#{ SCREAMS FUCKIN KID }

[kijeu]

stray kids "chk chk boom" m/v teaser 1 ⋆

[skyf0ckz]

I was watching scream and wanted to write a scream AU..but I have no writing motivation so here’s a drawing

[laureljacobs]

a look into laurel's senior yearbook with @benj-hyun

[desastre-fag]

being misgendered at work fucking sucksssss but theres not much i can rlly do abt it i dont like correcting ppl especially after theyve done it a bunch and i havent said anything :( didnt realise how much i hate not passing until i got a fucking job >:( im so used to queer spaces that now im like what the fuck D:

[anotherferalrat]

Ik it was vaguely addressed towards the end of the episode...

BUT STILL

ARE WE GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE HOW OLD THE DAD SHOULD BE IN 5.5/S2???

Drop the secret to immortality bestie

[apomaro-mellow]

murder and regular ole torture aint enough i need to put this bitch in a fuckin' saw trap

[pxrxmoore]

worst part abt september is seeing how many ppl truly do not give a shit abt their kids safety or privacy. posting back to school photos w their children in full uniform showing the exact school they attend and what class they’re gonna be in. truly do u not care for ur kids at all???

[avocado-frog]

Month old writing share game

Thanks for the tag from @elsie-writes i procrastinated hard on this one but I think that the rules are just to share a bit of writing. So here's a little chunk from something I just wrote:

One time, a few years back, when Logan was nineteen, Lily was twelve, Jaxon was just about eleven, and Dylan was eight, they went to the park. He took them to the park to distract them, sometimes, but he didn't remember the specific reason that time around. Dylan had wandered off a little while after helping Logan pack sandwiches at home- after Lily and Jaxon already left- to go to the garden. Two older men, fifties or sixties, one in blue overalls and the other in a plain, grey shirt were teaching them how to use a rake. A woman a bit younger, dirty blonde hair in a bun behind her head, had a pocket of seeds for Dylan to plant. Logan sat on the bench to watch them, a bit warily. But they seemed friendly enough. Jaxon, usually, would run off to go find people to play with. He was sociable, he liked making friends, but even that day, as sunny as it was, it was still too early for kids his age to start coming over. Mostly, it was the parents of toddlers who wanted their kids to run off some energy. Sometimes, the toddlers would try and get him to play, too, and Jaxon obliged every time, but he seemed content with just his sister today. He didn't have any interest in gardening with Dylan. Lily was by the monkey bars, standing on top of the black platform underneath them. Jaxon sat on the ground, digging a hole in the bark with his hands. Lily jumped up to grab the bars, but she was getting tall enough that she didn't need to jump as high now. Once she had a grip on the yellow metal, she pulled herself up to sit on the top. She sat there for a while, talking to Jaxon about something Logan couldn't hear at the distance he was, and given his attention was split between them and Dylan.  Lily had swung her legs over the bars and leaned down in between the gaps to hang upside down, and of course Jaxon wanted to try.  He jumped up, just like Lily did, grabbed onto the bars, and it should've been a forewarning when his hand slipped before he regained his hold. He jumped up to sit on the top bars, and then his leg got caught in between, and he fell backwards trying to untangle himself.  He had picked the bar closest to the platform. Hanging upside down, right above the edge of the black platform, with his leg stuck in between the bars. He must not have been really thinking past getting his leg unstuck. Logan heard a woah, are you okay, that caught his attention just as he managed to free himself. And then he fell. And hit his head on the edge of the platform and hit it again as the rest of him landed in the bark. Jaxon hadn't even cried, which was astonishing to Logan, who had shot up like a rocket and rushed over to check on him. Because Logan would've cried hard if he hit his head like that. Twice. Lily had scrambled down to see if he was okay, too, but Jaxon only sat in the bark, moved to sit with his legs outstretched, one hand making a circle in the wood bits, blinking like he was confused. There was a steady stream of blood gushing from his nose, too. His eyes weren't quite uneven yet, but Logan didn't think for a second that Jaxon got away without a concussion. He instructed Lily to go watch Dylan, tell them where he went, while he took their brother home to check on him. Jaxon blinked again. Logan grabbed him by the arm, dragged him to his feet, and dragged him home, having to hold his own sleeve against his nose because Jaxon wasn't doing it himself.

Open tag since this is a month and a half old sorry lmao

[pondslime]

"yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away. and trudy was the main......uh........I guess "artist" is the appropriate word." the subtle mom shade of it all

[wingsofhcpe]

huge kudos to the priest in our local church who thought it was a good idea to mix a bunch of different essential oils, perfume and rubbing alcohol into one bottle and then start spraying the churchgoers with it, btw. Genius behaviour.

[feyinvestigations]

Being a comic book fan is so hard. I read something written about a character i like and think "he would not fucking say that" except its an officially licensed comic so yeah he did

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

I need a new fucking job

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

ANOTHER LIST REGARDING AUTISM: How different sensory input affects me, 5=least 1=most

5- Sight: I don't get overstimulated by visual stuff virtually ever. like i see all those things that are like 'Eye strain!!' and it never does nothin. Only time it ever affects me is when i'm already overstimulated from something else... or bright lights. bright lights get me. cannot stand those things.

4- Smell: Ngl, im not a 'deep breather'/i forget to breathe on occasion (very often), so smell doesnt affect me a ton, but when i do remember to actually process what the air around me smells like, i really only start to get overstimmed if its a bad smell. i've asked multiple teachers in the past to move me away from certain kids just based off smell. good smells are alright tho, like im chill walkin into a bath n body works or lighting a couple scented candles

3- Touch: if its a bad texture (scratchy, those weird blankets that look like sheep wool, unglazed pottery, flour, etc) i cannot deal w it. if its a good texture (silky stuff, this certain type of mud i make where i sift the dirt so that its smooth, fluffy sand) is aight.]

2- Taste: I have always been known as 'the picky eater'. kinda difficult to avoid spicy foods since i live very close to mexico, but i still do it. unfortunately leads to me having very light meals for breakfast n sometimes lunch since theres not a whole lot thats a win for all 3 of the ones i just listed- smell, texture and taste. taste is most important tho.

1- Sound: YES i am one of those people who plugs their ears after flushing the toilet or while running the blender or vacuum cleaner. I have vivid memories of me as a kid running downstairs and grabbing my dad's heavy duty noise-cancelling headphones that he normally wore when using power tools, just to block out the sound of the freeway near my house. this one also has to do w some trauma regarding a lot of yelling n banging n loud music, so that also plays a role.

sorry that this one is so long ;-; i had a lot to say lmao

[anotherpapercut]

my throat fucking hurts from yelling at my coworker today bc he wouldn't stop acting like the elementary schoolers

[dejwrld]

gojo’s reaction to yaga’s death just pissed me off this morning.

[d3adsm1leyf4ce]

Love me some eldritch horrors in the morning

Ft. Tayto