Massive old-growth sycamore, maple, and pine churned around me and littered the path with shorn twigs. Leaves and detritus funneled as if into the gold-black throat of the next world.
Blood Standard, Laird Barron
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miraculum // steph post
this beautiful book promises
✓ a travelling circus
✓ tattooed snake charmer x roughneck mural painter
✓ part Southern Gothic, part Noir, part Magical Realism
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ladybug makes the observation at some point that chat noir, at the ripe age of fifteen, acts like such a dad sometimes. like he'll comment about how she should really sit up straight while theyre chilling out after patrol, and he'll start bringing a pair of binoculars so he can birdwatch from their rooftop, and he'll do that thing where after she casually mentions she's been craving strawberies lately he starts bringing industrial amounts of strawberries for her every time they meet. and she just thinks, wow, this boy must come from such a wonderful family for him to be so cute.
so when he quietly admits to her one day that he hasn't hugged his own dad in years, in fact he's not even sure if his own dad really likes him very much, her heart shatters
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Steve has a tell when he starts dating someone, which is why Robin always knows when Steve is going on a hot date. There is a cologne that he designates only for date nights. This is how Robin finds out that Steve and Eddie are dating.
"So, who's the lucky lady this time?" Robin asks, leaning over the counter dangling Steve's keys in front of him with a shit eating grin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Steve responds, rolling his eyes.
Before he can grab for his keys Robin pulls them away. "I know you're going on a hot date because of what you're wearing."
Steve scoffs, trying to grab for his keys again with no luck, watching Robin pocket them in horror.
Robin smirks as she looks him up and down. "You're wearing a Henley tucked into the tightest pair of Levi's you can squeeze that ass into..."
"Jesus, Robin." Steve breaths out, ears turning a shade of pink. "I'm..."
Robin puts up a hand to stop him from speaking even further. "Let me finish." She says smugly. "And to top it off you're wearing Drakkar Noir, which always screams, STEVE HARRINGTON IS GETTING LAID." Robin finishes her sentence with a wide grin, seeing as the pink from his ears has now spread to his entire face making it's way down his neck.
Before either one of them can speak the bell jingles as the door to Family Video opens.
"Come on Harrington," Eddie booms from the open door. "I want to get to the diner before anyone can take our booth."
Steve offers a slow smile to Robin, seeing that her jaw has dropped in pure shock. "Can I have my keys now?"
Still speechless, she digs his keys out of her pocket and places them in Steve's hand.
Just as he's about to pull away she grabs his wrist, "I want details, Harrington."
"In your dreams, Buckley."
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Blade Runner Marvel Comics Super Special, 1982. Cover art by Jim Steranko.
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Wind whistled, as far off as the icy blackness around Pluto...
Laird Barron, Blood Standard
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so was anyone going to tell me that in the french 1991 album "and the stars are black and cold" is "les etoiles rient dans le noir"/"the stars laugh in the dark" or was i just supposed to realise it all of a sudden while relistening it myself
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M. Peterka. In the archives of Prague Castle. Praha, Czechoslovakia. 1950s
I Am Collective Memories • Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk
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