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elon on Twitter rn

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Sharing a short story I wrote about my 70s Hollywood Vampire the Masquerade Character

I usually don't post my writing, but I liked this piece a lot. I'm far from a pro-writer so please be nice :)

Content Warnings: violence, reference of sex, reference of sexual harassment

After a long day of filming and a few too many martinis at downtown Hollywood’s sketchiest bar,  we headed back to my apartment. It was a Friday so we had nothing to do the next day. Arabella often stayed in my apartment. I don’t think she had a place of her own. It would make sense. A lot of these new filmmakers come to Hollywood with nothing. Sometimes she would crash on my couch, sometimes sleep in my own bed. Tonight felt different. Of course it was different. But Arabella made no comments about what happened last night in the cemetery. Even the bruises, both on her face from that barfight and the love bites I placed on her neck, seemed to have vanished already. She always seemed to heal strangely quickly. There were many strange things about Arabella.

Directors were always odd. They often got far too obsessed with their work. And as one of the few female filmmakers in Hollywood, Arabella seemed extra determined to succeed and be taken seriously. She was a firm believer in these new method acting techniques. For myself, who would be playing a cold-blooded killer, these practices could be rather strange. She would often take me out to bars, starting fights and teaching me how to properly beat up the other patrons. I’d often get my ass handed to me, but she always came out on top. Other nights she’d bring me to the cemetery, twice even locking me in a coffin for a bit. Similar to last night, but then we were together in that mausoleum. It should have struck me as odd, how she was able to break us into it in the first place, but the second she slid her hand down my jeans I couldn’t bring myself to care. Maybe I shouldn’t have put as much trust into this eerie, enigmatic woman as I did, but something about her seemed so captivating. Plus, her directing skills were incredible and the story she wrote was unlike anything I had seen before. 

I was pretty well known for my last movie. I was a Scream Queen, the Final Girl left victorious on the screen, covered in blood after all my friends were killed. In my first project, I was the girl that died first, killed off mid-makeout session, the camera centered on my tits. But in this new film, I wouldn’t be the stupid slut or the innocent victim. I would be the killer, tracking down all who had wronged me. I was willing to do whatever was needed for this movie. 

Arabella seemed oddly quiet on the walk. She was usually loud and talkative, especially after a few drinks. I hoped that she didn’t regret last night. It was my first time with a woman and unlike anything I had experienced before. I craved more of her. 

As we got to my apartment, Arabella paused. “Miriam, I have a special surprise for you. Can you wait here while I get it ready at your place?”

“Sure,” I responded, handing her my keys. I lit a cigarette as she headed up, waiting alone and wondering what the surprise could be. 

After about 15 minutes, Arabella returned looking stranger than usual. She was smiling wide, but something that looked like blood was smeared on her lower lip. 

“Bella, is everything ok?” I asked.

“Everything is just perfect, darling,” she replied, wiping her mouth. “Your surprise is all ready and I know you're just going to love it.” 

Something was clearly wrong, but I followed her up those stairs to my place. Maybe I was stupid or drunk, or maybe I just wanted the darkness I knew she was bringing into my life. But I was completely unprepared for what was behind my door.

Gagged and tied to my couch was my first director, Sal Flynn. I had despised working with that man. He always had to make a pass as me, always got far too touchy when directing, especially when my top was off. I often told Arabella about these stories, happy to have someone who would listen as I complained of all the awful men that ran Hollywood. Now here Sal was: terrified and clearly injured in my apartment. The room was spinning and breathing became difficult.

“Arabella, what the fuck is going on? Did you kidnap this man?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, Miri. I didn’t kidnap anyone. He was invited and came by his own free will. He was even open to the rope. I just went a tiny bit too far with the biting.” 

“Well tell him to get out,” I demanded. “I do not want this fucker in my place.” 

“Not just yet, darling. I promise we are going to have fun with him.” She smiled, walked up towards me. Her face began to contort into something I have never seen before. Her teeth appeared to be long and razor sharp. I tried to let out a scream, but before I could make a sound she shoved a piece of cloth into my mouth and tied it behind my head. “Shhh, we don’t want to bother the neighbors, do we? Don’t worry, this will only hurt for a second.”

She grabbed me tight as her teeth began to dig into my neck. I thought about how I had bit hers just the night before. But this was far different. The pain was searing as she dug through my neck into my artery. It was unlike my death in Sal’s movie. I couldn't fight or scream. All I could do was moan in pain and dizzily collapse further into her grasp. 

Just as my vision began to darken, Arabella pulled herself away from my neck and I crumbled onto the floor. She pulled out a shiny silver blade and cut a long slash across her wrist. She grabbed my face, fingers tight around my jaw, pulling away the gag and bringing my mouth to her wound. 

“Drink,” she instructed. Despite my terror and confusion, I used the little strength I had left to do exactly that. Her blood was cold and metallic. I sucked it up, just as she had told me until my own blood loss caused me to faint. I died there in her arms. 

Then I awoke. She was sitting on my couch, still coated in my blood, which turned her straw blond hair dark red. She smoked a cigarette as Sal sat still whimpering with fear. I felt hungry, hungrier than I ever had. I spend most of my life obsessed with monsters. I stayed up reading books like Frankenstein and Dracula, went to the movie theater to watch everything from “Psycho” to “Night of the Living Dead” and worked to tell the stories of these creatures in my own movies. Now, it seemed, I had become one of these monsters. I knew exactly what came next.

My teeth seemed to go right into Sal’s flesh as if it were a perfectly cooked steak. His blood was warm and sweet. Strangely enough, it brought back memories of the hot cocco my grandmother used to make for me as a child. Once I finished my feast, Arabella and I fucked right on the couch, still next to the corpse of the man I loathed. 

We slept all through the day and once the sun went down she taught me how to clean up my mess. We bleached all the blood off my floor and furniture, which took us hours. In my bathtub, we cut the body into 6 different pieces. We drove her Camaro out to the California desert and buried what remained of Sal Flynn in several different spots. On the drive back, I practiced my lines. Arabella and I were going to make a great fucking horror movie. 

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Reblogging this once again after watching I Saw the TV Glow because that movie had so many Buffy references. The fact that The Pink Opaque had a queer character named Tara while Amber Benson made a cameo as well. So obviously about how Buffy helped queer people come to terms with their queerness

the problem with watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time when you're 13 is that it will fundamentally reshape your brain chemistry to the point where literally all fiction becomes buffy the vampire slayer in different fonts. "watch another show!" you might say, and believe me i have! i promise i've watched many other shows since i was 13. but the problem is that all those other shows as well as films, books, podcasts etc. are simply deviations of buffy the vampire slayer to me. it's the holy text, the primary source. everything else is just commentary.

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Getting to be warm out, which means my spooky season is coming up

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the problem with watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time when you're 13 is that it will fundamentally reshape your brain chemistry to the point where literally all fiction becomes buffy the vampire slayer in different fonts. "watch another show!" you might say, and believe me i have! i promise i've watched many other shows since i was 13. but the problem is that all those other shows as well as films, books, podcasts etc. are simply deviations of buffy the vampire slayer to me. it's the holy text, the primary source. everything else is just commentary.

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3/4 Books into Maggie Steifvater’s The Raven Cycle and want to know why Blue is literally me

- We both grew up with large extended families of loud, spiritual women who lived together in one house.

- We both are known for making things too loud and energetic and have been asked to leave rooms because we made them too loud.

- We both have moms with kinda morbid jobs that involve hearing and interpreting people’s life stories. We also both grew up helping our moms with work a lot, leading to us being really good at listening to people.

- We both are extraverts and like to talk but also have trouble relating to people our age, kinda due to our moms’ jobs.

- We both want to be ecologists.

- We both love yogurt.

- We both had our first kiss platonically at age 18 with an emo skaterboy who we would never and could never date. Ironically, my friend was named Blue.

- We are both really short.

Can’t wait to read the last book in this series.

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Don’t quite understand what was going on in Jason Pargin/David Wong’s “John Dies in the End,” but the vibes were there

This book makes you laugh, be absolutely disturbed and question reality all within a few pages. While I found it quite confusing, it was incredibly fun and a must-read for fans of horror-comedy.

The book is told from the point of view of David Wong, a normal guy from an undisclosed midwestern town. He is in an absolutely terrible midwest emo band with his best friend John. One night after a show, a strange drug known as “soy sauce” gives the duo the ability to look into hell. Things just get weird from there.

The book features a hilarious cast of characters who are all absolutely awful people. David’s retelling of these supposedly true events if hilarious. The book has odd meat monsters, magic dogs, people made of spiders, shitty small-town bands and so much more. I can’t wait to read the rest of this bizarre series.

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“The Dark”

This episode of the American radio drama “Lights Out” originally aired on December 29, 1937. The show aired from 1934 to 1947 and focused primarily on horror and supernatural fiction. Unfortunately, the original recording of “The Dark” was lost. However, it was recreated in 1962 for shows creator, Arch Oboler’s album Drop Dead!.

In this episode, an ambulance drives to an odd house after receiving a strange call. Within it, a doctor and policeman find echoing laughter, a horrifyingly mangled body, strange darkness and a gruesome fate they cannot outrun.

This is known as one of the best horror audio dramas out there. It left me with chills as I listened to it. Despite its 8-minute run time (much shorted than the original half-hour episode), it features an amazing story, audio production and acting. Everything comes together to create a macabre, terrifying tale!

https://www.oldtimeradiodownloads.com/thriller/lights-out/the-dark-1937-12-29