Title really. Just wondering cuz I don’t think I’ve ever seen any orange fallen before.
ya think Schro just lays there in Hans/The Docs lap in a ball while they do paperwork or plan stuff?
I’m currently reading brubaker’s captain America. I’ve just finished issue #9 but noticed #10 is a house of m tie in.
I don’t know anything about house of m. I haven’t read it yet but I have the complete event saved on marvel unlimited. Should I read it before continuing captain America? And if so, is there anything I should read before it? I’ve never been a marvel reader (I’ve pretty much only read Batman comics my whole life) so I don’t know much about events or anything, I just know what I’ve seen in the movies and I love it all and want to know more.
Wonderful. Now everyone will know you're home safe—because everyone here knows the pineapple has been a symbol of hospitality and welcoming since the 18th century, a time when some New England sea captains used this very rare fruit that could fetch as much as $8,000 each in inflation-adjusted 21st century US dollars as a sign they had made the perilous journey to the Caribbean Islands and back safely.
Whoever is left behind will certainly perish...
Okay so I read this about a decade back and I recently remembered the plot but cant for the life of me remember the name. Its driving me crazy so I'm hoping someone here can help me out.
THE PLOT
Its horror fiction, about a young couple who move to a new house in a small town. Its set in some American (US) town. The couple are both artistic, the man a writer and the woman a painter. She does paintings of the house which is a big part of the plot. They had some sort of huge upheaval in their past ( i forget exactly. Maybe cheating? Loss of a child?) But this is supposed to be a new start for them. Its in a small town where people are curious about this new couple. The couple slowly start drifting apart (i think the man starts getting closer to another woman in the town).
The house is described as overlooking the water. The house isn't haunted exactly but is described as evil itself. It keeps growing some sort of black gooey thing on the walls which the woman keeps scrubbing off. Theres this whole thing about an old pirate/ sea captain who was evil and used to live there and has made the house an embodiment of evil.
I forget exactly how it ends but the main part of the plot is the evil house (with the spirit of the evil sea captain/ pirate) tormenting the woman.
THE BOOK
I read this about 10-12 years back. I think i sneaked it out of my mums book collection as it was definitely not age appropriate for me. It had some mature content (i forget what exactly but remember being scandalised back then!). Features of the book- paperback in English. Had a picture of a creepy large black house overlooking the sea.
Does this ring any bells?
My grandpa has been gone for a while, but covid just took my grandma and I want to feel closer to them. I can burn tobacco, but I can only stand nicotine if it's in a wrap for cannabis or such, so not much.
Is there a way to infuse a candle, or something to that effect? I haven't seen many options, and you're all the only pipe smokers I 'know'. Any help is welcome!
Hug and call your loved ones!
The last straw was that plant.
That little fucking plant.
I don't remember what it was, only that it was supposed to be hard to kill, even for me. She'd said it in a joking way when she gave it to me, and I knew, logically, she didn't mean anything by it. Not really. But it stung all the same. I don't think I smiled or even said thank you. I just took it and closed the door in her face.
Mom didn't deserve that.
I didn't deserve her.
Looking back, I'm not even sure why I accepted it. I didn't want a plant, even one that could supposedly survive the likes of me. I set it down in the dust of the windowsill and retook my seat on the couch, sinking into the perfectly shaped imprint molded into its cushions.
And then I picked up the nearby bottle and forgot all about that little fucking plant.
It only took two weeks for me to kill the unkillable. By the time I thought of it again, it had withered into a pile of drooping brown. I picked up its terracotta pot and sat with it between my legs on the floor, staring down at its bone dry soil and skeletal limbs.
Titanic, I remember thinking. It had never occurred to me to name the thing before then, but it seemed appropriate.
Indestructible, meet iceberg.
That seemed appropriate too. A big chunk of ice, just floating along, destroying whatever came into contact with it.
A glance around my apartment only reinforced the idea. Once upon a time, I'd hidden the cans and bottles. I'd slur my denial to anyone who pointed out the obvious. I held down a job. Had a fiancée. I was ok.
I was ok.
Except at night. Then I needed a little help sleeping. Just a little something to quiet the whispers. They liked to sneak up on me once I was in bed, filling the silence with all the things I spent the day running from.
What's the point of anything?
Everyone would be better off without you.
Nobody cares about you. They wish you'd just...disappear.
Drowning them worked for a while. Let me sleep. But when morning came and I sobered up, they'd be back.
They always came back.
My fiancée didn't. Neither did the calls from my office, asking where I was. They proved what I'd known all along: The world would move along just fine without me in it. What good was I to anyone anyway?
I couldn't even even keep a little fucking plant alive.
I don't know that I thought about it, really. More like I just started moving. I grabbed every unfinished bottle of booze I had and shoved them in a duffel
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