#*angry shrieking*

[kantraels]

fseer funniest behaviors

[lizarr7]

Salem gets another form/redesign by me? Who could have foreseen this??? Only her 3rd one so far. Surely there won't b anymore. SUrely.

However, while the other ones are like, headcanons for the show, this is from what I've been calling my RWBY Leviathan AU. Don't think I've ever mentioned it before.

[distance-does-not-matter]

it's about the fact i've got all this love screaming inside of me and i can't do a thing about it

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

any of yall just feel like screaming into the void with frustration well here you go

this is your sign to scream into the void let's go guys I'll start

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

cmon tumblr i know you buggers want to

reblog with your screams to manifest avenging banshee energy for us all

xoxo

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

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[tricoufamily]

what if i killed myself

[vinecoveredgarden]

BTW if you live with an autistic person and you sudden, loud noises upset them and you still scream and yell and make Bad Sounds over fucking nothing I hope you choke every time you take a sip of something and it fucks up your throat. I hope a Lego materializes just to cause you agony. I hope every time you turn a corner you misjudge the angle and fucking run into a wall or something.

We are not your fucking entertainment. You are not entitled to make our spaces unsafe and stressful because you "got angry".

[writhe]

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[doctorwormcore]

im not even joking raul esparza's version of franklin shepard inc literally is sending me insane the neurotic awkwardness of it?? brother i am scrEAMING it down the highway

[crayonurchin]

Now, I love doing kids entertainment. Being a bringer of parties and silliness and joy is a great job.

But between parties, I need to unmask from elated birthday joy or I will go insane.

This means sometimes, you'll see Queen Elsa driving on the M25 from gig to gig while fully screaming along to Slipknot

It's therapeutic

[magic-coffee]

Killed the urge to call him by reminding myself about his words and actions Woohoo girlboss moment now I'm hysterical crying it's ok at least I did not call win win win!

[blondiexbiites]

The Ghost first appeared in the periphery of Maddie's vision one night-- just outside of one's focus like the bum on the street corner. Litter in the gutter. A bad feeling that made you cross the street.

But he always seemed to be there, just around the corner for her to bump into, only to realize it was just a coat hung upon a door, or a broom stood in the corner. First as a figment half-sensed in the dreams that come as the skies grow dark. Then, as the nights passed and grew into weeks, as something lurking, waiting for her.

A thin man in a rumpled suit, his throat torn open in some terrible act of mortal violence-- his life bled away and still wetting his ruined collar. A lingering scent of mildew, sour beer and cigarette smoke. An unwelcome brush in the darkness. A laugh half-heard. Leering.

Except tonight, he seems almost solid, sitting at the end of her bed smoking a goddamned cigarette. The audacity.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?" He chuckles, and smoke wafts from the gored hole in his neck.

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison forced herself out of bed; her legs were heavy and uncooperative, and her stomach growled from lack of proper nourishment. She swayed, holding to the bed for support, her teeth chattering from a familiar bone-deep chill. That damnable chill she'd endured for weeks on end. She had never before been so cold, but she couldn't allow herself the luxury of huddling under the covers when she had a whole night of hunting ahead of her. Madison had to do something to ward off her hunger and the unsettling feeling of being watched. Laboriously, Madison smoothed out the pink satin sheets and pillows, then shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed a can of scented liquid she couldn't even bring herself to name. Returning to her bedroom, she sprayed the bed linens before tucking everything in tight and drawing the silk duvet in place. Madison then stacked her decorative frilly pillows on the bed in their usual order and sprayed the air deodorizer around the bedroom and bathroom.

Maybe Maddie was just imagining it, but she could have sworn she could smell the same strange, chilling presence she'd been smelling for weeks. The smell of rot, blood, gore, and something unwelcome in her home. Trembling, Madison wrapped her silken pink bathrobe tighter around her trembling frame, blonde curls whipping about as she looked around frantically. Why was she so damnably cold? The normally bubblegum-scented air in her room felt freezing, but she had already set the thermostat to a toasty 70 degrees! Snarling, Madison began to pace, eyes glowing red with frustration as she tried to wrap her head around the strange occurrences these past few days and the smell that had taken residence in her home!

And that was when she heard it.

The noise was slight, little more than a rustle. Madison paused, her blonde head tilting as she listened for a repeat of the slight, odd sound. There. A whisper, like fabric. And from a familiar location.

Someone was in her room.

Madison's scalp prickled, and a jolt of sheer shock made her undead heart almost freeze in her chest. Slowly, Maddie turned her head to face whatever or whoever was sitting on the edge of her bed. The very presence that was violating her sanctuary.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?"

The chill grew even more potent, the smell staggering, but Madison didn't move, couldn't move. Her eyes swept from his horrendous rumpled clothing to his smarmy, unpleasant face before finally settling on the red hole that was his throat...or used to be his throat. 'Did I do that?' she thought distantly. Afraid. Why did she feel so scared?

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison's chest constricted, preventing her from doing more than draw in quick, shallow breaths. She couldn't move or even scream, but the moment he insulted her pink colors, morbid righteous fury roared and overwhelmed the bubble of unsureness. "DON'T INSULT MY COLORS!" she screeched, fangs bared, face twisted in a look of ugly rage. "And for your information, I use Tinder!" Only the best place to get proper food. Insta asked for too much exposure, but enough about that, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! AND GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY BED! THOSE SHEETS ARE EGYPTIAN SILK, AND YOU'RE SPOILING THEM!"

@infamouscabal

[toastingpencils37]

[electriccenturies]

I fucking hate sound >:(

[dirt-str1der]

Why did they feel the need to make prince gumball like ... hot

[elodieunderglass]

Hat tip @eldriwolf what a good interaction! Well done OP!

had a real life "and everybody clapped" moment and im still reeling. spent the rest of the ride comparing butterfly pics with the old lady next to me trying to identify it