stuff I like
- when the person kidnapped by the villain is all ‘no one’s going to come for me’ and
- someone does, but it’s the person they’d least expect
- EVERYONE COMES because wow, maybe I am depressed because I didn’t think I knew this many people, much less that they liked me
- no one comes and the villain gets pissed on their captive’s behalf and treats them better than their former associates did
- they rescue themselves and everyone’s so impressed but the person yells because I AM CAPABLE AND YOU SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST NOTICED I’D BEEN KIDNAPPED
- they get rescued by a deus ex machina, preferably their dad/mom/grandma/old associate who is exponentially cooler than the heroes
basically, I like it when people get rescued and get validation
Lovecraftian Horror
👽TYPES OF ALIEN AESTHETICS👽
Greys: black hoodies and skinny jeans, long walks through the suburbs at night, names carved into picnic tables, X-files posters and gifted mix-tapes, gravel scraped knees, the moon behind power lines behind tree branches, black holes, hunger for truth, Kurt Vonnegut paperbacks, computer-screens glowing into disheveled bedrooms.
Flatwoods Monster: crocheted quilts and creature features, summer nights full of otherworldly cicada-song, vinyl records, evening through a window screen, fireflies in mason jars, comic book pages blowing in pre-storm winds, red embroidery thread, valuing truth and justice above looking cool, knowing the names of constellations.
Hovering Orbs of Light: city skylines reflected in water, hasty charcoal landscapes torn out of sketchbooks, posters of nebulas, polaroid photography, stubs of train tickets, Steven Spielberg scripts, impressionist nocturnes, labradorescence, just wants to go hang out at the aquarium, big dreams, strong opinions about YA novels.
Little Green Men: fidgety, spams their friends with memes, unicorn-pattern everything, wants to go on a road trip, patches on backpacks, round iridescent sunglasses, integrates glitter wherever possible, electronic music and fireworks, collections of cactuses, would hate to be considered ordinary, collects crystals and loves scooby-doo.
Lovecraftian Horror: bulky winter coats with turned up collars, thick slate-grey scarves, underground waterfalls, trilobites fossils in sleepy small-town museums, the sound of footsteps in snow, has trouble getting close to people, terrible at small talk, late nights with a long novel, hot chocolate and old lighthouses, the friend that takes spiders outside.
I think I understand what happened to Frank.
Keep reading
Where do i apply
no offence but do i look like i understand anything
Today’s Plans
Go feral
Grow moss
Overthrow the government
Feed my frogs
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