Sinners
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (which I swear would be on my list even if it weren't on the last list!)
Godzilla (1954)
Crimson Peak
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Sinners
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (which I swear would be on my list even if it weren't on the last list!)
Godzilla (1954)
Crimson Peak
Sometimes I'm afraid to reread my older published writing, but you know what? This holds the fuck up. Happy Bisexuality Day from me in 2017. www.autostraddle.com/young-adult-...
Things about mainstream publishing I wish more people knew:
1) The NY Times Bestseller List is a marketing list, not an accurate list of the best-selling books for that period.
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A list of tour stops that Molly will be making to promote The Sea Gives Up the Dead, including: June 22nd - NYC BGSQD, 3pm July 1st - Portland ME Print Bookstore, 7pm July 24th - St Paul Next Chapter Books, 6pm July 25th - Columbus Two Dollar Radio, 8pm August 2nd - Kansas City Big Brothers Big Sisters - 2pm + a signing at Afterword Bar - 3pm August 14th - LA The Cabrillo Marine Aquarium
HI GUYS, the @mollyolguin.bsky.social summer tour is on!
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This is a belated post about how cool it was to attend @mollyolguin.bsky.social’s book launch in Seattle a few weeks back! She’s got a few dates in the Midwest, East Coast, and LA in the summer months, and a virtual launch coming up next week! Don’t miss out!
our culture is corrosive to queer history - itll efface it and rewrite it at every turn. we gotta know what happened and tell each other about it
those silly little guys in their dorky costumes were a revolution and the world tried to make them a joke, then stole them from us as soon as they could
My preorder of @mollyolguin.bsky.social’s The Sea Gives Up the Dead arrived (early!) with the flowers. I love this beautiful, dark book. A bright spot, a joy. 🌺 ❤️🔥
My contributor interview about my queer mill worker story in @coloradoreview.bsky.social is up! We talk about trying out historical fiction as a genre, my obsession with Maine’s old mills, and non-traditional communities! coloradoreview.colostate.edu/2025/04/a-co...
Thank you so much for including The Sea Gives Up the Dead 💙
Since this is certainly getting edited out, I can reveal that @mollyolguin.bsky.social and I just wrote an entire novel where her character correctly refers to a character named Maurice, while my character refers to the same guy as Morris, and no one ever notices and nothing ever comes of it.
Milkshake! or honestly just get a little tub of mango talenti and let it sit out for a minute and drink that
it IS weird!!!
The amount of young people who became writers because of Michelle Trachtenberg and Harriet the Spy is way higher than you'd think
Surprise! @mollyolguin.bsky.social has a book coming out, and Jane has a conundrum. In this bonus episode, you can listen to a sneak peek of Molly’s forthcoming short story collection, The Sea Gives Up the Dead and then catch up with Jane. It’s a one-off smorgasbord, baby! Get it while it’s hot!
Two WWI soldiers navigating a crater in No Man's Land
A WWI soldier running perpendicular to an attack
A WWI soldier outlined against a burning backdrop
A WWI soldier posed heroically
Rewatched 1917 tonight and I will never know how anyone will ever be able to take in any (re)presentation of this era as anything other than antiwar, but also people will always see what they want to see, and that's what built The Pasithea Powder.
(This isn't the whole poem, just the beginning.)
(A secret about the poem, and I suppose about the comics: Xorn is Magneto, literally the same person by another name.`The healer and the villain are the same person, inhabiting the same "monstrous" body.)
Xorn Sometimes the idea of the monster is more real than the monster itself. - Professor Charles Xavier from New X-Men (vol. 2) #127 My brain is a star. When I walk downtown, people don't run but walk fast. They know I'm a mutant, but the gravity draws them near. Things got better once I laid my hands on a woman. A car knocked her body in the air like a heated molecule, and didn't bother to stop. The crowd called an ambulance, but when they saw me— my face bright as a halo, they believed I was the second coming. I touched her. They thought I brought her back, but I told them I'm no Jesus. I simply take the good cells and fix them, discard the dead ones like flicking ash into the air. Now people won't leave me alone. I jump-start cars, bring dead dogs to life, a girl brought me her dry goldfish. How could I refuse?
Today I taught two of my favorite poems from Gary Jackson's book "Missing You Metropolis," and got to have a fantastic conversation about marginalization and monstrosity in metaphor. What makes a mutant (or a person) a monster? What does it mean to forget who you are?
“Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?” 💙💙💙
It's wintry in Seattle today, and I just saw a gull flying through the snowy trees. Gulls do belong in Seattle, but they don't belong in the snow, so it was weird to see, but also aesthetically seeing the white bird in the white trees under a white sky was satisfying. Discordant but beautiful.
Last week I checked my spam filter for the first time in, like, seven years? And in the spam folder, two pages back, was an ACTUALLY IMPORTANT EMAIL. This haunts me to my core. What else have I missed????
