Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin

Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin

@miseryvulture.bsky.social

Irish dilettante and horror writer in Berlin.

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Clever of M. Night Shyamalan to make a film called Trap in which the audience is made captive to the musical and dramatic performances of his daughter, in one of the most egregious and open displays of nepotism in recent memory.

The cool thing about 3-year-olds is that they can finally parrot back all the concern they've absorbed every day of their (so far) short lives, so just now I went to check something on the stove and my daughter shouted "DON'T BURN YOURSELF"

These same men will swear they're the most mentally healthy people they know while openly dealing with suicidal ideation daily.

Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin@miseryvulture.bsky.social

Men in their mid-to-late 40s go a special kind of insane and think that if they just frontload the fact that they're a sadsack asshole, they don't actually have to do any work on themselves. It's 50/50 on if they recover.

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Men in their mid-to-late 40s go a special kind of insane and think that if they just frontload the fact that they're a sadsack asshole, they don't actually have to do any work on themselves. It's 50/50 on if they recover.

There was a point where I had the thought "Hey do you think you're subconsciously working through something by fucking a man the same age as your dad was when he destroyed your family?" And I very quickly and wrongly suffocated that thought oops

The lyrics the toddler composes to her endless original songs are reflections of her little life, snippets of emotions and pastimes that matter to her most. Consider the following: "I love you, Mama and Dada/ You're my best friends/ Like and subscribe the channel"

This is something I feel a lot of contemporary novels fuck up on when it comes to representing precarity. They lack the almost obsessive number-crunching of older books dealing with poverty and, indeed, of real life when you're struggling to get by.

Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin@miseryvulture.bsky.social

Love me a socialist novel where they painstakingly tell you the cost of everything lol

They'll tell you the protagonist will face eviction if they can't make rent, but they won't tell you the cost of rent, or bills, or which bills the protagonist might gamble on being late with because they fall on the final week of the month and there's a CHANCE they might be paid in time.

Muppets Christmas Carol. I was 2-years-old and got so scared the moment Scrooge came on screen, I had to be taken screaming from the cinema.

Mark Thompson@markreckons.bsky.social

First film you saw at the cinema. The real first one, not the pretend one you tell people! Mine: The Empire Strikes Back, 1980, Wigan. We were near the front and I can still remember how massive the AT-ATs looked, looming over us out of the snow :) Film, year, where, and whatever stuck with you.

I wanted to read this because I've had an idea for an essay about three horror novels which feature the meat industry for years now, but I feel like The Jungle is so foundational that I can't write the essay without first reading it. I was right. The description of their approach to the stockyards?

Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin@miseryvulture.bsky.social

This isn't news obviously, but I'm reading The Jungle and it's so good. I can see why they had to make an FDA about it.

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One of my less bright moments was watching this and there is a moment where Magneto says to Professor X that JFK is one of us, which my brain immediately translated to "wait, are the X-Men Catholic?"

CineCalendar@cinecalendar.bsky.social

Oct 22nd 1962 - While Professor X was training Magneto, John F. Kennedy made the Cuban missile crisis speech. 📽️📅 X-Men: First Class (2011)

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Replying to @doriandawes.bsky.social

So we've reached the blatant lying part of the insanity surrounding my critiques of a fucking Amazon Prime show

Help me out - when you'd go to Bray or Skerries or whatever, and there would be a building (or buildings) in which you could play coin machines, arcade games, etc. You'd call that The Amusements, would you not?

Last year, while grappling with Emotions, I wrote a little vampire story in the lead-up to Halloween, posting snippets each day on here. It ended up becoming the closing story of my collection, Cráite. I might do the same this year, as I am once again afflicted with feelings.