Second favorite Huntrix ship behind Polytrix is Zoemira dating in secret and Rumi getting increasingly annoyed at how bad they are at being secret.
She confronts them about it and they deny it and she’s like “girls, I could make out with one of you, with tounge, during a live performance, and I’d still have more plausible deniability about being in a relationship then you two have” before leaving the room and they’re just sitting there like “wait come back. what does that mean? do you want to make out with us? come back and explain.”
Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, vampire, walking into any denominational holy place: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, a janitor, sweeping up the vampires ashes: where the fUCk did all this dirt come from
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered
I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”
Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers
Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft
In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.
that scene in the lost boys where michael is floating outside his brother’s window only tethered by the landline phone like ‘I AM NOT A VAMPIRE PLEASE DON’T TELL MOM’ is like top ten scenes in cinema
Eddie Munson was a gifted kid who grew up in poverty and neglect without the nurturing environment he desperately needed.
He was neurodivergent and hyperactive.
He coped in high school by experimenting with drugs, skipping school, making himself to be the most expressive and obnoxious in any room, and keeping himself preoccupied with hobbies,friends and a fictional world to avoid any thought of his actual future.
And man, if that isn’t some specific ass representation you never get but desperately need.
