#Silent Evening [Open]

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[bluerosefox]

I want more Dad!Tim stuff. (And once again a deaged Danny and Ellie idea)

So let's go do that.

So you know those DPxDC AUs where Tim makes a deal with either Clockwork or Danny to carry Ellie? Or Tim is a reborn Danny whose carrying Ellie instead (love these first btw) in order to get Bruce out of the time stream.

Well what about instead of just Ellie, it's both her and Danny.

Danny and Ellie who were badly hurt by the GIW that they both had to revert into their cores. They are saved by their friends/family and are taken to Frostbite. There they are monitored and looked after only until they can finally the reform but they run into a problem. The two can't return to their home dimension due to the GIW activity and they cant stay to long in the Infinite Realms cause they are still halfas. Then one day CW appears to speak with Frostbite over something important about the two.

Meanwhile in the DCverse.

Tim might have figured a way to save Bruce from the timestream. A being known as Clockwork might be able to help him if he manages to summon the powerful 'Ancient'.

However he knows summoning and requesting it's help he will have to pay a price.

If it means getting Bruce back he'll do it...

[choccy-milky]

the place me and my roommate were supposed to move into today was so disgusting and uninhabitable we just took our stuff and left and now we're gonna be staying at airbnbs and hotels until further notice/until we can find a new place hopefully quickly...........im in my homeless drifter era y'all!!!😍😍so if im not as active then thats why LMFAO

1 like = 1 prayer

[burningcheese-merchant]

I've never really understood getting mad over what people ship or don't ship honestly, I like the two ships that you've mentioned you don't doesn't mean I have to be mad about it, doesn't mean anyone's wrong for liking or not liking different ships.

Maybe I'm just a multishipper but I've never understood arguing over which ones better should be canon or any of that either.

Basically I don't get it, you can not like a ship you can talk how much you don't like the ship or why but going out of your way to find and get mad about ships you don't like is stupid.

I'd say that's a good thing to think

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Shipping is just playing dollhouse. There's no rhyme or reason to getting mad over how someone chooses to play with the dolls. Play with yours the way you want and extend that gesture to everyone else. Play together if you want, play separately if you don't like their game. Play on opposite sides of the room and face away from each other if you really need to. But don't go swat at them or try to take their dolls or whatever. Shipping is already a touch childish, you don't need to go full tilt and become a tantruming kindergartner about it.

Hate the ship, love the shipper is the ideal for me. Plenty of people don't like BurningCheese. Plenty of them like ShadowSpice. Whatever, that's fine. We can still be buddies. Your life will end up really lonely really fast if you turn away every single person that doesn't march lockstep with you in every direction at all times lol

(And look. Since I'm here and on break. I will explain myself one single time. ShadowSpice just does not make sense to me. Square peg in a round hole. I try to give ships I dislike the benefit of the doubt, usually. I don't like Hollytaya but I understand its appeal. I've read a couple of fics and they were actually quite nice. I tried to read one ShadowSpice fic and I quit 3 paragraphs in. I just cannot do it. It makes me feel gross and itchy. I saw someone's explanation on here for why they ship it, don't remember who, and it still didn't add up. I felt like a toddler trying to read Finnegan's Wake. The gears just will not turn, not even with force. I can't stand them together like that, so I don't seek out any content like that. The occasional jab I make is where it ends. I'd otherwise rather talk about stuff I actually like instead of stuff I don't lol)

(Also I don't multiship. Hollyberry and Dark Cacao are the only exceptions. I like them together and with their respective Beasts. I don't do it with anyone else, I attach myself to specific pair bonds and simply refuse to let go. Whatever ships I like are the be-all end-all for me. But that's just me personally, more power to you if you think differently)

[haemey]

Keep it hidden. Keep it safe.

The wall safe in Crowley’s flat was full of things. Things he kept locked away, out of sight, out of mind. Dangerous things. Things no one could ever find. Things he didn't want to have to think about. Things he should get rid of but couldn't. 

Hidden behind a face everyone knows.

Over the decades, the contents of the safe had changed. New things had been added, old ones, removed.

Currently, it held a thermos, empty to a drop but holding the memory of death and covered in beige and blue and red. It held a nail, old, rusty, made from iron, stained by something now dry. It held a single sterile apple seed, tucked away in a small silver box. It held a pressed flower, so old it had almost fully turned to dust. It held letters in black ink on white paper, sealed with golden wax, tied together with a cream silk ribbon. It held a grey feather. It held a book, bound in dark blue leather with gold embossing, the edges painted gold. It held a scrap of fabric, roughspun, woven from linen, yellowed with age, the golden trim discoloured and unravelling but holding on. It held a piece of meteor iron. It held a pair of broken sunglasses. It held a torn bit of paper, burned at the edges, with words that could spell his death. It held a polaroid, sealed away in an envelope, face down, hidden at the back of the safe.

Out of all the things, this might have been the most dangerous. The one no one could ever even know about. The one that hurt the most.

A single piece of paper. Its peril long past. 

Looking into the safe, one might think there was still space. That there was room between the neatly lined-up and stacked things. 

But the truth was that, while it could still admit as many things as Crowley needed it to, it was full. The still air behind the heavy closed door held its own meaning and memory.

In every crevice, every gap, between the loose sheets of the letters, the fibers of the fabric, within the small box, lived the most precious piece. Amongst all the contents of the safe, this was the one Crowley guarded the most closely.

It was where the demon had locked away his heart.

[lordofthesoups]

Links to films I have hanging around

Most of these are either sci-fi or horror.

Please bear in mind the age of some of these films when watching they will not be 100% cohesive to modern views.

Most of these are links to internet archive. There are also links to wikipedia and youtube.

1920s- mainly german expressionism:

The cabinet of Dr Caligari (1920)

The man who laughs (1928)

Nerves (1919)

Nosferatu (1922)

Metropolis (1927)

Genuine (1920)

The phantom carriage (1921)

The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926) <- oldest surviving animated film 

Die Nibelungen (1924) -> i warn you it is 6 hours long. Has the first dragon ever shown on a screen though

Different from the others (1919) 

This is one of my favourite films and also the saddest film I have ever watched. It is the first film to show homosexuality in a positive light. 

The majority of the film was destroyed by the Nazis.

Definitely worth a watch if you are interested in LGBTQ history.

30s horror:

Frankenstein (1931)

The bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Dracula (1931)

M (1931)

Freaks (1932)

1940s:

The mark of Zorro (1940)

Sci-fi B movies:

The green slime (1968) <- my favourite 

Fire maidens from outer space (1956)  <- worst film i have ever had the pleasure to watch

It came from outer space (1953) <- a classic

Animated:

La Planète sauvage (english version) (1973)

Akira   (1988)

Janos Vitez (1973)

Ballerina on boat  (1969)

Experimental: 

Koyaanisqatsi (1982)

Musicals:

The rocky horror picture show (1975)

Little shop of horrors (1966) <- i am being slightly sneaky putting this here since this is actually the original film that inspired the musical 

Cabaret:

Joel Grey live (1988)

Movie (1972)

Alan Cumming at the Donmar warehouse (1993) <- my favourite 

A google drive of over the garden wall i found while getting these films

[dreambones]

Bitches be like “I love horror” until the dog starts scratching at the door past midnight for no reason and won't go back to bed and instead lays by the door persistently looking at the gap under it.

…

Me, I'm bitches.

[kaiserkisser]

can someone nice (!!) please please please adopt me im begging you im requesting you (huge word vomit and vent in tags, pls dont read if u dont want to!! and if you don't want this stuff on this blog PLS lmk!! i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy! )

[swagging-back-to]

bro this is *literally* why i do not fucking talk about it.

this is the exact response ive gotteen half the time I've told people about it irl.

the other half? people who self diagnosed themselves with DID and who harrassed me for weeks saying i was the one faking.

in short; i was completely correct. people literally cannot be normal about dissociation disorders and I'm done trying to be open about it :)

[jils-things]

Wait a While Longer

this fic is written by my friend, sarah! (@throughpatchesofviolet) it was for a trade we exchanged months back. i asked for a lovely stevaide fic and she delivered! she has given me her permission to repost this story and i'm more than happy to share it. also using this opportunity to read it easily hehehe 💚💜 thank you again!

"Here we are …” Jaide mused, smiling as she crouched beside the oven, patting a small, reptilian Pokémon on the head as she pointed at the pie visible through the window. “See? It’s almost ready, Aron—just a few more minutes.”

The steel-type titled his head, studying the pastry before turning to his companion, blinking up at her with his large, blue eyes.

“In the meantime, how about we clean up?” Jaide suggested, standing up and lightly sidestepping Aron so she could reach the sink, where a mound of dirty dishes awaited her. “Can’t leave the house in disarray, after all.”

Aron huffed, but he trotted after her, sitting obediently at her feet as she turned on the faucet, humming softly to herself as she rinsed the first of many bowls.

As she squirted dish soap onto a cloth, beginning to scrub a large mixing bowl, her thoughts turned towards her husband, Steven. Early that morning, the jangling tone of a phone had roused them both—an urgent call from Steven’s father, who requested Steven make an appearance at an upcoming meeting.

Naturally, Steven had agreed, and had promptly dressed, pressed a soft kiss to his wife’s forehead, and departed, all in the span of a few minutes.

I hope he’s doing alright, Jaide thought, frowning at a stain on the dish she was washing. He left so early … and after working so hard, the night before, too. He must be exhausted …

The buzzing of a timer snapped Jaide from her thoughts, and she dropped the rag and bowl into the sink, spinning around to find Aron had moved to stand in front of the oven. The Pokémon sniffed the air as she approached, drawing another smile from his companion.

“It smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” she asked, grabbing a pair of oven mitts before squatting down beside Aron and opening the oven door, a blast of hot, cinnamon-scented air rushing over them.

Leaning forward, Jaide carefully removed the pie, as Aron grunted in irritation, his eyes narrowing as he crouched behind her, trying to avoid the heat.

Jaide laughed as she rose to her feet, setting the pie on a cooling rack. “I tried to warn you, when we started—the oven gets hot!”

Aron snorted, glaring at her before turning away, visibly irritated.

“Aw, Aron … I’m sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you …” Jaide glanced at the pie, the golden crust shimmering beneath a cloud of steam, then back at Aron. “How about I give you the biggest piece to make up for it? Would you like that?”

The steel-type refused to look at her for a moment longer, then slowly sighed, and Jaide smiled as his large eyes drifted back towards her face.

“Alright—Aron gets the largest piece of pie, tonight. Promise.”

The Pokémon beamed up at her, then snapped to alertness, his gaze darting towards the living room: the soft jangling of keys had grabbed his attention—and Jaide’s, as well.

Aron bolted as the front door creaked open, eager to welcome Steven home, and Jaide sighed, smoothing her dress before stepping into the other room, where her husband was trying not to trip over the tiny Pokémon weaving between his legs.

“… I don’t have anything for you, this time, Aron, I’m sorry!” Steven held out his empty hands to the steel-type, who squinted up at him. “I was in a meeting all day, so I didn’t have time to grab any ore … next time, I promise!”

Aron huffed, then spun around and marched back into the kitchen.

“I don’t think he liked your excuse,” Jaide teased, smiling as she approached Steven, already reaching to help him take off his coat. “How was your meeting, dear? You’re not too tired, are you?”

“No, no … I’m perfectly fine. Not tired—” Steven broke off mid-sentence, yawning, but he quickly stifled it, gently waving Jaide aside. “Not tired at all …”

His wife raised an eyebrow, but she decided to play along. “Alright … how about we sit down? We both could use some rest, after today.”

“Oh?” he frowned as she took his arm, quietly guiding him towards the soda. “What did you get up to …?”

���Well,” Jaide began, patting her husband’s arm as they sank onto the couch cushions. “After you left, I managed to fall back asleep for a few more hours … then I was up to make breakfast for me and Ruby … we had pancakes—the ones where we use fruit to make them look like Pokémon. Ruby managed to make his look just like Fofo …”

“Mm … which form?” Steven mumbled, leaning his head against Jaide’s shoulder.

“It was her Sunny Form,” Jaide replied, smiling as she recalled how carefully Ruby had arranged slices of banana around his pancake that morning. “He took a photo, of course—it was quite cute.

“After that, Ruby told me he was going to hang out with some friends at a Secret Base—though, he wouldn’t tell me where it was … I suppose that’s to keep it a “secret” base, isn’t it?

“Then I was on my own, so I did some housework, ran to the store for groceries, and then Aron and I baked a pie … oh, you should have seen his face when I opened the oven—his eyes scrunched up and he huddled behind me … it was adorable! Although, he was upset about it, so now I owe him a huge slice of pie as an apology.

"And now you’re home, so I can start making …” Jaide trailed off as soft snoring tickled her ears, and she glanced over to see Steven dozing against her shoulder.

Smiling, Jaide gently lowered Steven’s head so it was resting in her lap, chuckling quietly as she brushed his hair from his face, admiring his features.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Steven’s forehead.

I suppose dinner can wait a bit longer, Jaide thought, closing her eyes. Steven needs to rest, and Ruby’s not home, yet, either … besides, I can’t possibly move, now—it’d wake him!

She snuggled into the couch cushions, humming a quiet lullaby as she stroked Steven’s hair.

Yes … dinner can wait just a little longer …

—

“What a day …” Ruby muttered, sighing as he stepped into the living room.

“Ar?”

The boy blinked, looking down to find his mother’s Aron gazing up at him. The Pokémon studied him for a moment, then turned his head, nodding towards the sofa.

Following Aron’s gaze, Ruby found his parents lounging on the couch—his father’s head rested in his mother’s lap. Thought she was sitting upright, he could tell Jaide was fast asleep, her fingers still tangled in Steven’s hair.

He glanced at Aron as he slid his backpack off, kneeling on the floor beside the Pokémon as he rummaged through its contents. “Shall we?” he asked, pulling out a camera.

“Aron!” the Pokémon chirped, beaming at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Powering the camera on, Ruby focused it on his parents, still snoozing on the sofa, and snapped a quick photo before settling down beside Aron, showing him the picture.

“What do you think? The lighting look okay?”

The steel-type stared at the photograph, then nodded

.

“Great! Then let’s leave them alone—we’ll have plenty of time to tease them with this, later.”

Ruby stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he marched into the kitchen, Aron trotting behind him. He paused when he saw the pie resting on the counter, and the Pokémon grunted, gently headbutting his leg.

“Aroooooon!” he hissed, glaring up at Ruby.

“Ar!”

“Right, right—sorry. Let’s go.”

Aron snorted as he watched the boy run into the other room. Nobody was going to touch that pie—not until Jaide served him his portion, anyway. She’d promised him a huge piece, after all!

The Pokémon cast one more glance up at the counter, then nodded to himself, scampering after Ruby. After all … dinner could wait a while longer.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Like honestly I think that people are genuinely unaware of how MCYT and the internet as a whole used to be because like… the space is improving. Things coming to light when they happen and not years later is a good thing. Not only is it impossible to have a space with no bad people ever, any space that appears as such is actively dangerous and suppressing the victims within the community as a way to stay “pure.” I really worry about people leaving for those sorts of spaces because in my experience they’re far more rotten than MCYT could ever be, because victims are shamed into silence and treated like dirt to keep that spotless reputation. It’s a show of purity, not any support for victims, because Victims Coming Out Is A Good Thing. It means they feel safe in the space to do that. Places that seem safer because they don’t have all that are just ones that silence any victim far worse.

[blvdheart]

i love this game

[astragatwo]

This is the delusion I'm going to choose to live in for the foreseeable future, I think. (Bonus doodle under the cut)

[amartgasaurus]

the doctor will see you now

[binah-beloved]

if you think Binah has insomnia due to nightmares she keeps well hidden and that she and you spend many sleepless nights awake keeping each other company in peaceful darkness clap your hands

[mifunebooty]

I will survive my 6 month streak curse of being in love and having the mega hots for Robert Mitchum