why do i have to find an actual job instead of being the apprentice of the old witch who lives in the woods?
I am so sorry if you send me and ask and I do not reply, tumblr has not been notifying me when I get an ask
I mean no disrespect here, but I really feel like the back rooms is one of those pieces of online horror that’s been absolutely ruined by the addition of more lore.
Liminal spaces spaces really dig into an aspect of human psychology that I’ve always found really fascinating. When something innocuous just doesn’t feel quite right, but you’re not really sure how. Or when something feels nostalgic to you, but you don’t know when or where you’ve seen this place before. It really digs into real life psychological phenomena, like false memories or the uncanny valley. That’s the sort of horror that I enjoy - horror that doesn’t really feel like horror in the traditional way, but still feeds off of anxieties. That feeling of not quite right. That feeling of needing to look over your shoulder even though you’re completely alone. That feeling of being followed even though there’s nothing to harm. It’s the anticipation; the way your brain chemistry plays tricks on you. The way your baser instincts try to protect you.
And then they just added too much to the back rooms and made it just another generic creepy pasta and it’s just…really…
can you stop making kissy noises at the malevolent entity, please. you’re scaring it
I think an important instinct you have to build up when you read/watch sci-fi is discerning which things are givens. If Arrival tells you that the alien language is atemporal, it is, that's not a puzzle for you to pick apart, it's a prerequisite to getting the rest of the story. When I talk sci-fi with people who don't consume a lot of it this seems to be a thing they get hung up on.
“But why—“ because it make story go. “But I don’t understand what—“ because that’s how the society works. I told you the important parts, the parts that are relevant to the story. I’m not interested in writing a 200-page speculative history Re the entire course of galactic civilization to explain why it’s rude at dinner time to eat before the ambassador eats. “But I don’t understand how (whatever) works—“ it works because it’s science fiction and that’s how it works. The propulsion systems work because the story requires interstellar travel.
I am more interested in the people and the events and the weird ideas. The weird ideas are just weird ideas, this made up fiction story isn’t a thesis statement predicting why cockroaches will be skilled surgeons 10,000 years in the future.
I think this is really important for writers, too. I know I get hung up on worldbuilding details and it's good to have a reminder that I don't need to reinvent DNA just for an alien to have green skin.
This reminds me of learning about mathematical axioms - I had a very strong impulse to find out Why they were axioms and why they were True. And that's kind of the opposite of how axioms work - the whole point of them is that they don't get justified, and they can be entirely arbitrary. The fun thing is the system of rules and theorems you end up with if you assume they're true
And that's basically how I think about worldbuilding in spec fic - sometimes the most fundamental bits don't have anything supporting them, because they're what supports everything else. (Unless it's turtles all the way down)
It would be funny if nuclear waste warning messages become an attraction for future historical linguists.
I mean look at this thing:
A parallel text in 7 languages, with 4 different scripts between them! And pictograms! All designed to be preserved intact!
maybe nothing of value to you is here
That is legitimately a massive problem that the nuclear waste warning projects are aware of and trying desperately to counteract.
Like, every post about them on tumblr going “lmao let’s be real, if I saw this shit I would stop at nothing to explore it” is highlighting the central conceit of the yucca mountain project.
The project is VERY aware of humanity’s tendency to explore, and the people involved are tormented constantly by the fact that ANYTHING they do to indicate “this specific place is extremely deadly and there’s nothing valuable here, GO AWAY” is going to become a fucking MAGNET for treasure hunters, explorers, adventurers, mystery enthusiasts, conspiracy theorists…like, the MOMENT it’s discovered, people will flood that place.
That’s what makes the project so fascinatingly difficult! There’s so much they have to convey, but at the same time, they have to do so without making the site itself interesting in any way, and without making it significant. Many possible warnings don’t incorporate a message at all, focusing instead on simply making the site as ugly, inconvenient, and unimportant-looking as possible so that it’s just never disturbed because nobody is interested in getting close. (It’s why seemingly crazy ideas like the color-changing cat priesthood are actually more viable than the seemingly “practical” example above, which still depends on written warnings guaranteed to be extremely interesting to future humans AND depends on the idea that those future humans will be able to decipher any of our languages. The most viable ideas focus on exploiting superstition and the subconscious, rather than LITERALLY trying to communicate “This place is not a place of honor” etc in as many words. Those are general ideas to be gotten across, not a script.)
The impossible catch-22 of the nuclear waste warning projects is that they absolutely MUST communicate the level of danger and the importance of keeping your distance…while also being acutely aware that warnings on the walls of ancient burial sites about the horrible curses that would afflict anyone who disturbed them did jack-fuck all to dissuade archaeologists.
Anything we do to make the warning seem important will guarantee it’s disregarded, but if we fail to make the warning unmistakable enough, we’re responsible for whatever happens to the humans ten thousand years in the future who suffer from our mistakes.
growing up reading fantasy books was such a bust cause your whole life you’re left wanting more from life and like there’s something missing and you’re just waiting for that missing part to begin but it’s never gonna come
what if 😱 we kissed 👩❤️💋👩 at the area 51 raid 🥴👩🚀👽🥰
send me 💖 + a fandom and i’ll tell you my fav character
part of me wants to write a post about cryptids and settler-colonialism, but then i think about how incredibly broken my blog is thanks to kardala meta and change my mind
basically there is a difference between “fun weird thing we made up” and “actual being from an Indigenous culture we appropriated as part of the process of destroying their culture” and that’s an important distinction to draw. like, some of the beings that get called cryptids have important cultural context that gets stripped away when they’re shoved into pop culture will-nilly. Navajo skin-walkers are beings that shouldn’t be talked about, unless you want to draw them to you (and you don’t). on the other hand, telling stories about wendigos helps us understand traditional Cree (and Anishinabek) legal orders and customs. b’gwus/sásq'ets (sasquatch/bigfoot) stories have been told up and down the coast of the pacific northwest for thousands of years and now tourist traps run by settlers repackage culture and sell it for a profit that never makes it way back to the people they’re extracting stories from. i’m not expecting people to stop playing with “cryptids,” but i do kinda want everyone to be aware of the places and people these stories come from and that, for us, they have meaning.
I don't see why not...I've never met a Sasquatch personally so I wouldn't know for sure
Don’t let your confrontational Internet personality get your ass beat in real life
Honestly if you guys ever want to talk to me, the best way to get in contact with me is through my Twitter. Even though it's private, I'll usually add people automatically if they don't look like a bot or just someone being nosey. I don't talk about paranormal things usually, but I live blog a lot, talk about my personal life (if you're into that) and blurt out whatever head canons I have about my favorite characters. You can find me: @anni_kin
I had a really weird conversation about physics with my friends last night. Like my one friend kept asking about stars and how light years work? And my other friend kept getting her information wrong so I had to correct her but I had to keep myself in control cause people getting science wrong is a moral offense to me.
My dad still thinks I'm 12 and he can tell me what to do That's cute
Honestly this is why I don't like hanging out with guys cause they don't know how to keep shit casual smh But what happened with me was that my friend was having a get together at her house and this guy that I was close with in high school was there and we were all drinking and whatever and I went to go sit next to him and I put my legs over him to use him as a foot stool and he kept grabbing my ass??? And then he kept putting his arm around me and telling me to do shit like no??? Get out of my face??? So I started sitting off by myself cause I was getting sick of his shit and I was really tired at that point so I was pretty quiet and he kept asking me if I was ok. Bro I just told you I've been up since five am and it's going on three am, I am exhausted, leave me alone. And then to wrap up the night, he says to me "I'm taking an uber home, do you want to go with me? I'll pay for you" meanwhile my friend who literally lives not even a block away is sitting right across from me and I'm like "why would you pay for a ride when I have a free one right here" and he kept trying to get me to go in the uber with him like!!! Stop. He apologized to me earlier but damn someone stop men
This man wanted to bang so hard he was gonna pay for the über for me