#A Graveyard Plot

[zegalba]

Jerome Podwil: A Graveyard Plot (1971)

[anonymoosen]

AIDEN’S SO SILLY WHAT

[yeonggisbitch]

how did sbg went from: haunted house curses group of highschoolers see how they try to survive the night fnaf style to medical facility kidnaps said group of highschoolers and now there's a fungus they're trying to containt that turns humans into phantoms

[teenitrash]

NOT BEN PLAYING WITH ASHLYNS HAIR WHILE THE OTHERS BICKER AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

[clown-abyss]

Alright, I havent seen many talk about this part of Red's insta (if at all) and like y'all. We need to talk about this.

And this is not something new I've noticed either. I've noticed for a couple months now, but seeing the fandom focusing mostly on ships is... exhausting.

Like, I understand it's always a part of Fandom culture, but it seems like a majority of the fandom discussion is based around ships, and again, it's quite tiring.

[primalmagic]

here's an excerpt out of my WIP benlor fic called "letters in incognito" <3. hope yguys like it !!

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It wasn’t fair. They’d gone through so much together. They’d literally gone through hell and back, but Tyler still wasn’t done.

She wishes so badly that she could do something, that she wasn’t so. Fucking. Useless.

God, there was at least one thing her “secret admirer” had gotten wrong. Taylor wasn’t smart- she was just… ignorant. It was easier to manage things when you didn’t believe they were real.

She got to live her little daydreams and normal life while Tyler was faced with the real stuff. And it was killing him, once.

It’s killing him now.

The damages done to their house and their reputations after the phantom realm only meant Taylor’s mom had to work harder to fix their mistakes, barely coming home for longer than an hour a day. That Tyler had to work harder to fix the gap she’d left beyond.

Everything was so, so-

Taylor?

She looks up suddenly, not realizing she was already in the kitchen, the counter’s cold marble digging into her hand.

You’ve been standing there for a while.

“Oh,” she mutters, “Water. Right.”

But Ben blocks her from the cabinet, hastily typing with one hand. Are you okay?

She nods, closing her eyes. “Yeah, yep, I just… tired, you know?”

She thinks that’ll make him drop it, but instead, he simply moves closer. I’ll get the water for Tyler. You should go to sleep now.

She shakes her head,” We share a room anyway, I’ll just give him the water. Thanks for offering though.”

Still, he doesn’t move.

You said he was up all night, right? If you sleep in the same room as him, you might not be able to rest again. 

“I need to be there for him, Ben,” she smiles tiredly, “He would do it for me.”

You’ll be a lot more help to Tyler if you’re not falling asleep in my arms. He raises an eyebrow, and Taylor turns beet red. 

“I’m not falling asleep in your arms!” 

Really? So I won’t have to carry you to the couch then?

She splutters, caught off guard, and Ben only smiles. Before she can process what’s going on, she feels arms around her waist.

Almost on instinct, she lets herself rest on his shoulder, feeling a little bit of tension disappear. He holds her for a few seconds, minutes, moments that feel like hours.

It’s a simple gesture, but it makes her feel so much better. Wrapped in his arms, she lets herself feel warm.

Ben is safe, she knows.

She is safe.

She’s not alone.

“Thanks,” she whispers, pulling away. His hands are still around her though, she thinks. And then forces herself to stop thinking because she’s already blushed way too many times today.

She’s really fighting to stay awake now, and she knows Ben can see it. “Might have to take up your offer of carrying me,” she jokes, “I think I might fall asleep here.”

She can’t hear him chuckle, but she can feel it, reverberating under her pulse.

She smiles as she looks up, “I do really need to get that wat-” 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

It is safe to say that Taylor is caught completely off guard as Ben picks her up.

Bridal style. 

Oh.

She’s pretty sure she’s combusting. 

A few thoughts cross her mind, one of them being:

Oh, he’s strong. 

And:

He’s carrying me. Why? Right. I said that. Right. Fuck. Words. What do I say? Um.

She opts to stay silent, because any word that leaves her right now will probably sound like one of Alvin’s chipmunks. 

He carries her to the couch, then settles her down slowly. Taylor watches him in a daze, feeling a little bit otherworldly- as if she’s watching the entire scene in third person- and is somehow more awake then she’s been all day.

Go to sleep, Tay. I’ll figure it out, alright? You deserve to rest.

Half of her tries to stay awake, but the other half doesn’t need to be told twice.

Her eyes close immediately, her mind focusing on the steady (but slightly rushed?) heartbeat of the boy next to her. She lets it drift her away, away from her exhaustion and into a dreamless sleep.

Before she falls, she swears she feels lips brushing her temple, a soft, sweet touch- one that reminds her of the kisses her mother used to give to her as a child.

She’s imagining it, she knows. But it makes her feel at home all the same.

[ainawgsd]

Saw a post about mutuals you would go to a cemetery with and got curious so I made a poll.

I visit cemeteries fairly often, I think, but i don't really have a frame of reference for normal. Our town's sledding hill is in the local cemetery and it's a great place to take a walk. I do have relatives buried there, but I don't visit their graves that often. I also enjoy visiting old country cemeteries when I'm out hiking.

[comingyourlugubriousness]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

An Adam's family dress-up inspired by my friend @bunnwich and I's conversations lol. The pencil mustache is a must on Yume. I had this idea mulling around in my mind for a while and wanted to do something silly for October.

Edit: SO originally this was just one picture but then I saw the scene here and I had to draw it. Extra and stuff and version w/glasses under cut.

I found a reference image on Google, but after I drew I found out that it had a watermark! It took a bit of reverse searching but the original was drawn by @/beecher-arts. Who, I respectfully am not tagging so they don't see my cringe ship art lol.

Reference: X

Version with glasses:

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Graveyard Shift

short spooky novella

5 people who all take smoke breaks in the cemetery near their university in the middle of the night come across a fresh hole in the ground - and wonder who dug it, and why

they each start investigating, and quickly find out they are closer to the answers than expected

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Robert Morgan

The Last Man On Earth (1964) dir. Sydney Salkow

[girlscoutbrownies]

someone is cooking

[crayfee07]

My SBG OC is gonna go through it during the escape arc...

(Used Reds art for alot of help)

[whatbigotspost]

I love it when people post things on this site like “I am so old and wizened…I remember things like they were before *dramatic pause* 2015……….” 🤦‍♀️

I’m here for being proud of age and memory of ye olden days. But Tumblr is an echo chamber for a lot of things and I can’t express to you how much one of them is a distorted sense of age. It’s fine, I get it…I’m only 39 and I’ve been made to feel ancient here since day 1 (and I’ve contributed to the narrative myself.) That one very big poll about age a few months back showed I am older than somewhere around like 2-5% of the site. If I let that metric be my guide, I guess I need to go lay my dusty bones down in my spot in the old family grave yard plot.

Of course, a life expectancy into our 80-90s isn’t a given and so many people are denied it. I think aging is a victory and I always try to amplify that. What I really wanna emphasize right now though is that Tumblr can’t be your barometer of being “old.” Don’t let it fool you. There is still so much living to be had after 40, 50, 60 and forever.

Shit’s hard out there I get it. But if we let ourselves feel grizzled at age 25, we’ll be vulnerable to accepting conditions that truncate our collective life expectancy even further.

So to myself and all: You’re not that old, you’re just on tumblr. May you actually be old someday ❤️

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Graveyard Watch is a great beutifull and creative ship name but thanks to an YouTube post I realized that one of the possible alternatives would be JohnOliver (only moment I'll agree with word of god and use John instead of Jon because the h makes no sense Jonny) and that's so funny to me.

I mean either this two being in a relationship spontaneusly created a whole ass beloved british left wing comedian or John Oliver is actually two fear avatars in a trenchcoat doing deepfake. Also and that's deeply important to me: it means Martin cannonically was jealous of Jonh Oliver (or the possibility of John Oliver).

[primalmagic]

here's another excerpt from my WIP benlor fic called "letters in incognito" <3. hope yguys like it !!

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When she wakes up, it’s dark outside. The lights are dimmed and there’s a shawl wrapped around her. She looks up, and notices Ben is still awake, on his phone on the chair next to her. 

“Ben?”

Ben looks up, suddenly, as if he’s surprised she’s even awake. He flushes, I hope you don’t mind that I stayed. It was getting late and Tyler was having it rough. I can leave though, I don’t mean to intru-

She cuts off the continuing text-to-speech, and shakes her head, “No, no, it’s fine! I don’t mind. Is… is Tyler okay?” She feels her stomach clench, her fear of being asleep while her brother was hurting evident on her face.

He’s okay! He threw up a few times and then eventually went to sleep.

She groans, “You should have woken me up.”

Ben doesn’t reply to that, just shrugs and gives her a soft smile.

A few moments pass, and Taylor isn’t really sure if this is what she could call “comfortable silence”. It’s not awkward, sure, but she has an urge to fill the gaps- to say something, if anything.

“Have you ever thought of learning sign language?” She blurts out and he tilts his head, as if seriously considering it. He types for a second, then clicks the button.

Once in a while. But nobody would understand me unless they learned it too. And I can’t really ask anyone to do that for me. 

He looks upset, his eyes downcast, like he truly believes it.

“I would,” she blurts out again because he’s leaning a little bit too close and her sleep-addled brain is screaming warning signs, “I would learn it for you. Uh, with you. I would learn it with you.” 

He smiles, a true, genuine smile that has her smiling too.

And then. 

Then he leans on her shoulder, his hair tickling her neck, and her heart just about combusts right there and then. Not able to help it, she utters out a simple “Um-”

He doesn’t move, but instead faces his phone to her, not bothering to make it speak out loud . It reads: Is this okay?

“Yep!” She laughs, a little too forcefully, “Peachy. Totally okay. I’m fine. You should, uh, go to sleep too. It’s late already and we have- oh shoot- we have school tomorrow. Are you sure your parents are alright with you staying over on a school night?” 

He nods, and Taylor tries to go through her options. 

Option one: She can let Ben go to sleep and then leave (awkward, because there’s no way she’s going back to sleep with him leaning on her. Also, being awake means she’s going to stare at him the entire time, so…)

Option two: She can just get up and leave, go back to her’s and Tyler’s room, and let Ben fall asleep on the couch.

Option three: She stays. Which would be weird- and she doesn’t want to face that embarrassment in the morning.

“Do you, uh, want to move?”

He sighs, then shrugs. She raises her eyebrows, “What does that mean? No?”

He looks a little lost, and then nods into her shoulder, humming a slight affirmation. Still, she needs to make sure, “Is that a no? Are you feeling alright?”

He nods again, and then squeezes her wrist, as if to assure her that it's fine. 

But right as Taylor is about to get up, he traces something with his index finger onto her arm. Letters, she realizes. Four letters. 

Stay.

It’s not as awkward as she thought I'd be.

[dontmesswithnoheroin]

I now officially triggered the graveyard scene; girls, how do we emotionally move on from it?