#i am so unsettled

[ayamari-no-goshi]

I’m watching a crime documentary, and one of the 2 people who were sentenced for the crime looks near identical to a person I’ve encountered that resulted in me calling adult protective services earlier this year.

I am so unsettled I had to double check the person in the documentary is still in jail. They thankfully are. It’s just a super weird doppelgänger situation.

It’s even weirder than the time I had a crime documentary on in the background when I was still living at my parents’, and my mother came in the room and was like, “wait? Is that so and so?” And it was.

There was someone I used to dance with who had a relative that had circumstances resulting in his story getting told on a crime series. I hadn’t heard anything about it, but the person’s mom had briefly mentioned it to the other mothers.

[badger-bear]

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[laufeysons-edits]

the last of us triggers my trypophobia SO BADDDD

[ashleyloob]

this can't just be me but do you ever hear a YouTubers voice and immediately click off because you just can't stand how they sound and don't know why. even if the content itself is fine

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

ANTAGONIST FIDDLEFORD❗️⁉️❗️❗️💥💥💥 FUCK SHIT UP BABYGIRL, I BELIEVE WOMEN'S RIGHTS AND WRONGS <33

30 years ago, during Ford and Bill's fallout; instead of threatening to steal Ford's eyeballs, Bill just goes ahead and steals Fiddleford's! Which then further leads to Fiddleford parting ways with Ford as his research assistant.

In my perfect world, where my AU is a 40-episode fully animated show; this episode would reveal the seemingly unsuspecting Old Man Mcgucket as the leader of a powerful secret cult of memory erasure. Mcgucket, believing Ford to still be under the influence of "the demon that stares," kidnaps him and attempts to "exorcise"/erase the so-called demon out of Ford's brain.

However, with the metal plate bolted into Ford's skull not only keeping out demons such as Bill, but also keeping them in; Bill is forced to instead take over Ford's body with nowhere else to go. Together with the twins who've come to rescue their Grunkle Ford, they frantically run from a hoard of cultists and their terrifying leader.

The twins discover that their Grunkle Ford's past goes much deeper than they had originally anticipated, and that their Uncle Bill isn't who they think he is....

[obsob]

despite, despite, despite!!

[evilresidentz]

P4 scares me if I think too hard abt it (always thinks too hard about it)

[avelera]

Ho-ly shit, someone on Reddit just pointed out why in Arcane 2.05 Jayce was right and there's something very wrong with Salo and the other cultists.

Salo isn't breathing.

You can see Jayce's breath in the scene at the Hexgate base because it's so cold, but not Salo's, oh my god I just got a full-body shudder, I knew there was something off about those creepy as fuck cultists....

[millionsknives]

bait / hook / line / sinker

[detshin]

Me drawing Shinichi: He's just a lil guy. Cute, babie. 🥹💖💖💖🩷💝😍🥰🩷💝✨🌸

Also me drawing Shinichi: what if he's just 👹☠️💀⚠️🚩🚩????

[janetcage]

I’m titling this, Syzoth and Ashrah go to Walmart. Now accept the shenaniganary.

[getyinyusedtoit]

one of my favorite aspects of xie lian is him just doing things™ that are unsettling to others because they're not tuned in to his reasoning.

[natsmagi]

why doesnt the big natsume just eat the little natsume

[moe-broey]

Close ups on the pocket details!!! I'm SUPER happy w how the top pockets look 😳😳😳

I think the variety of pride pins with the moral panic button/Mr Faggot beadwork just. Really sells it. Shadow the Hedgehog voice Pee Your Pants. If you're going to be a shithead about me I'm going to be really annoying and do a bit about it. Plus the little golden angel pin... ALSO really pulls the whole thing together. "God help you" Right in front of my guardian angel? Really? 😒And how could I not make mention of. The Skull. I love you The Skull. It's a button (not sewn on yet, pinned) that I filled the details in w nail polish. Oh yeah! Besides the bottle cap pins (acrylics sealed with mod podge and a prayer), the biggest addition there is the chain lining the pocket flap! I think it looks SO SLICK

The pansy was gonna go on the queer side, but then I got the boutonniere idea! And I think it looks nice! Kinda adds to the asymmetry of the floral print/plaid blocking. And... of course.... I have... my friends...... 🥺 Biggest additions here are the glow-star pentagram pin, soda tabs and the heart locket!

I don't really have many new additions to the bottom pockets. Not yet! The only thing I did was stitch one side of the handcuff chain, and rearrange the pins holding up the other side. The cuffs/scorpion was just an impulse addition before going to a concert. But I do like it! And it looks even better now! Meanwhile, that other pocket, I actually have no idea what I'll do. Sakura is just there cause she matches really well, esp w the angel pin actually!

[softmangoes]

among the sunflowers

18+ only | inspired by the cloudy town cult au by @lichilly

as you walk through the field, it almost feels as if the flowers part for him. they rustle in the wind so tall, full, and golden as they whisper their devotion to the sun beaming from above.

you can smell smoke in the distance, like charred corn and smoldering charcoal. there's laughter. the crackling of a great fire.

"you came at a good time," the strange man says as he leads you deeper in the labyrinth of blooms. "our summer feast is one of our most sacred of celebrations."

jack, he said his name was. just a few days ago, he offered to take you and your friends in after your van had broken down. you had offered him cash, but all he wanted was company in return. you'd enjoy the feasts, tour the town, maybe help with the harvest if you were able.

it was a good deal. almost too good to be true.

you follow him through the field, a basket of flowers slung in your arm. earlier, you had woven wreaths for the children of the town, taking joy in the way they delicately prodded at the blooms resting atop their heads.

before you packed up to join your friends, jack himself had asked for one.

"if you don't mind," he said, almost sheepish.

"i'll make it special," you replied, twisting the stems of the freshly picked sunflowers into a soft circle.

"just like you?" there was an air of amusement in his voice, light and sweet. he took a seat beside you on the hill overlooking the children as they played. "i'm a lucky man."

you looked away, trying to hide the blush that warmed your cheeks.

he had been nothing but kind to you, after all. always so doting as he made sure that you were fed, clothed, and comfortable. if the repairs to your van weren't almost done, you probably would have considered staying just a little longer.

when you finished, his eyes widened at the crown of red blooms.

"for my savior," you said, presenting the wreath to him. "how could i ever repay you?"

although you had said it with mock fealty, jack lowered his head solemnly. you placed the crown, so brilliant and full, so that it rested perfectly amongst cerulean curls that were as vivid as the sky above you.

"payment isn't necessary," he said as he looked up, eyes warm with delight. "when being beside you is already such a gift."

you took that moment to stand up faster than you wanted to, proclaiming that you were going to look for your friends. his laugh was bright and hearty as he helped you retrieve the fallen flowers.

now, he was leading you deeper into the field. there was a forest full of effigies celebrating the rise of the sun, he said. there were many things in this town you would find beautiful.

"we weave flowers into the bundled hay," he says, adjusting his crown. "i'm sure it's something you would also appreciate. maybe you could even contribute."

he tells you that some of the townsfolk had already taken your friends there, excited to join the summer festivities.

"already?" you say, surprised considering all they've wanted to do is leave. "but—"

a scream cuts through the quiet. it's blood curdling. pained. familiar.

you take his arm, fingers creasing the soft linen sleeve. "what's going on?"

the man, eyes golden in the sunlight, merely turns and smiles at you. it is a warm smile. a beautiful smile.

despite your fear, you find yourself returning it.

"that," he says, his fingers gently curling over your own. in the light of the waning afternoon, the flowers atop his head are a brilliant scarlet. like sunset. like fresh blood. "is the sound of a new dawn."

[spineless-lobster]

The fucking dichotomy between ofmd being radio silent for over A YEAR and now suddenly we’re being fed like kings while bbc ghosts was nurturing me during The Drought™ and is now DEAD SILENT during its (usual) release month is driving me insane

Like it’s “waaaaa where’s ghosts???” to “FUCK YEAH MORE OFMD COMING SOON!!!” to “I’m going to send so many strongly worded emails to the bbc” to “YEAH OFMD IS COMING OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!” to “Please… I just need A CRUMB of info about my funny dead people :(“

It’s all very exhausting tbh