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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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MY BABYGIRL!!! I love her so much

Worked of my friends new slime OC! Her name is Lucy! She belongs to @brahmsheelshireshusband

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1. skins - The Haunting

2. Is It Really You? - Loathe

3. Are You The One - Basement

4. Is It Really You? - Loathe, Teenage Wrist

5. Hypnosis - Sleep Token

Rules : 🎶 when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

Thanks for the tag @block-swing-perry last post was getting long so I made a new one.

Hard to pick five I've been going through a bunch of mood music playlists as of late buuut

Flirt (with your Dad) by Tom Cardy

Judas by Lady Gaga

Bear With Me from the Splatoon 3 OST

Airwaves by Noisestorm

Victory over Truth by Fox Stevenson

hum hum @emangel2718 @ninjastar107 @amuseoffirebane @polycatyl and @legofemme (it's optional ofc)

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saying don't be afraid

the first michael cenric fic that i have written !! based on some not very original takes about what the shape is exactly. divider by @/fireflygraphics. WARNING for mentions of murder, child abuse, medical abuse, mental illness and other such angst.

By the time his parents arrive home, the Shape had retreated back into the snug little recess of Michael's mind that it usually dwelled in. Only then, with the warm fog lifted from him, did Michael feel the bitter chill of the October breeze on his skin, cheeks flushed rosy and nose starting to run with the cold. His hands are sticky and his fingers, barely able to wrap around the hilt, clench tighter.

There are strong hands shaking his shoulder and he can hear his mother scream inside the house.

Smith's Grove say they want to help him. Loomis wants to expunge whatever it is that is inside him. His parents stop visiting and he doesn't know why.

Loomis, exasperated as always, talks to Michael in a one sided conversation. "Why?" he asks. Over and over. Michael doesn't know why, not yet anyway, the Shape hasn't told him yet. The Shape keeps a lot of secrets, but Michael doesn't mind. The Shape will tell him when it's good and ready to, Michael thinks. The shape always seems to know what it's doing; Michael decides he doesn't want to know yet.

An echo chamber encapsulates them, and it's all Loomis' doing.

The Shape told him to stop talking, because Loomis wasn't listening anyway. He hears the shape more than he sees it. He only catches glimpses of it, usually, in the corner of his eye. He's learnt not to react, because people don't take that very well, but he likes knowing the Shape is there. It makes things easier. Slowly, Michael stops speaking and soon enough he stops listening because its not like Loomis ever said anything important anyway. Michael withdraws himself enough that the Shape can get a better view. Enough that the Shape can take over for him sometimes, when the meds are far too strong or he's been in his cell for far too long and he's so cold and he can't stop his hands shaking and --

The Shape catches him.

Ten years go by and the Shape starts to show itself more clearly to him. Now it's always close by. Michael can feel it and, more importantly, he can see it, in the windows beyond the bars and in the cold, chrome fixtures of Smith's Grove. It still hasn't answered the question - it would answer, Michael thinks, if he asked. But Michael cares less and less about the why these days.

Five more years and Loomis tells him he's being re-tried. Tells him if there's any justice in the world they'll be sending him to Litchfield and Loomis can finally wash his hands of him because by god he'd tried, hadn't he?

The Shape doesn't approve of that; the Shape says, Let's go home and then devours him, submerges him in that soft, safe warmth he yearns for on the worst nights, and guides him all the way back to Lampkin Lane.

Michal is home. The haze of longing covers up the battered window shutters and the film of dust on each and every window pane, even to Michael's long since disillusioned eyes.

Michael lets the Shape do this for him. Because the Shape is all Michael's ever had. It's not the devil, not like Loomis always told him. Loomis never knew what he was talking about. No, the Shape wasn't the devil at all. It's not even evil. It's a part of Michael, the part of him that whispers in his ear and looks after him when no one else does.

It grew and grew until Michael couldn't quite tell where he stopped and the Shape started.

The front door is locked but there's a window around the side of the house that never did latch properly. Inside, every room is empty. Confusion washes over Michael as he stands in the living room of his desolate home. Upstairs is empty too; his bed is gone, so is his sister's vanity table. Haddonfield stretches out beyond the window, identical houses and identical lives and Michael can't pull himself away even as the sun starts to rise and the golden glow of it hurts his eyes after so long in the dark.

Before the exhaustion of 100 miles travelled can overwhelm him, he sees the Shape behind him in his reflection, it push him back into the darkness. Just for now, it promises.

He wakes again with blood on his lips and a sickness in his stomach.

So long has passed and Michael finds his way home, like he always does. Watches intently and tells himself, repeats over and over, that he is really there. Him.

Haddonfield never wanted him, but he is there. He'll find his way home and no one can stop it.

With a knife against his neck, Michael can't see the Shape at all. Can't hear it. Can't even feel it and for the first time in a long, long, long time, Michael is scared.

When Laurie's fingertips, dripping with his blood, brush against his, he can't help but try, as useless as it is, to hold onto her.

Endless nights and twitching limbs and comfort that no one else would give him --

It feels just like falling asleep.

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They fucked that old man to pieces

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Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

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well. Ya bitch has COVID, a week off from work, and an ungodly amount of medication to take for the next 7 days. at least it’s three paycheck month so I won’t be terribly gutted financially speaking

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3 for certain, I have to go into work early 😭

Your daily dose of cat memes

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There's only one real way to categorise disorders and it's when you google it and the first results fit into one or more of the following categories:

1. "Is your child-" "Does your child-" "How to cope with the burden of being a parent for-"

2. "How to get better: Step One: have a lot of money!" "How to get better: Step One: simply stop having it!"

3. "10 Ways To Spot Sickopaths With This Disorder So You Can Protect Yourself" "The Bad People Disease -by Dr. Eugene X."

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Reblog for a larger sample size for no sample size at all, because obviously nobody will vote

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You aren't a bottom you're 14

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SCREAMING ANF CRYING ANF SOBBING YOUR MYERHEES IS SO !!!! UGGHHHH flailing my arms and legs like that one gif of the emo/scene teens dancing

good stuff m8

UGH THANK YOU SO MUCH THEYRE so fun to draw ❤️🧡flails with you

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went a little crazy and designed 10 characters at once

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SCREAMING ANF CRYING ANF SOBBING YOUR MYERHEES IS SO !!!! UGGHHHH flailing my arms and legs like that one gif of the emo/scene teens dancing

good stuff m8

UGH THANK YOU SO MUCH THEYRE so fun to draw ❤️🧡flails with you

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Michael, did not let that slide

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FRIDAY THE 13TH PART III – Jason searches for Chris (gotta love that little ‘shit!’ gesture he makes when it turns out she isn’t hiding behind the chairs)