It’s October, so I think it’s a proper time to write about vampires again (to be fair, vampires can be expected here around the year…). But first, a little rant about a slightly non-related thing; it bothers me when people use the term ”guilty pleasure” to describe something that is actually well made, even high art, just because they are embarrassed to like it. No, Mr. Fragile Masculinity Man, liking ballet does not make it your guilty pleasure just because none of your friends are into it. It’s still art. It’s still something that requires incredible skill to accomplish. In my opinion, guilty pleasure means things that you know are poorly or lazily made and generally not good literature/film/art/whatever, and yet you still like them.
Why I bring this up is because tonight I want to write about my own guilty pleasure when it comes to vampire fiction. No, it’s not Twilight. Or any other vampire romance. If I have to pick a book that is simultaneously among the most poorly written I own and also one I genuinely like, it would have to be James Malcolm Rymer’s massive penny dreadful Varney the Vampyre, or The Feast of Blood.
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from Art and Beauty Magazine by Robert Crumb (1943—)
ALT
― Ovid, Metamorphoses
me: care about people
half the notes: youre the real oppressor for telling me what to do.
the other half: cut out this useless liberal proselatizing. you are an invertebrate and you will perish in the revolution.
i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things
my followers watching me rant about how the encanto fandom misinterprets abuela's character by painting her to be the villain when she's not
Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal
Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success
Anemone: Vanishing hopes
Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck
Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction
Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth
Dahlia flower: Warnings and change
Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity
Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement
Gardenia: Symbol of secret love
Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity
Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.
Iris: Eloquence
Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty
Lily of the valley: Return of happiness
Marigold: Passion and creativity
Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love
Peony: Happy marriage
Lavender: Love at first sight
Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion
White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm
Sunflower: Good luck and ambition
Tulip: Irresistible love
Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love
Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories
“ooh garlic salt isn’t real” yeah well neither is your MARRIAGE after i’m done FUCKING YOUR HUSBAND and afterwards he eats my delicious cooking that i seasoned with GARLIC SALT. FUCK YOU
i think. you sent this to the wrong person. but im enamoured with your energy. you can have my metaphorical husband you deserve her
It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes
I used to try and resist what comes naturally to my writing, fearing judgement. I have learned that, through writing what I am passionate, I get stuff done. This is your sign to add that thing to your WIP. You know what that thing is to you.