#cave juke

[mrs-snape5984]

“I was held in chains but now I’m free…”

“Hey, little train! Wait for me! I once was blind but now I see. Have you left a seat for me? Is that such a stretch of the imagination?” (“O Children” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

I feel obligated to set up a trigger warning on this post, since I’m mentioning thoughts of suicidal ideation in my text. If you’re feeling uncomfortable with this topic, please feel free to ignore the following four paragraphs and skip right to my praise for the incredibly talented artist of this comic strip.

As already mentioned in some of my latest posts, I’ve commissioned some of my favourite artists here on tumblr for a special project of mine: My afterlife project.

I’m suffering from multiple autoimmune disorders, which probably have paved the way for this bitch of a disease, ME/CFS (myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome), two years ago. Sure, my life already wasn’t the easiest before, but since then, it came to a standstill. More and more, I lost my abilities, my social life, my place in the society…and surely even my participation in my own family. My days are mostly spent in bed all day and night, surrounded only by darkness and solitude.

Patients with severe ME/CFS might die earlier than expected, due to multiple organ failure and - yes, I have to admit, that this reason is, indeed, undeniably relatable (and alluring) to me - suicide. With each passing day, that I’m doomed to “live” with these confines of my personal hell… imprisoned within myself without any chance to escape… death appears to be a welcoming friend, who’s only awaiting to pull me into a tight embrace. For me, it’s like it’s written in the following poem (“Joy in Death”) of Emily Dickinson…it will be good news and maybe even a relief…not just for me.

I know, I can’t leave, yet… and that I have to stay as long as endurable - at least for my children’s sake - but… yeah, BUT… but, damn, I’m tired. My personal limits are set… my lines are drawn… my responsibilities are cleared and both of my closest friends are informed about my pathetic little wishes (please, play that goddamn song for me!). I’m prepared. But for now, I have to stay…. to fight a little longer… to be a mom, even though my kids only see me for a few minutes each day… a mere shadow of the mother, they used to know. It’s a fucking shame!

For this particular part of my afterlife project, I’ve commissioned my sweet friend @sleepybradipo, who will always be my first choice to draw my vision of the young Severus in his own uniquely tender art style, which I’m so weak for.

In my imagination, I will be able to choose, how my eternal life will look like. Finally, I’ll be with Severus! We’ll meet at the age of 11 years and eventually spend the rest of our lives side by side...growing old together. Severus and Jukes will finally get the life, they’ve always deserved to have. I’ve started to show sections of this existence by Severus’ side in some of my other posts, which belong to this project. It may sound strange and pathetic (obviously), but this is all, that I'm wishing for. I want to come home to him.

For this artwork, I asked @sleepybradipo to make the process of “renewing” visible…almost like some kind of resurrection! Jules is stripping off her old, exhausted self, only to be 11 years old again…happily running towards the 11 years old Severus, who’s waiting for her.

Ivano, at first, I felt guilty for my request for this commission. I’m constantly afraid of becoming a burden to others with my ridiculously morbid thoughts and ideas. But you, my dear friend, made me feel seen with your kindness and compassion. Your understanding of my fantasy and the way, you’ve realised it in this mesmerising piece of art, are absolutely breathtaking! I don’t know, how I could possibly show enough gratitude to express, what your art is doing to my black little heart. It’s like a bandage…a soothing balm… a comforting embrace. Thank you for everything, Ivano.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

PS: I have to apologise for my repetive use of terms in my writing this time. The lack of coherence might be caused by my current “crashing” condition and a weird cocktail of different medications. I’ll try better next time, but it was important for me, to show this heart-wrenching composition of art as soon as possible. Your work needs to be seen, Ivano!

[mayonnaise2004]

The Lost Boys + Chaotic child

We love father figure vampires

Note: Once I finished writing this, My niece Sammie was born!! :D

Probably found you on the boardwalk, ALONE???

“Hey uhm… where are your parents?” “To be honest, I have no clue.”

He knew you would fit right in when you were grinning ear to ear as a train passed through the shaky bridge.

Not worried about you in slightest.

You wanna go out alone? All right. Wanna go to the frog brothers shop? Make sure to piss them off.

Usually sits back and watches as you cause chaos on the boardwalk.

He knows people like you in Santa Carla usually are left alone.

Chuckles at the fact Santa Carla would be fucked If you ever turned.

If he gets tired of you (which usually happens) he’ll leave you with Marko or Paul for the night.

The infamous quote “if you have so much energy, why don’t you go run to the cave and back?”

Getting a lot of smacks to the head

May or May not have left you on the boardwalk a few times because you pissed him off (star was ANGRY)

He found you hanging around with Laddie one night, He tried to get you back to your parents but.. the boys had already fed on them.

Definitely the type of guy to scream at you in German if you get laddie into a Sugar high

He loves you to death though.

Slips melatonin into your candy if your being a bit too wacky on the boardwalk

When he heard David say you were chaotic, He thought he’d be used to it (Hence Marko and Paul) , but oh no.

He’s definitely used to energetic behaviour, But he has snapped at you once or twice.

Has absolutely forbidden you from going anywhere near Marko and Paul whenever your out of hand.

Has definitely persuaded you from lighting the boardwalk up. Multiple times.

He found you hanging around a juke box playing ‘Twisted sister.’

He automatically took you under his patched leather wing.

“YO PAUL, THEY LIKE TWISTED SISTER!”

Loves the fact your his mini me

Causing chaos on the boardwalk every night (Which leads to you two getting kicked off.)

Scaring innocent pedestrians

Giggles like a idiot if you make David snap.

Saying “Sei il mio bambino caotico e ti amo.” While ruffling your hair.

Dancing like idiots during the saxophone man concerts

Found you wandering around the boardwalk. He just liked your shoes 😭

“Stop offering weed to me. Im like, twelve”

Bonding while mocking angry beach n@zis

Randomly ruffling your hair

Smirking as a security guard lectures him about his ‘Sibling.’

- “Umm, this isn’t my sibling, This is my fucking child.”

Acting like maniacs on the boardwalk.

Snatching laddie and running off (While Dwayne screams.)

Giving you energy drinks and watching in fascination as your pupils shake violently. (Paul.. no..)

[weweawarawdwqamkklml]

beat raveyard twice! it was a really fun! duoed with a friend and somehow she died instantly 10/10

ost is always a banger, animations and soundeffects were really good, and the environments were chefs kiss!

spoilers on the new guys down the cut 👍 its just me yapping about the update

i really loved the skeleton bouncer guy- props to their voice actor!! they did such a good job 🙌🙌🙌 seeing him teleport mid chase infront of me was a bit jarring and kinda funny though. i assume that’s a bug since it just came out so i dont mind

the moment i saw the skelepede emerge out of the water… i actually let a ‘HOOOLYYY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?.?’ and panicked really hard not knowing how to juke it. S tier i like them a lot ALSO THE MUSIC IN THIS SECTION SPECIFICALLY GOES SOOO HARD OMMGG

the way my heart sunk when we had to pass through the deep underground cave area then i hear the stone clanking?? my friend and i were genuinely quacking we died instantly after flashing one of them too long 😿

we probably played a good 8 ish playthroughs? and then i finished two in a row after realizing that you could literally walk through the whole thing no sweat- the candlebearer part always tripped me over, but after realizing they were just the bouncer that you could stun? piece of cake 👏

I think the whole update was really fun! Yeah it becomes a flashy walking simulator especially if you’re used to the main game, but then for my friend who has barely played pressure- she found it really scary and enjoyed it nonetheless!

I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW GOOD THE ART IS. ITS ALWAYS GOOD I LVOE IT SO MUCH OMGMSDKMTKSETNKAEKMFNAEJFKNAF

i will now proceed to force all my friends to experience the raveyard at least once.

(by the way, don’t forget to dance with the skeletons at spectrum’s bar. its H for pc)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is Marion Castle, also known as Terre Bonne, that was built in 1914 in Stamford, Connecticut. It has 9bd. 8ba. and is listed for $4M. 

The vast entrance hall. 

Leads to this great room with a magnificent balcony, intricately beamed ceilings, and glorious huge fireplace.

Have you ever seen anything like this? It’s huge banquet hall.

There are many parlors and sitting rooms. This can accommodate many guests.

This sunny sitting room has door to a outdoor patio.

Lovely professional kitchen.

Plus a pantry with beautiful cabinetry.

The powder room is quite spacious. 

This the regular dining room, apart from the gigantic banquet room.

And, here’s a cozy family room.

There are 3 levels of stairs with beautifully scrolled wrought iron rails. There’s also an elevator that goes up all 3 floors.

The rec room or man cave, is just stunning- look at the painting over the fire, the ceiling, wood paneling and juke box.

Large main bd. has room for a sitting area, plus a door to the terrace.

The secondary bedrooms are also bright and spacious.

I do love a vintage bath. Isn’t this marvelous? 

Every bedroom is light, airy, and large.

On the highest level. All of the windows have leaded glass and some stained glass detailing.

Here is another comfortable family room.

And, quite an inclusive home gym in the basement.

The property is 1.11 acres of beautifully manicured lawn and gardens with a beautiful view of Stamford Harbor.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/0-Ocean-Dr-W-Stamford-CT-06902/2071585707_zpid/

[dailydoseofdeadly]

Prairie Rattlesnake

Name: Prairie Rattlesnake 

Species: Crotalus Viridis 

Class: 

Size: 35 - 45 inches in length and can grow up to 5 feet long

Habitat: Great Plains of the United States

Fatalities: Most of 7,000 recorded snake bites in America, fewer than 5 people die each year 

Conservation Status: Least Concern

Cowboy Carter, get ready to strike a match and light up this juke joint!

As one of the most infamous snakes that prowls North America, being printed on everything from Levii’s Jeans to cowboy boots and sunglasses, rattlesnakes play a huge role in western, southern, and Native American culture. These rattlers are native to the Great Plains of the United States (Montana, the Dakotas, Texas, Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma) and stretches into parts of Canada and Mexico. Lurking prairies (hence the name), grasslands, brushes, and caves, the prairie rattlesnake is an ambush hunter. Sneaking up on mice, birds, and other rodents, humans don’t seem to be on the menu for this cowboy killer. Slithering along the banks of streams and forests, the prairie rattlesnake, typically tan and greenish brown in color, has an iconic head shape: a spade. 

A huge part of the folklore, rhymes, and stories woven into American history and the brand of the Wild West, rattlesnakes have sunk their fangs deep into cultures and traditions for centuries. One tradition involves weather-forecasting in Texas; if you flip a dead rattlesnake and it lands with it back up, rain is coming soon. However, if it lands with its belly up, that means drought continues. I’m not sure how accurate this is, but it’s probably more accurate than the apple weather app. In addition to weather-telling, the rattlesnake supposedly also has medicinal properties as told through works in literature. If you had tuberculosis, you were supposed to cut off the head of a rattlesnake, put it in a bottle of rum, and drink it. If you had rheumatoid arthritis, you were supposed to wear a belt of rattlesnake skin. A Native American legend is about a Native American who trained a group of rattlesnakes to play as instruments in a song with him. 

However, don’t be fooled by its popularity; it can still pack a punch with a single bite. The prairie rattlesnake’s venom contains both hemotoxins and neurotoxins to create a potent cocktail of debilitating effects for anyone who’s unlucky enough to cross paths with a prairie rattlesnake, but even more unluckier to get bit. Rattlesnake venom can cause myonecrosis, or localized muscle death, which occurs when enough blood cannot reach the muscle. Necrosis starts spreading rapidly throughout the body from the bite site. Another effect of the venom is coagulopathy, or the body’s inability to clot blood. Excessive bleeding occurs. However, most rattlesnake bites are not directly from the venom’s hemotoxic and neurotoxic effects; they’re due to severe anaphylactic shock or inability to get access to proper anti-venom and care. Severe anaphylactic shock is when the body has a severe allergic reaction, causing blood pressure drops and difficulties breathing. Getting a severe allergic reaction to rattlesnake venom is very rare, but it’s a risk for people who have previously gotten bit by one. 

Let's say that that snake does rattle you with its venom, do not do any of these things. Rattlesnake venom is very fast acting, and any delay to get medical help could cost you an arm or leg (literally and figuratively, rattlesnake antivenom in the United States is expensive :( ). Do not put ice on the bite, do not try to suck the venom out of it, do not tie off the wound or use a tourniquet. If you get bit, seek medical help immediately. 

While no one wants to wear denim on a hike, that pair of Levii’s jeans could significantly reduce the amount of venom penetrated through the material into your body. 

[relaxxattack]

IM NOT JUKING I WATCHED A PLAYTHROUGH AND HE DEADASS SAYS YEARS ON ACT ONE WHEN THEY GET TO THAT CAVE OR WHATEVER I DID A DOUBLE TAKE AND WENT BACK AND IT WAS REAL☠️☠️ THEY DIDNT EVEN TRY

HELP.

[thedeathdeelers]

Your brand: Juke, weekday service announcements, and exposing your mutuals to k-drama via live commenting until they cave and join in watching. 😁

HELL YE. and this is me holding myself BACK. i’ve watched so many kdramas but i limit myself to spamming friends in DMs instead

might just start doing it here and create havoc. for the lols, yknow? (on a serious note there are so many seriously good kdramas out there istg)

but yes 😌 juke and days of the week 😌 if not that, then who am i

[makesitprecious]

It hit me when Em asked "what really happened?" And he immediately deflected to saying brightly "oh you haven't seen the SNL sketch?" An SNL sketch mention felt like a rock dropping in my stomach. He could have been completely honest - no cameras were on, it was just the three of them in his Not Coping In A Healthy Way memorabilia cave, he could have said to these people he's already swindling the honest truth: "it was really fucked up. I saw all my coworkers die. I thought this animal was my friend and it ripped my first crush's face off. Additionally, I blame myself for the chimp's death because the first bump - our friendship - distracted him long enough for the sniper to take the shot."

I remember being horrified when SNL did a "COVID bacteria doesn't have a Christmas party date" sketch and they dressed up an actor with a headpiece that looks like the known scientific bacterial drawing. The social distancing or commentary on people buying toilet paper skits before this had been funny I'll admit I laughed, but this felt too far. People were still dying in the thousands of this disease every day when they did this "poor COVID is dateless :(" sketch. At that time in some countries they had to line deceased bodies in sports stadiums because they couldn't be buried fast enough. The united nations workers were having mental breakdowns because they're accustomed to war and natural disasters like hurricane or earthquake aftermath, but not this sheer level of death and grieving without a cure.

SNL's skit didn't feel like "coping with trauma" like London Bridges or Ring Around The Rosy or the witty test posts here. Covid skit was immediately what I thought of when Juke talked about the chimp skit in a creepy parallel to his past then petered off when he started getting PTSD just from talking about it. Also wtf Mad Magazine for that cover

i think the moment i really Got what nope was trying to say was when jupe was talking about the gordy’s home snl sketch and it cut to a flashback of him as a kid, terrified and bloody after a horrible trauma - and then cut right back to him gushing about the performance of the actors that turned that trauma into entertainment

[moaninmoonen]

Ren - Su!cIde (Official Music Video)

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Wasnt sure about this song at first but it grew on me once I realized the story. This is copied and pasted from Rens pinned comment on this video...

Ren: Today I want to write something beautiful and eloquent but I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the past 10 minutes blankly. So I’ll just write. Today, the 1st of June is my friend Joe’s birthday.

I first met Joe when I was 8 years old, my friend Josh said I had to meet this guy, so we both walked over to his, it took about 10 minutes from my house. I was greeted by this kid covered head to toe in freckles, he grinned at us, climbed onto the back of his sofa and screamed “Swanton Bomb!” then front flipped off the top and landed right onto his back on a stone floor. He lay still for a moment, twitched a few times, then got up, grinned at us, brushed himself off, and did it again.

This was Joe. He’d do anything to make people laugh. He ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was there when we stole our first cigarettes out of his mums pack, way too young. He was there when I had my first kiss, with a girl twice my size on the back of the 42 bus. He was there when I first got so drunk I threw up in the woods after drinking as much white lightning Cider as we could. I was there when he did his first backflip on skates, and saw him do a 720 off of the pier cave, that moment became legendary.

Joe was the funny one in our friend group, he’d make us laugh till it hurt. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was impossible not to like him. Usually we put celebrities, athletes and actors on pedestals, turn them into role models and admire them from a far. The person I admired was Joe.

Him and Sagar knew every word to the songs id write, we’d get drunk at parties and they’d be singing along as loud as they could. It gave me a lot of confidence back then.

On Christmas Eve 2010 I was sitting in a pub with Joe, he’d been feeling low after a couple of consecutive break ups. He tried to check himself into a mental health outpatient facility a few weeks earlier but they turned him away because he didn’t have an appointment. He turned to me and said that sometimes he wished he could just walk into the sea and keep walking. He said it in a kind of half joking throw away comment type of way, then took a sip of his drink, walked over to the juke box and put Dig by Incubus on. If I knew that was the last time I’d see Joe id have hugged him, told him how much I loved him, how much I looked up to him, how much we all loved him, and I wouldn’t have left that pub. I didn’t know that, so I finished my drink, said happy Christmas and left.

Two nights after Christmas I got woken up by a phone call at 3am, it was my friend Ella. She told me Joe was on the Menai Bridge, a large suspension bridge connecting the main land to the isle of Anglesey where we lived. He’d been on the phone to her in tears saying goodbye. He told her to tell everyone he loved them. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could and started running toward the bridge. It was up a hill. I lived about a ten minute walk away, I could run it in five. As I ran I started dialling then redialing his number. The line was busy, which was a good sign, it meant he was still on the phone to someone. As I got about halfway, the busy tone changed. It told me the line was out of service. I got a sinking feeling and picked up my speed. I arrived to the bridge minutes after I left my house. It was deafeningly quiet. I was the first person to arrive. I got there probably about 2 minutes too late.

Joe’s body was never found.

Initially we refused to believe he was gone. The coastguard came out that night, with boats, and helicopters. Me and my friends spent the next 10 days putting up missing posters everywhere we could, walking up and down beaches with flashlights, getting about 3 hours sleep a night. When you’re walking up and down a beach with a torch when its dark everything looks like a body. We still haven’t found Joe.

As his birthday came around, I wrote a song, freckled angels, a song I dedicated to Joe which I sang in front of his friends and family. A charity football match was put on for him, raising money for the RNLI where I won two bottles of wine in a raffle, I drank them both as quickly as I could, naturally, turned to my friend and probably slurred something along the lines of “This is the last time I ever drink” That was 12 years ago, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since. My first ever album I named Freckled Angels in tribute of one of the best people I ever knew.

Skip forward some years. I’d been sitting on this song I wrote a few years ago. It always felt a little incomplete. It was going to be my next release, but I was dreading it because of this feeling of incompletion. I decided, very last minute, to do something about it. I sat by my piano, and the rest of the song fell out of me. I hadn’t thought about Joe in a little while, and the song initially wasn’t going to be about him, but the words all fell out of me. I wrote and recorded a whole 2 minutes extra, recording each part as I wrote it. Tears spewing out of my eyes pretty much the whole time, and decided not to do my usual thing of perfecting each line, I just recorded every line as it came.

During this campaign I will be raising money for the RNLI, the group of brave men and women who spent hours tirelessly looking for Joe after the night he went missing. I'll also be donating 50% of the profit on all copies of the 'Freckled Angels' album directly to Joes family as a nice surprise gift. I will include links to the RNLI donation page below where 100% of the money will go to support them, I will be travelling to the UK later this month to make a music video, and have carved out a couple of days where I will travel to my home town on the isle of Anglesey to present the royal national lifeboat institution with a cheque of all the money raised.

[cats-thoughts]

kissing you. ohmygosh. im so glad u like ittttt. also it wasnt mentioned but i imagine casper to be the shortest of the four and juke the second shortest. theyre tiny little guys. also yeah casper is just a feral little creature i love them

:D kisses me? Kisses you! /ref

I loved it sososo much i lived thru mobile tumblr 4 it and it was Worth it my screen cannot keep up with my typing speed godbless /silly

THEY R JUST.... LITTOL CREATURES.... OUGH

sososo feral i love it so much

au where casper is so feral it just straight up digs out of the living cave /j

[ultimatecowbell]

ultimate cowbell update: #4204 - #4247

The latest update to the #UCDb has been posted:

http://ultimatecowbell.com/songs.php?display=freshest

4204 PJ Harvey - “The Community of Hope” 4205 Confidence Man - “Bubblegum” 4206 Metallica - “Loverman” [Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds] 4207 Aston Merrygold - “Get Stupid” 4208 Clutch - “Outland Special Clearance” 4209 Clutch - “We Need Some Money” [Chuck Brown & The Soul Searchers] 4210 Jack White - “Corporation” 4211 “Weird Al" Yankovic - “She Never Told Me She Was a Mime” 4212 Ted Leo - “Used to Believe” 4213 Ted Leo - “Run to the City” 4214 LCD Soundsystem - “Other Voices” 4215 LCD Soundsystem - “I Used To” 4216 LCD Soundsystem - “Tonite” 4217 Doom Side of the Moon - “Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Live)” [Pink Floyd] 4218 Earl Juke - “I Got Music” 4219 Dan Auerbach - “Waiting on a Song” 4220 Dan Auerbach - “Malibu Man” 4221 Dan Auerbach - “Cherrybomb” 4222 Crosby, Stills & Nash - “Into the Darkness” 4223 Ladyhawke - “My Delirium” 4224 A Flock of Seagulls - “Remember David” 4225 The Human League - “Money” 4226 Hardage featuring Peter Gabriel & Electrokingdom - “Big Time” [Peter Gabriel] 4227 The Motels - “Shock” 4228 Bitter:Sweet - “Salty Air (Fort Knox Five Remix)” 4229 Modern English - “Life in the Gladhouse” 4230 Bryan Ferry - “Kiss and Tell” 4231 Grace Jones - “My Jamaican Guy” 4232 Saint Etienne - “Railway Jam” 4233 Haircut One Hundred - “Lemon Firebrigade” 4234 Heaven 17 - “Soul Warfare” 4235 Big Audio Dynamite - “Union, Jack” 4236 Rae & Christian - “The Bacalau” 4237 The Beloved - “Hello” 4238 Imagine Dragons - “Whatever It Takes” 4239 LEN - “If You Want It (You Gotta Go Get It)” 4240 Jimmy Cliff - “The Guns of Brixton” [The Clash] 4241 Divinyls - “I Touch Myself” 4242 Tavares - “Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel” 4243 Jo Jo Zep and the Falcons - “So Young” 4244 Jon Stevens - “What Makes You Happy” 4245 Daryl Hall & John Oates - “Method of Modern Love” 4246 Chromeo - “Sexy Socialite” 4247 YACHT - “I Walked Alone”

[thesarahshay]

Oh hot diggity damn -- my time has come! Strap in, because I have a whole Google Doc about this*.

Dorothy Sayers LOVED reusing names. Lots of authors do, but I have never encountered someone who did it as often as Sayers, and the four (4) Gotobeds are not even the most egregious example.

[Possible spoilers below, caveat emptor]

Both Whose Body and The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club have a housekeeper/landlady named Mrs. Munns. Only five years apart!

The surname "Jukes" is used in THREE different stories (Gaudy Night, "The Adventurous Exploit of the Cave of Ali Baba," and "Sleuths on the Scent").

If you've ever met someone named "Vavasour" in your life I'll give you a shilling, but there are two characters with that name in Sayers' novels (Murder Must Advertise and Have His Carcase).

The name "Miss Twitterton" is used twice (Busman's Honeymoon and "The Unsolved Puzzle of the Man with No Face"), plus there's a "Miss Titterton" in Strong Poison and a town called "Twittleton" in a Monty Egg story ("A Shot at Goal").

In the short story collection In the Teeth of the Evidence, there are two stories IN A ROW that contain a character named "Mr. Harcourt" ("Absolutely Elsewhere" and "A Shot at Goal").

But the number one, most egregious, with-a-bullet reuse of a name is Haviland Martin. In Have His Carcase, you'll remember the mysterious and elusive camper of that name -- but you may not know that the short story "The Undignified Melodrama of the Bone of Contention" (published just four years earlier) contains two brothers named Haviland and Martin.

*I am fun at parties.

Names that really aren't common enough for an author to use twice for unrelated characters:

Jabez (Doyle, in 'The Red-Headed League' and 'The Three Students')

Gotobed (Sayers, in 'Unnatural Death' and 'The Nine Tailors')

[jjinxposts]

Longer than any other pill by Jinx Jinx Via Flickr: I Feel Everything - Cara Delevinge If your partner gonna fall out on ya... put them on a pose ball first. js :P Currently @ TMD July Round Poses: Outlaw 5 by Animosity Sport Hoodie by Curently @ Man Cave July Round ANGURIA! Gacha Set by ..::Thor::.. (plus the MiniJuke Shuffle from Thor's Live Love Eat Gacha Set)

[creativepromptsforwriting]

September Prompts 🌻

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

coffee smell

horizon

foggy mornings

juke box

lighthouse

bonfire

recipe book

windmill

gas station

wildflowers

bookmark

cave explorations

rosebushes

pine cones

nightlight

rocking chair

hitchhiking

lemon tree

vintage dress

bike ride

art museum

ghost town

blackberries

harvest moon

picture frames

dreamers

flower garland

ring bearer

color change

nightgown

[cipheramnesia]

The rocky dirt was loose and cold against her feet. Her soles were hard, she'd seen miles enough to callous them against sharp stones and the gnarled roots clinging to life on the mountain's side. She was familiar with the cold and didn't like it, pulling her shredded clothes tighter with one hand, lugging the case of a hundred system quality diamonds in the other. Over her growling stomach, she still found the time to miss her boots. They'd been pretty nice.

It was a risk going up. Sonny Palmer and his muscle were still crashing through branches miles below, but she'd be visible above the tree line for a bit. If they bothered to look. "Hey little wolf girl, no use running, we're gonna find you." That sounded like Wayne (no last name given), stretching out his vowles like a shy virgin. Idiot. She figured the case would get her on a line out of this shitty town back to what passed for civilization.

Roof over her head for awhile, shower, hot food, and maybe a ticket off the whole stupid planet. The sky above was green streaked with the weirdly translucent blue stripes it got before a sleet, and she hoped to get a chance to duck into a cave first. Not so far the place turned into a maze, nice place to hide if you knew it, and she'd memorized a bunch when she was ten. "Shouldn't have ever come back here," she snarled through her teeth. Wind blew her hair over her face and she spat it out of her mouth.

"You can't hide, mutt." That would be Sonny then. "Tanner's dead, you tore his throat clean out." That wasn't true. It has been very messy, and her stomach growled again remembering the taste of meat and blood. If she'd just taken a few more pounds of flesh, she would've had the calories to take the lot of em down. Instead she ran, as usual, now she was stumbling along on her weak and skinny human legs with three angry killers out for return on investment.

She swiped her hair and pressed onward, ignoring the taunts from below. This had seemed like easy money, fake trade off, bogus lunablockers for system diamonds. But one of em found her juvie records, and here she was. The caves were pretty close, and she wasn't worried yet. If they'd seen her, they would have started shooting.

Shards of rock and dirt clods kicked up around her feet, followed by gunshots echoing off the clouds and she scampered, juked side to side angling to reach the nearest semblance of cover first and think second. She tripped and fell. And fell. And fell, through dead roots and what she mistook for a dip, careening against sharp edges and flat slabs. It wasn't so different from the beatings she'd got in her teens, and she curled up as best she could til the pit bottom sauntered up and punched her ribs and back harder than she'd ever been hit.

Taking a beating, she'd learned the thing you don't want to do is pass out. She saw black and red under the bottom of her eyes and went deaf for a few seconds but didn't pass out, held onto the case. She lay on cold wet stone in the dark for a while and thought of how nice it felt and the pizza she was going to order on the linecar which made her stomach angry again, so she unrolled the disposable phone from her wrist and used the screen to look around.

The cavern was long and low, scabbers scuttled out of sight, a few stray roots but not much light hung though the hole she'd found, and the slab below her looked like nothing else she'd ever seen. It went on as far as her screen light could see, traced with panels and huge vaguely oval outlines networked in roots or veins. In places it looked like the surface was made of curled up dead spiders, elsewhere it reminded her of expensive office buildings.

Ten feet away, a bar of light grew brighter and became an opening. From inside she heard, "Please do not throw more humans at me." She lunged, tumbling into dry cold light and piles of dust. "Please excuse the mess. Hello. Thank you. Good day, it is nice to meet you."

She blinked away the bright lights and tried breathing a little bit. Not bad. She wondered what the fuck was going on. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked. The corridor was immense and the lights were harsh, and it made her feel as if a train was going to come along and run her over any second.

"I'm sure I do not know," replied the voice, from nowhere. "I was hoping you might tell me."

"Why, I mean. What, I guess." She stood up, metal grating ran along the corridor edges, and it was all very cold and somehow worse than dirt.

"I have been buried here for quite some time, you see."

Sorry everyone I was thinking about the lonely werewolf tgirl and her friend the sentient intergalactic magic warship again. 🥺

[thedeathdeelers]

no but like do you know how huge it is that julie fully daydreamed about luke and being in his arms while actually being in the arms of the boy she’s had a crush on for years???? the very real physical alive human who is obviously now into her?

like. luke might be the one to refer to julie as a wrecking ball but he friggin’ bulldozed his way into her life and her heart she is so gone for him ugh