It's September and we're in a heatwave so instead of choosing violence here's some oppressive summer gothics to match the abysmal autumn vibes
The criteria - they have to be hot and humid, they have to be gothic in nature, dark in content, and they have to at least flirt with the paranormal
Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo
This follows Andrew as he moves to a college across the country to step into his dead best friend Eddie's old life as he desperately tries to prove that he must've been murdered. Haunted, both figuratively and literally, angry and grieving, Andrew sets off on a path that leads him to question everything he ever thought he knew about himself and their history together as he fights to accept who he is, who Eddie was, and maybe tries to learn how to live without him. Fast-paced, dark, and super gay.
Water Shall Refuse Them by Lucie McKnight Hardy
After the death of her little sister, teenager Nif and her family move to rural Wales for the summer in an attempt to escape their grief. Set in the 1970s during a heatwave the isolation and oppressive weather quickly start to take their toll. With an emotionally absent mother, a father with a wandering eye and a needy younger brother, Nif becomes convinced she's stumbled across her own kind of magic, before catching the attention of the strange boy across the street. Think Shirley Jackson, definitely not YA.
Dark and Shallow Lies by Ginny Myers Sain
Now, this is YA. We follow 17 year old Grey as she returns back to her tiny hometown in the Louisiana Bayou for the summer 6 months after her best friends mysterious disappearance. In a town that claims to be the 'psychic capitol of the world', someone must know something, right? Full of secrets, lies, and a boy who steps out of the forest with storm-bright eyes, this was a quick and twisty atmospheric read.
The Hacienda by Isabel Canas
When political upheaval gets her father executed and his family is left in shame and destitution, Beatriz decides she'll do whatever it takes to find security in her life again. When a handsome Don proposes, Beatriz jumps at the chance to accept and move out to his countryside estate with big plans for the future, but it doesn't take long before she's spending her nights terrorised by a mysterious entity inside her new home, forcing her to seek help from the strangest of places. The imagery is creepy, the tone is tense, there's a hot priest, what more do you want?
Cold Moon Over Babylon by Michael McDowell
Probably the darkest book on this list, and definitely the oldest. When a young girl is brutally murdered within sight of her home, it starts a chain of events that will see a family destroyed, secrets and lies exposed, and a vengeful creature that looks almost human to rise from the river as the town that surrounds it starts to crumble. The people are unlikeable, the book is old, the content is Dark - you've been warned.
Ghost Wood Song by Erica Waters
Also YA but this time for the bisexuals. Shady Grove can call ghosts from the grave with her music, just like her daddy could, but everyone knows that only trouble comes from playing for the dead. When her brother is accused of murder, Shady decides to embrace her birthright and use any power she can to clear his name. It's sweet, it's sad, it's lyrical, and there's a little bi love triangle sprinkled in to sweeten the sorrows. It's also a debut!
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L + Ratio + your mother is so fat they didnt call ghostbusters + stay puft man was all i dont trust her + in other words she ate him + stay puft mans big + thats how we know shes fat just to clarify + basketball + a basketball + yeah well your mother was a basketball + i went there your mither was a basketball + a basketball + shes a basketball + a basketball + after all shes bouncing like she had a bottle of adderall + shes also fat + not sure if i mentioned that + twenty-nine inches wide from all sides to be exact
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“Joel?”
“Upstairs.”
He started to take up wood carving. He spent a week earnestly making this spare room into something he could use for the hobby. It had enough wall space to hang the guitars he made, and he built some shelves for the wooden animals that didn’t make their way to other random shelves around their downstairs. The closet has enough room for any extra supplies, and the windows offered the perfect amount of natural light for his work.
Ellie entered the room, Joel’s back to her as he softly hummed while working on a new little project. “Hi,” she greeted, coming up behind his chair and peering over his shoulder.
“Hey, baby girl,” he smiled, resting his arms on the table and turning to her. “Goin’ out?”
“Yeah, Dina and Jesse want to meet at the Tipsy Bison for some food.”
Joel nodded, a hesitant smile. He trusted those two, but his heart always dropped to his stomach when he couldn’t see Ellie. Nothing would happen to her as she was just walking three minutes away to the establishment, but he still worried. “Good. Good, I’m glad you’re hanging out with them.” He was. She was making friends. She was bonding with other people. She was laughing again. It was good.
“Joel, I’ll be fine,” she reassured, trying to calm his obvious nerves that always surfaced when she left the house. He breathed in, preparing a response, but she spoke again, kneeling beside his chair to be more level with him. “What’re you working on?”
He smiled proudly. Whether she was genuinely interested or not, he loved these moments with her. Getting to talk about wood carving was nice, too. He lifted the creature up, twisting it back and forth. “A lion. Mane is being a pain in the ass though. Can’t quite get it right.”
“You made a fucking detailed elephant, I think you can manage a lion’s mane.”
“Maybe so, kiddo.” He lifted the knife again to start picking at the mane again.
A minute of silence passed as she watched him tentatively carve away at the lion’s mane. He had everything else down, down to the detail of its paws. She sighed. You should stay. “I should go, they’re probably waiting for me,” she said, using the arm of his chair to push herself up.
“Hey-“ he called, his hand finding hers on the arm of his chair. He dropped the knife, turning towards her. Ellie rolled her eyes and squatted back down beside him.
He grabbed the opposite side of her head, bringing her head close and kissing the hair above her ear. A second one, always. “Be safe,” he whispered into her hair.
If there were around anyone, she’d be way too embarrassed over this. But in the comfort of their home? She relished in it.
“Always,” she promised. She squeezed his hand once, letting go as she pushed herself up completely and headed for the door.
Every damn door in the house creaked, and this one was no exception. She pulled the handle towards herself as she backed out of the room, eyes still on Joel.
“Love you, kiddo,” he called, the creaking of the door abruptly stopping as Ellie paused.
I love you so much. She rested her head against the door briefly, smiling to herself. She sighed again, contentment lingering on her breath. “Love you, too.”
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A fun little head cannon I have is that France is actually a terrible cook. He never actually cooks for people and just judges everyone for their bad dishes and says he could do better. It's why he's so critical of England & everyone else cooking all the time he's trying to divert attention away from himself. Like England just passively mentions food and he's like. "Well your food is terrible!! It's disgusting! Nothing like what I could make. I won't even bother cooking for you because your underdeveloped palate wouldn't appreciate it anyway." But he's actually sweating bullets because he can't actually back that claim. Then when he does that it normally changes the subject and he gets to keep his charade up another day. We've never see him cook anything. We've just seen him either talk about it or with the final product. Like maybe he has a little Remy living in his hair doing it for him.
(Also he jumps on Italy because he says he ruins food by dumping sauce on everything but as someone who went to culinary school, French food is very wet. Not saying that is a bad thing everyone likes sauce, I'm just saying his statement here would not hold up in court. Ell Woods the greatest lawyer of all time would have had him julienned on the stand in 2 seconds flat.)
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