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im kinda digging reading fanfiction of things ive never even watched, everything is just canon at this point 

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Natasha Tarasova • goose.grass

AUTUMN (秋)

a guide to exploring abandoned farms

essential supplies include: plenty of food and water, a change of socks, a hat, rope, bandaids, a knife, gloves, an acorn in your pocket, and an offering

there are always odd noises on the farm. half of them come from the animals

try to forget what the lake looks like between the hours of three and four AM

never ever find yourself alone in the milking shed in the south end of the farm. time passes differently there

if you happen to hurt yourself in your exploration, make sure you do not bleed onto the dirt

bring plenty of water, you do not want to drink from there

the cows will watch you, this is normal

close every gate you open, even if the fields are empty. don’t ever leave one open behind you, just trust me

beware unstable rocks, the cracks tend to be filled with insect nests

bring a weapon with you, but no guns

if you see someone else while exploring, never tell them your name. you can never be sure if they are real or not, and further out you go, the less real they will seem. the patupaiarehe have evolved in cruel and unusual ways

do not go inside the empty share-milkers cottages, whatever you do, do not go inside. something else lives there now

a tree with the undersides of its leaves showing mean that a storm is coming. a tree with no leaves means the storm has already come

sometimes the hills look like they’re moving. be aware of this, because some things don’t like to be disturbed

do not sleep under the full moon, in fact, just don’t sleep on the farm

finding skulls is normal, only become worried when you start finding ribs

if you find yourself lost in a forest, continue walking in a straight line until you are free again. the trees may make it look as though you are going in circles, but i promise you’re not. ignore the soft music you can hear

your phone won’t work out here

the ghosts from the land wars won’t harm you, but be sure to show them respect

don’t take anything from the farm with you when you leave. just be grateful you have made it out alive

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Seth Armstrong

Dark woods

Autumn is here, folks, and your local Iowan is here to remind you of the basic principles of Corn Maze Safety:

Make sure you go with a partner! You don’t want to be alone and lost in the maze!

Take a map! You may want to try navigate on your own, but it’s best to keep a guide handy in case you lose your way!

Bring a water bottle with a sealed top! It will keep you hydrated, and the closed top will stop any water from spilling on the thirsty corn. Remember, thirsty corn is docile corn!

Wear long sleeves! Although dead leaves aren’t quite as sharp as green leaves, they can still cut you. And they will, if you give them the chance.

If a stalk does draw blood, spill some water from your bottle on the ground near its roots and move on. Hopefully, the water will quench its thirst long enough for you to escape.

Be careful what you eat before you go into the maze! Avoid cornstarch, corn syrup, and all corn products. The corn can smell itself in your blood.

Remember, scarecrows are there for YOUR protection. As long as the corn thinks you’re with others, it won’t make any sudden moves.

If you see a scarecrow wave, wave back. It gets lonely, and you will too if you’re not kind.

If you are alone in a cornfield, pretend you’re talking to a friend! The plants have ears, but no eyes, and they are easily fooled. Get out before they catch wise!

The breeze is lying to you; don’t listen to it. It cannot lead you home.

If you’re lost, look to the sun for directions, not the shadows. The shadows like to watch you struggle.

Never, ever walk off the provided paths! The paths are safe routes carefully created by the farmer. If you leave the path, you may never see it again.

Keep an eye on the time while wandering! You don’t want to be in a cornfield after dark. You really don’t.

In a pinch, many people try praying to the Harvest God for assistance. This is often a poor choice; you’re just as likely to be harvested as you are to be helped.

If you see a single green corn stalk among the brown, turn around. You don’t want to know how it keeps itself warm in the cold.

Remember, Corn Mazes can be fun autumnal activities if you’re careful! Just follow these simple rules and you’ll almost certainly make it home.

Kyiv, Ukraine, 2020 

Marilyn Mugot

saratov

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape

It all started with the first inhale. Then excessive coughing as my lungs rejected whatever the fuck i just inhaled in the first place. It was gross, the first few times. Tasted like ash and made my throat hurt. 

It wasn’t a good enough inhale where I could experience the sweet sweet headrush. It was just gross. 

I didn’t finish the cigarette.

The second time I did finish it. But it didn't make me feel any less better about the taste. Puffs small enough, and never reaching my lungs, mostly sitting on my tongue and I would blow it out. 

It came easier with time, now I take a drag of a cigarette first thing in the morning before I even have breakfast. I wouldnt say I'm addicted, but that's what everyone says right? But really, I'm not addicted. Just need it to soothe the ache in my skull. I just need it before I can start my day. I just need it so I can have a few moments to myself outside in the rain in the back of the restaurant, where I sit crouched beside a dumpster and stare at the pavement. I just need it so I feel less shitty about myself, but after I snuff out the butt in a cracked mug I designated as the ashtray, I still feel shitty about myself because I know exactly what it's doing to my lungs. But it’s because I know exactly what it’s doing to my lungs that I continue smoking. Like any teanager romantisising the ‘aesthetic’ of holding a cigarette between your fingers, I spend hours googling the permanent and short term effects of what adults have called a ‘cancer stick’. 

The name is funny, but in an unfunny way.

My dad doesnt know I smoke, so at night, when he’s asleep I sneak out and sit on the steps in front of the house and look up. The skies are mostly cloudy at night, but sometimes it's not. And I watch as the smoke curls around and dances around the thousands of bright white dots that decorate the sky with a lack of sunshine to hide them.

I can only find the Big Dipper off the top of my head. It’s the most recognisable constellation in the sky. Well, asterism. The Big Dipper is not a constellation. I went through a phase in high school.

I lost the ability to recall all of the constellations in my northern hemisphere. But if I look long enough, sometimes I can see Cassiopeia. I could never find the Little Dipper. 

And that's how it is. Smoke and stars and me.

Alone on my front patio away from where my dad can find me, smoking to feel the headrush that makes me feel high for a minute. It’s blissful, then I snuff out the butt, and place it in an old pack with the picture of a dying woman. The old pack is getting full. With burnt ends. And the picture is scratched from my keys.

“Smoking can affect generations,” it says. A picture of an old lady and her grown daughter, both looking like they haven't eaten in weeks. “Blah blah blah leading cause of preventable cancer.”

I know. And no amount of pictures the government will place on the packs will make me think “Oh, I should quit, I don't wanna end up like that.” 

I’ll quit when I want to. And it’s not going to be today, or tomorrow. 

It might be next week, who knows. 

I'm addicted. Funny that.

I always thought people who smoked looked cool, especially young ones, close to my age. But when I started smoking, I was around people much older and wiser who smoked too. They looked at me like they got it, and did not talk to me about it, or try to force me to stop.

They offered me one when I ran out. Sometimes they would buy me a pack.

“To save you some money for school.” He told me, then his cat jumped on his lap and began purring. She was a lovely cat. Was, as in, she died. Bone cancer. Funny that.

Shelly would purr like a lawnmower.

— 天空の城ラピュCASTLE IN THE SKY  1986 | dir Hayao Miyazaki

Shinjuku, Tokyo

Uncertain Light, Jonathan Moore

in the same way that meat is better with seasoning, a fight can always be improved by adding some homoeroticism

no but seriously imagine it

you're seeing a breaking bad concert. everyone is having a great time. walter seems a little excited. "we have a surprise for you guys." jesse says. all the sudden saul goodman comes out and starts singing the breaking bad remix. when saul gets to my daddy and my mommy, someone else starts singing. "you are not the guy you're not capable of being the guy i had a guy but now i don't you are not the guy." Lights flash everywhere and you see walter and jesse singing my daddy and my mommy along with saul while mike sings you are not the guy. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and starts crying. Then if things couldn't get any better, gus and max walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

YOUR NAME ‘君の名は。’ 2016, dir. Makoto Shinkai

Walks

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

Writing Fanfiction: Tips for Avoiding Common Pitfalls

Fanfiction is an often under-rated genre. Tons of authors have honed their writing skills with fanfiction, not to mention the millions of writers and readers who love exploring familiar stories and characters! Today, NaNoWriMo participant Ville V. Kokko has a few tips for making fanfiction writing shine:

Fanfiction is a popular form of writing and one of the recognized genres for novels on NaNoWriMo. Yet, it’s also stereotyped as an inferior—some might call it silly—form of writing. While denigrating any genre as a whole is never a good idea, there are some common patterns in fanfiction that may contribute to this stereotype.

Of course, one of the popular stereotypes is that fanfiction is full of “Mary Sues”: overpowered, supposedly awesome self-insertion wish-fulfillment characters. I’ll skip that familiar topic and dive a little deeper into what’s behind it and what other fanfiction tropes can appear for similar reasons.

1. Give your characters some depth.

Fanfiction is almost by definition created by people who were touched by the original work enough to want to build something more out of its foundation. This can be a great fount for good story ideas: what if, what next, what about this character’s unexplored story, etc.

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Yuuui Nanao

why dont you take some pictures of moss on your way home and maybe youll feel better

Very controlled, put-together, cold characters losing it™️ is one of thee sexiest things in fiction

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