscles were relaxed, letting go of the strenuous task of remaining upright and lending all of their autonomy to the unrelenting pull of gravity. It looked like layers of a fluffy cake. It also seemed like bones and teeth were sharper than ever before, digging deep into strangers’ skin, joints grinding together, blood mixing with dirt and saliva.

Then, once every single citizen in Bucoda could be found somewhere inside the pile, the silence finally broke. All pieces of Jan rested at the very bottom, pulsating and burning and refusing to be digested, gnawing a hole in the compressed mass and replacing it with nothing but air. Once again the sinkhole expelled its vomit. Mounds of flesh and acid engulfed everyone, disintegrated them.

The earth wailed in quakes, rooftops divorced from their buildings and trees from their roots. The entire street was a child crying out in pain for its guardian, tormented by a hunger that spread from within."  :3

[sillier-than-thou]

My mom is showing me old children’s programs from when she was a kid. Yes, you heard me right, CHILDREN’S programs. For CHILDREN, TODDLERS even.

[sillier-than-thou]

Conversation between me and my mom yesterday:

Mom: See you inside…

Me: Yeah! :D

Mom: …my ribcage.

Me: Noo! :(

Mom: I’m gonna make a new human.

Me: what the fuck

[sillier-than-thou]

I made this for a school assignment, it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever created

[sillier-than-thou]

Has anyone else noticed that @jonnywaistcoat REALLY likes the verb “shift”? I don’t know wether or not that’s the case for The Magnus Archives, but I’ve just finished reading Thirteen Storeys and Family Business, and now I want to go back and highlight every instance of that verb because there’s just so much shifting going on in those books!

[sillier-than-thou]

someone sedate this man.

[sillier-than-thou]

I don’t think I’m a lesbian, but it’s getting increasingly harder to convince myself that men are in any way attractive whatsoever

[sillier-than-thou]

No I’m not a self-critical person, yes I criticize myself all of the time - but I’m always right about everything, so my criticism is objectively accurate and based on sound reasoning and analysis - I suck but that’s not overly self-critical at all it’s just true /sarc

[sillier-than-thou]

Stared at this without moving for the entirety of Chappell Roan’s hit song “HOT TO GO!”

Spread

[sillier-than-thou]

MAKING HIM WHISTLE CAUSE HES THE CANARY IN THE COAL MINE WAS CRAZY WORK.

[sillier-than-thou]

[sillier-than-thou]

day 89 no new litwtc

[sillier-than-thou]

Gay test

[sillier-than-thou]

WAIT. WAIT NO WAY WAS ANYBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT WAS ALEXANDER J NEWALL? HOLY FUCK IM SPEECHLESS

Heavy on the Arctic part

[sillier-than-thou]

she's a little ugly right now but it's ok