#and they’re reblogging shit like ‘don’t be afraid to be into weird freaky shit be a pervert’ ok.

[speedwayy]

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[junkyarddook]

I get these characters are comforting to you, but some people are genuinely frightened by them. It's not really something people can control, it's a phobia. To cope, some people voice that and reblog. Not everyone can cater to you & you can't stop them from thinking the way they do, it's traumatic in some instances. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions whether you like it or not, no offense. We are trying to overcome this.

I have nothing against anyone with phobias of animatronics, or people who dont like them. I was one of those people, actually! until about a year ago! i was beyond terrified of any robots. my dad showed me terminator at age 4 and i thought that robots would kill me for so long. but i never left any weird derogatory comments on anyone’s post. I know they’re freaky looking to virtually everyone. But there is absolutely no need for anyone to reblog from my page that is entirely about chuck e. cheese and showbiz animatronics and reblog/ comment just to say how much they hate my page/interests and how “creepy”, “disturbing” the things i like are. its so rude and unnecessary. it makes me feel like shit to be honest. and I actually block anyone who i see talking about them being creepy because I don’t want to scare them. Yes someone with a phobia can not control them being afraid of them and thats totally okay! But they CAN control the things they say to me. Its fine that you dont like animatronics just dont direct hate comments about them to me its so unnecessary. Just block me. you can cope and make a vent post without involving me. I am not shoving these characters in anyone’s faces. I tag all the posts with animatronics and i tag all the posts with mascots and walkarounds because i know people have phobias of them too. I don’t exactly see it to be everyone “catering” to me to ask people to not just do that one thing. It’s just respectful.

if you’d like you can also block my sideblog @animatronic-robots

[heyscience]

If I Were Inquisitor - Ask Meme.

@batsintheshadows @tea-me-and-smut @foxywolfmeerkat13 @howling-at-night OMG THIS IS SO FUN YOU GUYS HOLY SHIT!! Thanks so much for writing yours, and I’m so stoked to finally share mine!

If you are reading this and want to give it a shot, please reblog the original post and I’ll send you an ask! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, I LOVE READING PEOPLE’S ANSWERS. THEY’RE ALL. SO GOOD!!!!

1. Race: I want to be a giant muscley mountain of a Qunari. I wanna be the very best, like no-one ever was, at smashing my enemies’ faces in and giving the best goddamn hugs there is. 

2. Class/Specialization: Two-handed Warrior/Champion. I like hitting things, and I love the idea of getting involved in all that pompous Orlesian chevalier bullshit and RUINING IT for ALL OF THEM.

3. Your homeland? It’s gotta be somewhere warm and by the sea (because I love the ocean and also I can’t deal with the cold cos I am WEAK), so I’m thinking Rivain. Ooh! And that would mean I’d have a bunch of sick tattoos and piercings! Rad.

4. Your family? (Ok so I’m basing this loosely off my irl family because they’re my best point of reference I guess????)

So, my family. I love them, but they’re a mess.

My Mum was the ideal Tamassran. A devout adherent to the Qun. She worked as a healer and was very well respected in her field.

That was until she met my Dad, who in short, looked at the Qun and was like ‘fuck this shit I’m out.’

Dad was a soldier and one day he was wounded in battle, ended up in the hospice where Mum worked, wooed her, and they ran away together to Rivain.

They had my brother and I and then realised that they’re actually polar opposites and it’s a wonder they were ever attracted to each other. They split up, re-partnered and had more kids. So I have a pile of siblings that I have varying degrees of blood relation with, but we all consider each other fully part of our extended, convoluted family (for serious - irl I have 9 siblings).

Mum taught me business sense and how to tend to battle wounds, Dad taught me how to fight. I’ve got a lot of family of various races all over Thedas, all related (not necessarily by blood) one way or another. People say lovely things about my Mum, and the craziest things about my Dad - the stories of his exploits are so outrageous it’s difficult to believe any of them are true (like irl my dad was involved in organised crime for a while but quit cos he got bored????).

I love my family but I’m really bad at keeping in contact with them, so I get the occasional letter from Mum being like ‘ARE YOU DEAD?!’

Leliana has taken to sending her reassuring updates preemptively.

5. Who were you before? I imagine I’d be part of something like a dnd adventuring party.

We started out as a ragtag group of misfits, travelling the land in search of gold and glory. It was mostly treasure hunting and mercenary gigs, and some of the work we did on the high seas was um, legal-adjacent (piracy). But occasionally we’d stop to lend a hand to those in need, pass ourselves off as bards to earn extra coin in small-town taverns, and we even involved ourselves in vigilante justice a couple of times.

We grew into our own little family, and eventually we found ourselves wanting to do the type of work that really mattered. That’s why we signed ourselves up to work security at the Conclave, with a plan to move into aiding refugees in Ferelden afterwards. It didn’t. Quite. Work out that way. Unfortunately.

6. Would you be religious? That’s a hard no.

7. Do you have a mabari? YES PUPPY! Who is also a fully fledged member of our adventuring troupe I might add.

8. Your opinion on other races? Elves = rad, dwarves = awesome, humans = eh, dragons?? = HELL YES

9. What would Varric’s nickname for you be? Stubby.

10. What would your tarot card look like? This one is hard! I’m thinking a lot of compass imagery (because the sea and travelling and finding your way etc.)...and I’d have to be facing at an angle that best accentuates my glorious biceps.

11. Where would you hang out in Skyhold? I like to be in the centre of the action, but I’m not sure where that would be?? Probably in the main Skyhold courtyard near the entrance, in amongst the merchants? It’d be a good spot to see the comings and goings, check in with recruits and workers for the Inquisition, and also play with any kids who might be around. 

It’s important to make sure the kids of the Inquisition are happy and healthy and, um, ok Josie I’ll admit it, they’re also way more fun to hang out with than that stuffy noble whoeverthefuck you just brought in from Orlais.

12. What would you do for fun? Knock back beers in the Herald’s Rest with my companions, come up with dirty drinking songs with Sera, get blackout drunk with Dorian (although I’ll eventually realise it’s a very unhealthy coping mechanism and encourage Dorian to join me in cutting down the booze), swap stories and quality bants with Varric, beg Vivienne for fashion advice, gush over romance novels with Cass, have tea and gossip sessions with Josie, poke fun at Cullen, spar with the Inquisition recruits (and scare the shit out of them), and, just anything to distract from the looming horror that is Corypheus.

13. What armour would you wear? Heavy, shiny, and bloodstone red.

14. What would your room look like? Organised chaos. I love playing host so my room would look mostly neat, but the writing desk would be an absolute mess. It would probably make poor Josie hyperventilate (which is why I’d always suggest we discuss things in her office, or at least give me plenty of notice before swinging by my chambers so I can tidy up). 

15. Who would be your friends at Skyhold? I’d wanna be friends with pretty much everyone, but I think I’d be closest with Dorian (BUT of course only after giving him a solid scolding for his views on slavery, and I’d only continue talking to him if he came to his senses).

We have a very similar sense of humour, and. Oh man. I have way more feelings about this than I thought I would. In short - I can imagine both laughing with him and collapsing on the floor together with a bottle of wine (each) and many tears.

16. Would you have any friends outside of the Inquisition? This makes me sad because my closest friends outside the Inquisition would be my adventuring party and they..would’ve...the Conclave...EVEN MY MABARI. MY POOR PUPPY. OH GOD WHY. TOO MANY FEELINGS.

17. Who wouldn’t you get along with? Cole. It’s not that I don’t like him, I’d just be super awkward around him, like ‘HELLO SPIRIT CHILD HOW ARE YOU TODAY. OH, IS THAT AN INSECURITY OF MINE YOU JUST POINTED OUT?! WELL COOL, GOOD TALK.’ 

18. Who would you romance? I know this isn’t possible in Inquisition but I would like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Isabela. SHE IS MY FICTIONAL SOULMATE OK.

(Also I’m more than a little bit in love with Cullen but I hate myself for it so)

19. Would you do pranks with Sera? AbsoLUTELY.

20. Would you sleep with the Iron Bull (casually if not romance)? 100% YES. It’d only be an occasional thing tho, cos while I’m a masochist and I like being tied up I’m not really a sub. I’d mostly go to him for bondage tips and um. Requests for. Demonstrations.

21. Would you keep Cole around? Yes. I’d still be weirded out by him, but I acknowledge that it’s completely not his fault. I’d take his word for it that he just wants to help people and let him have at it with that freaky mind-reading and vanishing shit he does.

22. Can you play the game (politics)? A little bit. I’d have to work the scandal angle. Being a Qunari I could never hope to assimilate into the realms of the nobility, but I could win their favour by being something of a novelty. Much like Casanova in this brilliant adaptation starring David Tennant - watch from 10:42.

You see, you don’t have to be liked by everybody, just the right people, and you can usually get them onside by just being very fucking entertaining.

23. What would be on your tombstone in the fade (What are you afraid of)? Ghosts. I’m not sure how well that translates to a Thedas setting but still, it’s my biggest fear so I’m sticking with it.

24. Who would you recruit to seal the breach? Mages.

25. Opinion on Mages versus Templars? Ok, so I have a proposal for how to fix this bullshit:  

1. The Chantry should relinquish any and all control over the affairs of mages. Separation of Church and State, simple as that.

2. The Templar Order should be disbanded, and the practice of indenturing soldiers by saddling them with a lyrium addiction should be banned.

3. All people in Thedas (and I mean ALL) should be taught about magic from a young age, both the gifts and dangers of its use. Everyone should learn about magical safety and how to resist demonic possession.

4. Mage children should attend the same schools as everyone else, but they can hone their skills in their late teens to early adulthood in mage colleges, with free tuition paid by the State (of wherever part of Thedas this is). They can research magic, learn a trade or train in combat, whatever they choose. Mages will be allowed to earn money, marry, have families, and have some actual freaking rights. None of this ‘hunt ‘em down and lock ‘em up’ bullshit.

5. Also the Rite of Tranquility WHAT THE FUCK. I can’t believe it’s a thing people actually agree to do. This rite should be downright fucking outlawed, and severe penalties levelled at the people who attempt it.

26. Who would be put in charge of Orlais and why? Briala. I wouldn’t suggest to Briala that she should get back together with Celene, because honestly their relationship was really fucked up and Celene abused the power imbalance between them. Briala deserves better (like for example me..maybe...but y’know, only if she wants to..)

So I would keep Celene on the throne but hand over all real power to Briala. Celene is a crafty one however, so we’d have to corner her with blackmail and keep a hidden killswitch on hand in case she tries to pull a fast one on us (just like the Voltron kids should be doing with Lotor, which sorry, I know that isn’t related but I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT IT).

27. Would you sacrifice the Chargers? NEVER.

Seriously Fuck the Qun. The Qun actively promotes eugenics with how they selectively “breed” their people. ALSO the Qunari are gaslighted into believing that they will literally go insane if they don’t follow the Qun?!!!?!?!!??!??! FUCK THAT SHIT.

So yeah, I was never keen on the idea of allying with the Qunari, so when Gatt’s like ‘if you sacrifice the dreadnought there will be no alliance’ I’m like ‘I am ok with this.’ Also, of course, I love the Chargers with all my heart and couldn’t bear to lose them.

28. Would you go after Blackwall? Yeah. He should put all his moral posturing to good fucking use and try being an actual hero. I’d make him join the Wardens, cos it’s effectively a death sentence (or an early grave at least ) and I don’t 100% dislike him, so I know he’d be cool with it because he has a giant fucking hard-on for the Wardens (Jesus fuck). 

29. Would you drink from the well? Nnnnnoooooooooo..and it’s because I would fucking die for Morrigan. I wish I could say I have a well considered reason, but I’m just pathetic like that. She could say jump and I’d say ‘I’d rather not, but, counter offer - would you instead like to sit on my face?’ 

30. Where would you go if the Inquisition was disbanded? Minrathous. It’s warmer there (I love Skyhold but fucking hate the cold), and I would involve myself in the inevitable slave uprising - helping out in whatever way I can. Also I’d just be having a fucking great time terrorising the Magisters, rocking up at the Magisterium like ‘LOOKIT ME I’M A RAGING QUNARI HERE TO INVADE, RARRGHH!! oh hey Dorian, what’s up babe how’ve you been????’

31. How do you react to the egg telling you he is an elven god? The five stages of grief:

Denial - lol no ur not, you’re our painty pyjamas nerd! 

Anger - Wait, so it’s YOUR FUCKING FAULT MY FRIENDS AND EVERYONE ELSE DIED AT THE CONCLAVE??!?! I AM GONNA GUT YOU AND STRING YOU UP BY YOUR INTESTINES SO I CAN USE YOUR WEEDY BODY AS A GORE PINATA YOU FUCKING MONSTER 

Bargaining - but you’re a god right? Does that mean you can bring them back? Can you undo all this somehow? You gotta have superpowers or some shit right??!?

Depression - After all we’ve been through...you never even saw us as people, did you? Did you ever think of me as a friend? Or anyone else? How could you be ok with murdering your friends? Solas, please, you don’t have to do this. I know that if we work together we can find a better way. You don’t have to destroy the world to save it.

Acceptance - ..................I fUCKING HATE YOU SOLAS.

[everlark-your-own-adventure]

Mockingjay Manor - Ch 5

Chapter One /// Chapter Two /// Chapter Three /// Chapter Four

Last week found our foursome exploring a creepy attic filled with sinister birds. Thankfully, common sense prevailed in the vote, keeping Katniss and her sweet cinnamon bun Peeta from being separated.

The always incredible @norbertsmom steps away from her posts of adorable puppies and cuddly kittens this week to amp up the spooky for chapter 5. A word of warning, while we’re still comfortably in T territory, this chapter could be a little scary for the sensitive among us. Reader discretion is advised.

As always, you have 48 hours to vote (in the comments or reblogs, NOT in the tags!), until Noon EDT on Thursday, September 28th.

I turn back to Jo, but I can already see that she knows my answer.

Before I can even open my mouth, Jo smirks. “Don’t worry about it, Brainless. You go with Loverboy. I doubt his muscles are as good against an intruder as my switchblade, though.” She stomps over to Finnick and grabs his arm. “Come on, handsome,” she demands as she starts to drag him off into the darkness.

“Hold up, Jo,” Peeta says as he grabs her wrist. She turns and glares at him, but before she can let loose a vulgar response, Peeta continues, “I think we should all stick together as we walk toward the other end of the attic. I just feel better if I have Katniss next to me where I can see her.” He gives Jo that endearing smile that always works on me, the shit.

Jo raises her eyebrows and mumbles, “Good idea.” She releases her hold on Finnick, who rubs his wrist and shakes his head with a smile.

I have to hide my chuckle as we work out our plan of attack. We decide to form a chain with Jo on the end closest to the outer wall, Finnick next to her. He may be good to take on anything or anyone we come across, but without his flashlight app, he’s not much use right now. I’m between Finnick and Peeta, who is closest to the interior wall.

We walk toward the other end of the attic, sweeping our lights back and forth in front of us so we don’t trip on anything. None of us speak; I for one am holding my breath, listening for a clue as to what else may be hiding in this attic.

The sounds of the birds behind us are fading, but the knocking is getting louder the closer we get, and the stench of dirt and stagnant water morphs into the musky stink of wet animal fur. Some other creature besides birds must have taken up refuge in this attic from the storm.

In the distance, my light picks up a shiny rectangular object. I stop and point my phone light directly on it. “Guys,” I whisper. “Do you see that?”

“Looks like a stainless steel work bench,” Peeta replies.

“Yeah, something out of a science class, maybe,” Finnick adds, and he’s right. The closer we get the more we can see. On top of the bench is a microscope surrounded by various other pieces of equipment I have no name for, along with a few large syringes. Above the table is a row of lights with wires hanging limply down the side.

Peeta picks up the wires and shines his light down to the floor. “Looks like someone was using a generator up here,” he says as he points to the square that is a shade darker than the rest of the floor.

We each shine our light around what appears to be a makeshift laboratory complete with a filing cabinet and shelves of glass beakers and test tubes.

“Whoever owns this stuff this is getting evicted right along with their creepy birds,” I say and I realize that it’s finally quiet. “Hey, I don’t hear them anymore.”

“And the knocking has stopped, too,” Peeta adds.

“Thank fuck,” Jo says and I can’t agree more.

Jo starts rifling through the filing cabinet, while Peeta and Finnick go through the drawers under the workbench.

I wander around, not really focusing on anything. My mind is stuck on the question of why would anyone set up a lab in the attic of an abandoned home? Surely not Uncle Haymitch. In his letter he said he closed up the manor and walked away after his first wife died. Someone else then, definitely not Aunt Effie.  The thought of Effie, with her long manicured fingernails and designer dresses wearing a lab coat and working a Bunsen burner makes me chuckle. Certainly her wig would catch fire.

My light catches on a row of what appears to be boxes along the interior wall. Each one is covered by a white sheet. I reach out to pull one back when Jo calls out, “Guys, come have a look at what I found.”

We gather around the filing cabinet as Jo reads from one of the files. “Subject M has been successfully modified. After several avian variations,” Jo looks up from her reading, “I guess we now know where those creepy flying things with hair and teeth came from.” She laughs, then continues, “This is the first genetic modification of a mammal that has survived the gene modification process.”

“What kind of weird shit was your uncle into, Everdeen?” Jo asks.

“This isn’t my uncle’s stuff,” I sputter. “He was a technology guru, not some mad scientist. He didn’t even like birds. He always complained about the geese when we went to the park.”

I turn to Peeta, pleading with my eyes for him to believe me. I don’t care what Jo thinks, but I don’t want him to think I come from a family who would do such things.

Peeta just smiles down at me and hugs me close.

“Don’t worry, Brainless. I’m just messing with you,” Jo says with a laugh. “These reports are signed by a Dr. Coriolanus Snow. Ring any bells?”

“Nope,” I reply, but Finnick cuts me off.

“Coriolanus? His name is Coriol-anus, ha ha. What kind of name is that?” Finnick jokes.

“Very funny, Finnick,” I reply as we all chuckle. Leave it to Finnick to lighten the mood.

“If he was experimenting on animals, I think I know where he keeps his subjects,” I add as I point my light back over to what must be cages under those sheets by the interior wall.

“Holy shit, brainless,” Jo says as we approach the cages. “You think there are some freaky altered animals in these cages?”

“No way to know without pulling the sheets back,” I point out.

I reach out toward the first cage, but Peeta pulls my hand back. “Do you really think that’s a good idea, Katniss?” he asks. “We don’t know what’s under there. Maybe we should wait and call animal control.”

“I don’t hear any noises, so I bet they’re empty,” Finnick adds. “Hey Jo, shine your light this way, will ya?” he asks as he walks past me to pull the first sheet back with a flourish.

We all look inside, and Finnick points out the obvious, “See empty. What’d I tell ya?” He proceeds to pull back the sheets off the next few cages, all of which are also empty.

“Well, something made that loud knocking sound,” Peeta reminds us.

“Must have been a branch on the roof,” Finnick suggests as he pulls off another sheet. He moves onto the next cage but Peeta stops him.

“Finnick, I would move away from the cages. Look,” he says as he points his light into the cage. The door is bent inward, hanging precariously on only one hinge. “Something very big made that kind of damage. What’s that at the bottom of the cage?” He shines the light down on some kind of red substance.

“It looks like a patch of fur that was ripped out of something,” Finnick adds with a slight tremble to his voice.

“Probably one of the mad doctor’s failed experiments,” Jo suggests. “Let’s see what else is in here.”

Finnick slowly reaches for the next sheet, but he pulls his hand back and turns back to face us. “Do you guys hear that?” he asks, his eyes wide.

“What?” Jo snaps. “You whining?” she asks as she points her light in his face.

“Hey,” Finnick complains as he raises his hand to block the light.

That’s when I hear it, a low rumble coming from the last cage left to be uncovered.

“Shhh, I hear something,” I tell them as I take Peeta’s hand. “It sounds like a growl.”

“Maybe we should get out of here,” Peeta suggests. I’m about ready to agree when Jo speaks up.

“Pull the cover off, Finnick. Let’s see what’s making that sound.”

Finnick looks to both Peeta and I, but then leans forward to pull the sheet off the cage before jumping back.

Inside the cage is a snarling wolf-like creature with silky waves of blond fur and glowering green eyes are unmistakably human. Dangling from its collar is a tag with the letter W inlaid with jewels.

“This must be his successful experiment,” Jo suggests as we all start to back away.

As we do, my eyes never leave the wolf-like creatures as it snarls and snaps at us, shaking its cage as it tries to get at us.

“Didn’t that report say it was subject M?” I ask. “That’s subject W, probably for wolf.”

“What do you think the M stands for then?” Jo wonders aloud. We hear an answering knock from just beyond the makeshift laboratory.

Peeta, Jo and I turn our lights in that direction and I feel my blood run cold. There, banging the open door of its cage is a large monkey with orange fur. Its fangs are bared and hackles raised. Its claws are as big as Johanna’s switchblade. It bangs the door of its cage making the same knocking sound we heard earlier.

“I think we somehow stumbled onto the island of Doctor Moreau,” Finnick tries to joke, but it falls flat as we back away from the mutts.

Jo already has her switchblade, but the rest of us each grab something from the laboratory to use as a weapon. Finnick grabs a pronged pole that must have been used to control the animals. He twirls it around like a baton, pointing it menacingly at the monkey creature who hisses back at him. Peeta grabs the microscope. It looks pretty heavy, so it could come in handy if the mutt gets too close. I wish I had thought to bring my bow with me, but I settle on one of the large syringes.

We continue to back away, afraid to take our eyes off the monkey mutt, but we can’t keep going back without looking where we are going. “I’m going to turn around to lead the way back,” I tell the others just as my phone light begins to dim. “Damn, my phone is dead too.”

“Great, now we’re down to two lights,” Jo grumbles.

“Katniss and I will face the way back to the stairs,” Peeta offers.

“Jo and I will keep an eye on Rafiki back there,” Finnick adds.

“Sounds good,” Peeta and I both agree as we lead the way. The toys scattered across the floor come into view, so we are getting close to the birds and the way out. I start to breathe a sigh of relief when a loud bang comes from below. I jump and Peeta tenses beside me as the birds start shrieking and squawking and flapping their wings.

“What was that,” I whisper. Louds steps and the flicker of a flashlight tells us that someone is coming up the stairs.

“Someone’s coming,” Peeta whispers back. “They’ll know we’re up here. I left the door propped open with a chair.”

What should we do, confront the intruder or hide?

[reckling-turtle]

haley do all those spooky asks you reblogged I demand

damn you megan and your adorable convincing ways

I’ll put them under cut (also here’s a link for anyone that wants it)

ghost:  do you think ghosts are just trans dimensional things roaming around in our dimension or actual dead people? Honestly, I think they’re trans-dimensional beings. I believe there are many worlds that parallel our own and one of the worlds can actually be visible. Even if that means its the spiritual world, I still think there is another one out there. That’s why people claim to see angels/ghosts ect. This is also my way of explaining aliens bc honestly those fuckers creep me out. Trans-dimensional all the way. 

boogy man: have you ever felt like you were being stalked or watched?yES. Last year during spring break, a couple of classmates and I went to a beach house for one night. We stayed up late drinking but in the morning we all felt kinda weirded out for some reason. When we all started talking, apparently a couple of girls (including myself) had woken up in the middle of the night and there had been a large shadowed figure looming over them. Freaky right? 

goblin: have you experienced anything paranormal?Aside from the one I just mentioned, my sister sees spirits/ghosts/shadow people and frequently they like to visit my room (at at least linger outside my door for awhile). IDK why, I probably have a very welcoming aura for them or something. But like the story before, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night many times with the feeling of someone’s watching me. I’ve also seen figures a couple of times and that dumb little glowy light thing.

creature: what cryptid do you find most interesting?Fun Fact: I actually grew up really super into cryptozoology (which is the study of hidden animals). I’ve always really loved Bigfoot, growing up in the pacific northwest, I’m a little biased and can find a lot of Bigfoot stuff around here. I also really like Mothman, not bc Tumblr’s made it popular. There was this show on Animal Planet called “Lost Tapes” which was basically Blair Witch but for tons of paranormal/supernatural stuff. Anyway, Mothman was my favorite. Also, this one where there were cave witches?? I can’t remember what they’re called though. 

witch: if you could cast a spell, what spell would you do?Probably a spell of communication, either with other people or with spirits. I think it would be cool and it would give me a lot of insight into what’s actually going on (IN THE TRANS-DIMENSIONAL PLANE)

clown: do you have a favorite scary movie? If so, what is it?I love Monster movies, but I don’t really watch anything super scary. Its very lame, but the original Cloverfield movie, that was the first semi-horror movie I’ve ever seen and I still kinda like it. I’m going to see “A Cure for Wellness” soon so that’ll probably be #1 instead. 

alien: what do you think aliens actually look like?NOPE NOPE NOPE FUCK ALIENS THEY’RE SO FUCKING CREEPY GUYS YOU CAN’T EXPLAIN THEM AWAY. I mean, going with the trans dimensional beings theory, they could look like anything. But fuck no, I’m not dealing with this shit.  

cryptid: do you believe in big foot?  Abso-fucking-lutely

orb: have you ever used a ouija board? If so, anything creepy happen?The one time I ever suggested a oujia board, everyone shot me down (which was probably for the better). Maybe someday...

phobia: do you have any phobias? If so, what are they?Lmao OWLS. I’m terrified of owls thanks to Owlman (another Cryptid). Also dinosaurs, less of a concern there but I can’t watch Jurassic Park. The dark, creepy faces (anything Jeff the Killer-esque) ect. This is also kinda a big one but I’m afraid of dying. Not of the pain or what happens after. I just....I don’t want to not exist. 

death: have you ever come close to death? If so, what happened? You know, if I have, I was probably too dumb to realize it? I know there were instances where if I had left like a minute sooner or later, I probably would have been in an accident. But other than that and a customer who threatened to shoot up my store when I worked at Safeway, I usually play it safe. 

demon: do you believe that demons exist?So, this kinda goes with the trans-dimensional beings thing....again. If there’s a spirit world, there’s probably good spirits and bad spirits. Those bad spirits are the ones that we can see/hear and they cause harm. I think they’re the poltergeists and violent spirits some people see and interact with. I grew up in a very religious home so I was always taught about the existence of demons. This is just my rationalization of them. 

corpse: what do you think happens after we die?This is kinda a tricky question bc on one hand, I do believe in heaven/hell, but on the other, those alternate dimensions bro. I think we do end up in an ultimate place based off life choices, but part of ourselves get stuck somewhere else. That’s why ghosts/spirits take the shape of people who had lived. idk its really confusing and stupid and another reason why I DON’T WANT TO DIE bc I don’t want to find out yet.