Franz von Bayros (1866-1924), ‘Ex libris Georg Schneider’, 1910
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Victory Feast ⋆˚꩜｡🗡️🦪
Slay your enemies and eat their entire bloodline for sustenance (cutesy)
Close ups ˚. ᵎᵎ
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the final episode of sirens really reminded of the question ‘who would you rather be alone with a rich white woman or a rich white man?’ played out in painful detail. because as evil as Michaela’s behavior might have appeared, it was all at the behest of the men around her. the women (although rich) had no real power in the end which just proves that making us hate one another makes losers of us ALL
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First up, this is a gorgeous cover.
I read Weyward back in late 2024 and it became one of my favourite reads. I had heard this book wasn’t as strong so I was prepared. I listened to this on audiobook and the narrator was excellent!! I was really enjoying it. Emilia Hart is a visceral writer, she writes for your senses (very similar to LM Montgomery actually). And I love that. I was about to give this book 3.5-4 stars and then the epilogue hit. Wtf? I have no idea why the author went there, it felt like it completely changed the dynamics of the book. I’m gonna have to sit with this one for a bit but definitely was not expecting that epilogue.
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Captain: plug your ears, crew! This here is siren territory…
*in the distance, behind rocks, is the sound of blaring alarms and tornado sirens*
Crew member: Huh, that’s not what I expected at … captain?
Captain, slowly climbing over the side of the boat: that’s so hot…
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We’re back, after a small hiatus. Join HC and Wolf for a brand new episode of The Outcast, as they talk their thoughts on the Netflix show Sirens. As always we hope you enjoy and let us know what you think.
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I used to live near N emergency service station (fire station, to be specific, but there was a police station a little further away), and would sometimes hear sirens at ungodly hours, and I used to be a light sleeper, so I’d just wake up to the God awful sound of screeching sirens. I lived in a pretty bad neighbourhood, so sometimes it’d be right outside my house or down the street, so now find the sound of sirens to be oddly delightful, because I got so used to it, and I also sleepy though Sirens.
That same place was also near to a railroad, so we’d hear trains (both the rattle of them on tracks, since it was for cargo ones, not passenger ones, and the horn of the train), and I also like those sounds.
I’m no longer a light sleeper, btw, because I take a heavy sleeping aid, to be able to stay asleep at night (I suffer chronic stress and anxiety, that make sleeping difficult).
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Is anyone else obsessed with the concept of sirens in media? Like yes, give me more blood-vicious creatures that drown sailors and eat them bones and all. I need more gothic-romance with this vibe too, that’d be great.
I can’t be the only one who thinks this trope perfectly fits Hannigram, right?
That’s it, I’m writing the fic myself.
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Syreny (Sirens) (1845) by Teofil Kwiatkowski (Polish, 1809 – 1891), oil on canvas, 60 cm x 82 cm, Princes Czartoryski Museum, Krakow
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He spoke longingly of her, his voice desperate and pained, laced with love and the sting of words never spoken to her. It took too long to realize he was speaking of the sea—and even longer to realize, he wasn’t.