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thestarsarecool · 7 months
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MARK ELLEN: I met [Paul McCartney] towards the end of 1982 and it was the first, I think it was the first interview he’d done after the death of John Lennon — as if I wasn’t already wound up about the idea of meeting McCartney, my great hero. I was then given the absolute fourth-degree by the PR, Bernard Doherty, who said “Do not mention John Lennon.” I said “Obviously, obviously I won’t!” “If you mention John Lennon, he’ll walk-”. I said “I understand that!”
Source: Word in Your Ear Podcast, Episode 241 - The McCartneycast
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In the sense of possessions and objects becoming lost after their owner dies or abandons them in some way, and those objects carrying traces of their owners throughout the rest of their existences, thinking about how House of Leaves (the manuscript/physical book) is haunted by everyone who touches it.
First Zampanò, who almost inhabits it as a ghost with unfinished business in the sense of the manuscript never being completed or polished. The quote from the last woman who saw him in Truant’s introduction mentions that “death finally saw to [Zampanò’s mind settling]” however because of this books physical existence I don’t believe that to be the case. As long as it can be read by others, Zampanò will never truly rest as its existence will forever be known by at least someone, keeping both him and his original manuscript alive. Despite his physical passing, Zampanò can never truly be gone. It seems appropriate for him, to be honest, and somehow I feel like he was aware of this himself as he wrote the manuscript.
Then Truant unintentionally haunting it himself with his addendums and footnotes of his own story, adding to what already was a maze of a book. Whether he wanted it or not (though I believe he already was aware), he is now forever tied to the manuscript. The fact that he inserted himself so heavily into the book only reinforced that bond and inexorably ensured his mark on the manuscript. Another soul trapped inside its pages.
As I go back through and annotate this book with my own connections, definitions, and decipherings, I realize that I too have come to haunt it. Until this specific copy is someday destroyed, I now have a say in the matters within the book. I have added a bit of myself and my mind to the maze. And this is the same for anyone who has ever also annotated or read House of Leaves. Like drops of rain making ripples in a lake, we have all impacted the manuscript’s existence simply by reading it. We all haunt this book now.
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*with hair on fire and holding her arm* I think I broke my arms while training....
Alsolso my hair is on fire if you didn't notice it seems like my water part won't work right now
@a-simpfortessa-lesbriean
Oh dear. *gets the fire extinguisher and covers your hair in the foam* fire problem is solved.
Now your arm. *gets the med kit* I'll also use plaster okay? *wraps soft bandage around your arm, then wraps a layer of normal bandage around it, and then makes the plasterbandage wet so it can folded around your arm and stays like that. Moon starts wrapping the wet plaster bandage around your arm and then waits for it to dry* this should work.
*gets some painkillers* Take these. It should work within 30 minutes
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will80sbyers · 1 year
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xandriagreat · 7 months
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Happy birthday Wolf and Happy 7th Anniversary
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writesailingdreams · 9 months
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grumpy-cardigan · 5 months
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Tomorrow there is a bridge being assembled in my hometown! Well, the arched center section is being put into place. You can watch it on the cam!
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burningparadiseduck · 5 months
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Nilou. That’s it.
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Black stain with Supernova please?
I went a little far with this one, but I really like how it turned out! I think it's fun.
The word count is 916 words.
Supernova used to look at the black stain on his ribs often. He thought it was funny, what kinda person would just... press up against him? He figured that they most likely would be running and they would just bump into him on accident.
But then the accident happened, and Supernova couldn't see anymore. He tried to remember where the spots were, tried his best to remember exactly where the markings ended on his bones but... he forgot it sometimes.
The head damage caused by that stupid FISH Pisces made it so he couldn't see and sometimes he forgot things. He hated it. He hated it so much.
How the hell was he supposed to live without being able to see?
It took a while for him to get used to it, and to the hunting, but he grew different ways to figure out how to hunt and how to get food for himself and his brother... and he didn't regret a single thing that he did.
Sometimes you had to do things that you didn't want to do. That didn't mean that he was a bad guy, if anything, he thought that everyone else was.
The other monsters... they were a pain in the ass.
At least Supernova doesn't have to deal with them too often.
The ship that they lived in was huge and only Supernova and Sunspot stayed in it. Humans came into it often, whenever they crashed or wanted to explore. Humans were a little stupid with how curious they were. It often got them killed.
Supernova traveled through the vents, clicking with his teeth and he could hear their footsteps against the metal. He often caught them before too long... he would pull them up into the vents with him and their blood would drip down. Other times he would drop down and kill them down there.
The hallways were most likely covered in blood and whatever else humans had in their squishy bodies, but hey, oh well! Supernova couldn't see it.
He could hear it though.
Their screams, the way the blood fell to the floor... the gross squish sounds that his claws made whenever he cut through their bodies.
He remembered all of that.
The feeling was... strange.
They were all so warm against his ice cold body, and the splash of warmth when their blood splattered against him? It was kind of weirdly comforting. Like a blanket. But then it would start to dry and it felt gross.
He didn't want to do it, but he knew that he needed to. If they left then they wouldn't have any food but also they would most likely tell others what they saw and then more humans would come.
It sounds like a good thing, but if there are too many at once, it could be dangerous for them. He didn't want to deal with that kinda stuff.
But this time? It was different.
He could hear the person's footsteps across the metal, hear their shaky breaths in that strange outfit that they were wearing. They were talking, saying stuff into whatever they were recording with. That wasn't a good thing, was it? He climbs along the vent, listening to them talk. At least they had a nice voice...
It was calming and warm. Even if they sounded terrified. Their fear leaked into their voice like blood staining your clothing. Something that you couldn't stop once it started. Supernova wondered, what did they look like? Did they show their fear or were they trying to hide it? Nobody else was around, but some humans seemed to hate showing their fear. Sometimes they would try to attack him whenever he caught them.
They would claw at his bones, screech out threats that he knew that they couldn't do. Begging for their lives... It hurt his head sometimes if he had to be honest. He shakes his head to get his mind off that and noticed that the footsteps seemed to have stopped. He kept moving, his movements getting faster. He knew that they could hear it.
The human's footsteps started up again, but Supernova was faster and he drops down onto the floor. He felt their body clash against his own, and he reaches up grabbing their arms so they wouldn't be able to run, but he stops.
What was... what was that warm feeling spreading through his chest?
The human screamed and was struggling against his grip but he tightens it.
They didn't relax or anything, he could hear their breath going crazy and their heart was beating so fast.
"Y-You're... You're my soulmate?" they whisper out.
Oh.
Oh no.
He tilts his head one way, then the other, making those clicking sounds with his teeth again. That explained the warmth but... shit.
He taps his fingers against their arms, still holding onto them then he scoops them up off of the ground and starts to hurry through the hallways. He was able to hold them in one of his arms, scampering down the hallway quickly.
If they were his soulmate, then he needed to hide them. Nobody could see them, they needed to leave. They had to get out of here.
He felt guilty, he felt... selfish.
He should kill them, and get food for everyone. He shouldn't feel this stupid attachment already! Yet he... he couldn't stop it.
Didn't he deserve something?
He deserved to be happy for the first time in so long!
He deserved this.
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thelittlemermage · 2 years
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I think maybe all arguments are the same forever 
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bettycanavosio · 2 years
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thinking about like. levels in theatre. like how when someone is stood up it presents them as the most powerful and lying down they’re at their weakest. and when henry is stood up with a gun (another symbol of control and power) in sidney pen’s mouth only to be immediately brought down to his level when he’s shot. the fleeting nature of power and status……
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arcadebluescreened · 2 years
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hey uh-
[slowly gives you the file for SCP-6373]
ok bai
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gladfang · 2 years
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the contrast between kamina’s tattoos being made up of interconncted, sweeping lines and nia’s anti-spiral markings being jagged, seperated straight lines. is this anything
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mikumadds · 19 days
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charlottan · 2 months
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on a r/LetsTalkMusic post asking why rock isnt as popular any more
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general-illyrin · 1 year
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