Delise Fantome
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I write about Halloween, music, movies, and more! Boba tea and cheesecake are my fuel. Let's talk about our favorite haunts and movies on Twitter @ThrillandFear
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I Can't Get Over Midsommar
Countless times I've thought about writing a review for Midsommar since I first watched it, and countless times I talked myself out of it because . . . well, because either I had the thought at an inconvenient time or I figured I would be way too late to the party.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Horror
5 Twitter Photographers You'll Want To Electrify Your Aesthetic
I see there was some connection with my Twitter artists article (see here), so I decided that since I have so many like-minded devourers of Art . . . I would continue the trend by introducing you to some amazing contributors to Photo Twitter! These photographers can do it all: twist your perception, edge the darkest line of fantasy, swim along the brightest stream of light, and bend reality. All that, just in one photo? It's more likely than you think.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Photography
5 Artists on Twitter to Help You Forget Being Scarred By Your Trending Topics. Top Story - January 2021.
January 3rd was a doozy on Twitter. I think I was stuck on the Big Three Horrors for . . . what must have been two and a half hours. It was one in the morning, I hadn't showered or eaten yet, and I wanted to sink into a pitch black well and never ascend again.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Geeks
Happy Anniversary, Vocal (You Fickle Mistress)!
Three years ago, when I was still a bored young woman unwilling to get rid of Instagram, I saw an ad to become a paid freelance writer on a website called Vocal. Vocal was a place to write about whatever you could possibly want; get inspired, get busy, get some validation from other writers or casual readers on the internet. With a couple of weeks until the rise of 2018, I had been listlessly searching for something to change my luck around. Since my graduation in 2017 and subsequent smack in the face by the reality of millions of others just as desperate to find a good gig in life, I had been locked deep in a depressed haze. I couldn't seem to get myself out of the dense muck of incompetence and pessimistic anxiety to the point where I couldn’t ever see being happy with myself and what I was doing. Who I was becoming.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Journal
The Timeline Reset Festival: A Reunion Tour To Save The World
Do you have a favorite band that doesn't exist? A favorite artist that only headlined on some animators' storyboards? Hey, no need to be ashamed- I've got several beloved bands who only exist in the fictional world. I've been dabbling in escapism a hell of a lot more frequently than I think I've done since middle school (and no wonder with this spectacle of a year, right?) and I'm suddenly yearning for nostalgic rushes to buoy my mood. Looking back at old shows, musing on memories and wishes, to have done and seen more than I had before the world would no longer be there in the way it used to be.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Beat
A Playlist To Make The Bench Press Your Bitch
You're inhaling the mingled scents of oft-used air freshener, hastily swiped deodorant, and the musk of hard labor. You're tasting the first wave of salty sweat trickling from your temples to the edges of your mouth and wetting the corners of your lips. You're hearing grunts of exertion and whatever particular program is being presented by the one who holds the remote. You're about to grasp the handles just underneath the seat of the cycling machine and breathing in deep- but suddenly a little lightbulb moment happens and you remember the most important part of this workout session.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Beat
Learning Curls
I like my hair. I do. That wasn't always the case though. The Hustle See, my dad is African-American- Philadelphia born and bred. My mom is Trinidadian- from San Fernando, specifically. You mix those two together and you . . . get a coily mess on the first child. More relaxed than my father's curls (and bigger), but definitely not the waves my mother's hair relaxed to in her adulthood. I can't tell you how perplexed I am every time I see photos of her as a baby with big ringlets that . . . she just seems to grow out of??? If there's one thing I haven't let go of, it's the envy I have over my mother's fast growing, healthy hair. Mine has never once reached those lengths, though it's my dear wish to make it happen one day.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Blush
The Dark Night Playlist - 3
Happy Halloween you bunch of freaks! Thank you for following this playlist to it's final, ominous end . . . You were here for part 1 and part 2 (feel free to click on the links for a refresher), and I was very careful to make sure I could make it to three, to honor the auspicious number on what is going to be a providential Halloween weekend. I'm giving you 13 reasons tonight to get spooky, get weird, and get real acquainted with the Dark. Let's not dawdle, the night only lasts so long!
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Beat
Support Your Local Comic Shop
There's a little store tucked in between a Subways and a music shop. It's called Coliseum of Comics, and it's my favorite comic book store. That I've only been to two in total is of no consequence. They have a couple of other sites in Florida, and a pretty nice following on social media. I made my first visit there last year, bored with the slim pickings at the bookstore and intrigued at what lay beyond the dominating worlds of Marvel and DC.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Geeks
Conclude
Dorothy's gaze was trained on the blazing hearth, but her mind was admittedly elsewhere in the world. Her wine colored nails tapped against a cherry printed mug, steam wafting from the tea inside of it. Every so often she would raise it up, not to sip from it for it was still too warm, but to inhale the fragrant aroma. Her feet slowly slid back and forth over the plush, blush pink rug that covered the built-in cream carpet flooring. She could hear a heavy storm push wave upon wave of rain onto her windows, but her curtains had been firmly closed since the last ridge of daylight had left the sky.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Horror
