An Alive Thing Next To A Different Sort Of Alive Thing

All of the Prehistoric Pride guys in one collective post to celebrate pride month. Choose your fighter and have an awesome time :D

More suggestions are always welcome, I sadly was not able to cover everyone, but I will do more of these in the future!

I am going to add more and more to the collection as I get them done :D

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flocked inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

there’s a website where you put in two musicians/artists and it makes a playlist that slowly transitions from one musician’s style of music to the other’s

it’s really fun

a few more great films that are free on the internet archive

in decent quality too!

first list, second list

aggregate letterboxd list, archive list of all the films

perfect blue (1997) dir. satoshi kon

carol (2015) dir. todd haynes

the elephant man (1980) dir. david lynch

a girl walks home alone at night (2014) dir. ana lily amirpour

d.e.b.s. (2004) dir. angela robinson

nausicaa of the valley of the wind (1984) dir. hayao miyazaki

killer klowns from outer space (1988) dir. stephen chiodo

mommy (2014) dir. xavier dolan

jennifer's body (2009) dir. karyn kusama

suspiria (1977) dir. dario argento

battleship potemkin (1925) dir. sergei eisenstein

his girl friday (1940) dir. howard hawks

cube (1997) dir. vincenzo natali

nightcrawler (2014) dir. dan gilroy

black orpheus (1959) dir. marcel camus

chunking express (1994) dir. wong kar wai

meeting people is easy: a film about radiohead (2001) dir. grant gee

the grapes of wrath (1940) dir. john ford

the black cat (1941) dir. albert s rogell

the tin star (1957) dir. anthony mann

I will always reblog when i see art i believed was a photo but turns out to be fucking PAINTED

Cold snap - Steve Smulka

American, b. 1949 -

Oil on linen , 36 x 48 cm.

starting an elite paramilitary black ops group who sneak into the homes of authors and cut one to three zeroes off any number of years given in a fantasy or sci-fi novel

this thread on twitter is fucking killing me

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.