#i don't wanna disturb anyone!! i feel like i am just destroying anything and anyone in my surroundings and its true!

[greywooden]

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[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/30/2023: TALK TO ME (2022)

When I was 9 or 10 years old, I went to a slumber party with a lot of other girls who started a game of choking each other for the rush. I didn't participate, but watched in fascination as they took turns making each other pass out for several hours. Early on, it devolved into a lot of girls faking it so they could then pretend to say outrageous things "in their sleep", so this wasn't as extreme a scenario as it may sound. However, there's something deeply perverse about it, at least relative to the (bullshit, often harmful) "innocence" society projects onto children, and I wasn't sure if I should even write this all down. I had a feeling that probably lots of little kids have done this, but I couldn't be sure. I tried looking it up on the internet, and found a pretty upsetting article about it from just a few years ago. So, I suppose it's probably pretty common, and has been so, though it's not always the casual thing I remember from childhood. I thought about this for the first time in decades when I recently saw TALK TO ME, a strange and original Australian horror movie that I'm really sorry I missed in theaters.

Mia (Sophie Wilde), an alienated teenager struggling with her mother's suicide and her father's subsequent withdrawal from her, finds a bizarre form of comfort in a disturbing game she learns at a house party. Local delinquents have somehow procured an embalmed, severed hand that causes anyone who holds it to become possessed by ghosts. This is safe when done for short periods of time, beyond which there lie untold perils. Inevitably, Mia breaks the rules in order to reunite with her late mother--a foolish mistake that sets off a gruesome chain of events, threatening to destroy her along with all of her loved ones.

For a movie with such a fun and stylish veneer, TALK TO ME is surprisingly sad and grim, and also unpredictable. Things about it didn't quite add up for me: Where does this object come from? Why do the kids accept its extraordinary supernatural effects so readily and fearlessly? What effect does it exactly have on them, that cause them to behave like addicts, endlessly going back for more even when many of them are humiliated by the behavior of the possessing spirits? At that, why do kids play games like Bloody Mary, where the expectation is that a demoness will spring out of your mirror and murder you? Why are Ouija Boards all the more attractive because of the rumored dangers? These questions dredged up my ancient memories of the choking game, something that may not have made sense to most adults, because it was a little scary, and because it broke the rules around what society assumes about innocent young children. At that, there may be something to the fact that TALK TO ME was made by first-time filmmakers Michael and Danny Philippou, whose relative inexperience may have given them the freedom to ignore the usual expectations. This produces a rather uncertain viewing experience that sometimes results in a breech of contract with the audience, who may not expect something as intense as this movie becomes.

Obviously this is a commercial graphic related to where to stream TALK TO ME, but it so represents my feelings about being a film lover in the modern world that I'm including it anyway.

Of course, I had to look up who the filmmakers were, which was sort of an unpredictable journey in and of itself. First it was like...oh no, they're YouTubers. I really don't want anything to do with that whole entire culture. Then further down their Wikipedia page there's the Controversies section, and I was like, Oh no, half the time I am forced to hear about a YouTuber, it's because someone has been outed as a gross predator, I don't know if I even wanna look... And then I read what was in there. Twice. And I was OK with it:

The End.

[riverm00n]

Hello there!

My name is River Moon, but call me River. My first language isn't English, sorry for the errors.

I started university so I have no idea how much time I will have to anything.

~ ☆ ~

I have some side blogs I promised to show you (for anyone who follows me and reads my tags under the reblogged posts lol).

Sideblogs I have:

1. Currently I have 2 blogs just for reblogs:

Transformers themed (just stuff about tf): @bleeeeeeed

Team Fortress 2 themed (just stuff about tf2): @bl7ed

2. I have one blog for the doodles I do: @riverm00ndraws

3. And I have this, wich is mostly Good Omens reblogs, but there are art reblogs and.. I dunno its just a little bit messy: @andsuddenlytherewasme

The tags I use:

What I really like: #!!! <3

When im talking: #riverm00n talks

#special tag

#important

That's all for now..

~ ☆ ~

Umm, I dont really talk about myself (so it is hard for me), but if you wanna know me a tiny bit more, then its under the cut.

I have 4 cats and I absolutely love them. One family (and hunting) dog. And some chikens with one goose. I love all of them very much!

I am terrible with plants, really. I destroy them with my kindness.

I rarely draw but I'm trying, I really am. I'm just really afraid of being judged. So if I get even just a like I get so so so happy!

I love to chat, talk, text anything! But I am bad in starting a conversation. I like better when the people are taking the first step to reach out for me (I think everyone is like with this). Because if I do I'm afraid that I only disturb them.. and I think I just realized that I might have problems with rejection. Oh wow

I talk sometimes (a lot) in the tags.

I feel like I don't know myself. Everywhere I read and hear these things that "no one is know you better than yourself" and I'm standing there like "wow, you are not helping at all".

I play games, mostly on pc. Resently I try to find some time to play Batman Arkham City (I have the others too, and I already finished Batman Arkham Asylum story mode and I like to go in order). I'm waiting for Hollow Knight Silksong to come out, yes I played Hollow Knight and its a beautiful game and I just coudnt finish the whole game because I stopped playing (maybe because of school) and its really hard to get in back. I also play Dead Cells and I am really excited for the series!! (I could rant about games for so long so I might just stop here.................. Don't Starve, Stardew Valley, Aragami, Dark Souls, Undertale and Delatarune, Terraria!!!)

I love books! Will I read them? Yes; when I won't find any more fanfics to read. Oh gosh I love reading so much!

I love music as well, I cannot really say a specific genre but my favorite musician right now is TheFatRat (and favorite music from him is Close to the Sun).

I usually leave projects. I don't always finish what I start. This can be a book, drawing, series or a movie.

I am really forgetful, I just know I forget to say something, but if you wanna know even more about me I will gladly text back, so just write in private, send an ask (I turned on Anonymus asks because I like to use that too lol) or anything you want.

This is enough so far, I think. I may edit this in the future, if something changes.

[cyberkttyy]

my man <3

My man is so damn cute. He put a selfie of me as the background of our chat today. I'm still smiling and giggling about it.

I watched him play cod yesterday and he is so good. He seems to be good at every damn thing ever. Usually without trying as well. He's very talented, he draws and raps, dances, sings, can play instruments, and on top of all that, he is very smart. I'm really proud to get to call him mine. All mine and nobody else's. He is truly one of a kind.

And don't get me started on how handsome he is. I feel like I'm looking at a Greek god except my boyfriend is way sexier. His face, body, and soul are all a masterpiece carefully crafted by the universe.

His eyes. His eyes are the most beautiful feature he has. They're so fucking beautiful. So is the rest of his face, but those eyes . . . I can get absolutely mesmerized looking into them. How can one have such beautiful eyes? How lucky am I that I get to be the one to stare into those eyes? I can't wait to stare into them. The urge to do so disturbs my peace.

I also love his ears a lot, which might sound strange but every time I see those ears I want to bite them and eat them and lick them and nibble on them until he tells me to stop because it's weird.

I don't get to admire his nose and lips as much as the rest of him, but I just know they're so perfect. I wanna kiss every inch of him. Every cell on his body is getting kissed by me. I even want to kiss his organs, hold themand hug them. I might get put on some list for saying this . . . but I do want to kiss every inch of him, including the insides. I can't help it. I just love him so much.

I love his hands too. They're so sexy. His hand tattoo of a bird looks way too good on him. All his tattoos look good. The satanist one he has on his bicep, and the snake he has wrapped around his collarbone. He's so damn cool. I have a HUGE crush on him.

He treats me so nice on top of all that. Tells me I'm beautiful every day. Calls me pet names every time he speaks to me. Compliments me for the smallest everyday things, and he doesn't stop complimenting me for stuff he already complimented me fore before. Like my voice for example, he has heard it a million times, yet every time he compliments it.

He makes sure I eat every day. Makes sure I get enough sleep. Makes sure I feel confident in myself. Makes sure I know what I mean to him. Not a lot of men would even think of doing such things, but mine does and it seems to come naturally to him. He makes me feel so loved.

He's got it all figured out. That I couldn't give a damn about anything material. I care more about actions and words, personal gifts. If he was to go for a walk to pick the pretties flowers he saw and give them to me, I'd treasure those flowers more than any expensive bouquet he could ever give me.

I already know he's going to be a great father one day. Especially with the way he treats his pets so nicely, and now with the way he treats me. I'm jealous of our future kids, to get to have a man like him as their father. I'm jealous of his siblings, to have such a good brother, and god forbid I'd be jealous of me too to have a man such as him as mine.

I really don't want to share him with anyone else. I want to lock him in his apartment and throw out all his electronics and beat the router with a hammer. Keep him all to myself. Nobody can see him. Not even his male friends can enjoy his company. And then I'd get to spend all my time with my pretty boy.

I wish everything in the world got destroyed except me and him. I wish death upon every girl who has ever even had him on their mind. Only I am allowed to think about him. Only I am allowed to look at his handsome face and admire it. I wish the world revolved around me and him.

I really hope I don't fuck this up. I have a tendency to be way too dramatic and ruin stuff because I'm so scared to lose it. If I lose him, I'll end it all. I can't live without him.

This boy is the love of my life.

[yanderehetalia]

May I have anything mermaid-related with your favourite character? I don't care who I just crave mermaids and your writing. It's a very specific craving.

Though the salty waters of the sea had done you well in the beginning, time is a cruel mistress, and decay was slowly but surely clouding over your lifeless figure, how unfortunate. Luciano toyed with your hair, reminiscing over the past. The past that had looked so promising…

You’d heard the tales of mermaids several times before, mermaids that would pull in and drown anyone that got too close, anyone who was either stupid or friendly enough to think that a mermaid was anything more than a man-eating monster. Stubborn as you were though, tales did nothing go right out the other ear, that is why the warm, turquoise Mediterranean looked so inviting, rather than eerie and tense as most people in your town thought it to be. 

Stalking away after finishing the laundry, you scamper down to the rocky beach, hot pebbles prompting you faster still to the waters’ edge. Lifting your hefty skirt, you stick your toe in, man it was nice. You slide into the cool waves to your knees, enjoying the soft currents. 

You begin to drift, but a small splash pulls you from your blissful trance. Ripples in the water a few feet in front of you confirm your suspicions, something was there. Perhaps a fish? Or a mermaid like everyone warned you about? Ha, what a goofy idea, a mermaid. You wonder what kind of fish it is, would it be tasty? You’ll show everyone, there are no mermaids, you’ll catch this fish and eat it in front of everyone and prove that the water is safe. You jump in, the water making you squeal, after wading out like stiff as a stick, you feel your body accommodate to the temperature, and you liked the way your dress flowed in the water. Another splash made you ship around, it was much closer this time, you giggle. You pounce on where it came from, disappointed to feel no fish. You feel your dress get tugged from behind you, you throw yourself back, your fingertips brush something scaly, there it is. Suddenly a force pushes your head down, your face brushes the water. Bobbing back up you turn to more ripples, what an odd fish. You puzzle to yourself for a moment, what kind of fish does this? A voice sounds behind you.

“This was a fun game! I’m glad you could play with me, but I have to go now.” You shriek and almost fall back, A young boy was behind you, Tan with reddish brown hair and enchanting magenta eyes.

“Who are you? I’ve never seen you before, are you from a different village?” You ask, smiling at this strange little boy. He looks at you weird for a second, before cracking a smile himself.

“I see, you think I’m human.” Inspecting closer, you notice his rows of teeth all possessed knife-like sharp points, this was no boy. You start to back up, and he ducks under the water, you turn to run(well, kinda) to the shore line, but the boy pops back up in front of you. “I never got to tell you who I was, silly.” he giggles, taking your hands in his “I’m sure you’ve realized now that I’m not like you, but I promise that I only want to be your friend!” You stare at your hands, connected with his, and then meet his eyes, this would be an even better way to show your town, not only will you meet a mermaid, you’ll befriend one.

“Ok then, sure, I’ll be your friend!” you squeeze his hands, he squeezes back.

“Great! Wanna come back out tomorrow to play again? I’ll let you win next time too~” He teases, a playfully evil grin on his lips.

“Ok I will, see you then!” You climb out of the water, your soaking dress dripping cooling the rock beneath your feet.

Yeah, you were Luciano’s first friend, you two practically grew up together. Anything you knew, he knew, and vice-versa. He smiled with you at your best times, cried with you at your worst, and even risked his life climbing onto the shore when you’d fallen into a nasty depression after your dad died.

It’d been weeks, everyday He would come to the shore to see if you were there or to at least see if he could call out to you, but nothing. He wondered if you’d maybe have died, but his heart couldn’t handle that. He could see your house from the a certain place on the waters’ edge, but far enough he couldn’t risk yelling for you. He assumed it had something to do with your father, He’d gotten sick about a month ago and passed away, it completely destroyed you. It saddened him so much to see you like that, he’d grown overwhelmingly fond of you, a thought of a certain sort had crossed his mind a few times, but he always dismissed it, a relationship like that was absolutely and totally forbidden. one night, he floated to the shore view of your house, a flickering candle light was on, he would have paid no mind if it had not been in what you had pointed as your room. He pondered if he could make it. He missed you so much, it felt like he was drowning all the time, just because you were depressed gave you no right to make him so as well, especially when he wanted to make you better.

He made the decision. Heaving himself onto the rocks, still warm from the day’s sun. He dragged himself up the hill, panting and starting to dry up, he had several hours, but the time when he could actually move and not just lie there waiting to die was limited. His tail was the best thing there was in the water, but the land did it no favors, and it was possibly an hour and a half before he was at your window, peeking in, he saw you staring blankly at the wall across from your bed. He pokes his head in, disturbing the light and drawing your attention, you glance to the window and almost scream, but stop yourself. You scramble to your window.

“What are you doing here! How did you get here! Can’t you not leave the water!?” You whisper, scanning his face and body.

“Calm down, I’ll be fine, I can be out of the water for a little while but I’ll have to leave soon, I just wanted to see you, you haven’t come down in so long…” He replies sadly.

“I-I haven’t had the energy. . “

“The energy! It’s just down the hill! And you’re as young as I am! If I can pull myself up this damn hill without any legs you can come down this hill with some.” He finishes, but immediately feels bad at the expression on your face. “Please. I’m sorry I was harsh, but you’re the only thing in this world I like. My cousins are all dicks and my parents are gone, my only other relative is my grandfather, but he moves around a lot and barely see him.” You look up to his face again.

“Your parents are dead?” He nods “I guess I was a bit selfish, my father is the only one who is dead, but your life sounds rough too. My mom is desperately searching for a new husband, we can’t live with just her providing, so I’ve had to help some as well, but there’s been time when I could have come down but I didn’t. That was mean.” You smile weakly. He feels bad for making you feel bad,

“It’s fine, I just wished you could have told me, then I wouldn’t be wondering if you were dead, we all deal with mourning differently, family has never done much for me so I’m sure I got off with their death more easily than you did, please don’t beat yourself up for me.” He puts a hand to your face, your eyes meet and he makes either the best or the worst decision of his life. He darts his other hand out and grabs the other side of your face, pulling your lips into his. It was the moment he realized he loved you more than life itself, he would throw himself away just to make sure you were alright, risk his life to see you even one more time. He pulls away, you look stunned. He lets you go and uses all of his weight to throw himself back down the hill, rolling all the way to the shore and then rocking himself back into the water. He peeks up, you were still sitting by the window, stunned.

He smiles thinking of that kiss, brushing his finger over your lips, unfazed when a small chunk of them break off and float away into the sea. It had all been so perfect that night, never mind the next morning when you’d come down you either forgot about it or just never mentioned it. But you were back, and he was happy again, sure it was the last major bump, he stupidly let his guard down. And then he intervened.

Luciano was already waiting when you came skipping down to the sea, the most dazzling smile on your face. He couldn’t help but smile as well when you plopped down on the rock, excited squeals seemingly dripping from your tongue. He barely even had the chance to say hello before you were off on a story, one that appeared to be normal, so he wasn’t quite sure what the point was until an unfamiliar name was dropped.

“Wait wait hold on, who was that?” He asked, hoping to god it wasn’t a boy.

“Feliciano.” You reply warmly. It was a boy.

“And who is this Feliciano.” He inquires further.

“If you’d let me finish the story, you’d find out fish man” You wink and continue, but Luciano was no longer as interested as he was before. This boy, you were obviously fond of him, and that could only mean one thing. A depression hit him like the nastiest most violent waves in a merciless storm, you’d probably marry this boy, move inland and forget about him, he couldn’t let this happen.

“So,” He starts, wanting to deter you from this boy.”Do you like him?”

“Wait like, LIKE like him?” You ask, the look crossing Luciano’s face confirmed. “No, not really, I mean he’s nice and attractive, but not really my type? I don’t know, just know that you’re still my favorite guy so don’t be too threatened.”

“Glad to know, I was afraid you’d trust him too early and he’d turn out to be some creep. I’ve heard stories from other mermaids that sometimes a man will get a woman interested in him, marry her shockingly early in the relationship and then stage an “accident” for her so he gets her families’ bounty, then he just continues around that cycle until he retires rich.” He sees your face drop, perfect. He hated doing something like this to you, but it was for your own good.

“You’re right, he does seem to be well off and a flirt…” You seem dejected, but he knew he could help you feel better.

Luciano thought that would take care of it, but every time you would come down to him you always had a new story about your time with Feliciano, and every time he would try to put doubts in your mind, it worked too, but less and less each time, he knew it was over when you said you were going up north with Feliciano for a week, he didn’t know why he didn’t do something then, it would have spared him the pain of seeing that shiny ring.

You sprinted down the hill, splashing in the water to pull your finned friend out, when he finally did emerge, you got in the water and hugged him, shaking him about, laughing and cheering. He pries himself from your grip, your hair in your face, flushed with pink and the cutest smile on your face, he was sad he knew it wasn’t for him. He almost threw up when you extended your hand yo reveal a sparkling ring. Not wanting to upset you, he pulls his best fake smile.

“I’m getting married!” You yell happily, sure your friend would congratulate you and hug you as well, albeit begging you to stay living next to the sea. Instead, when you let go of the hug you were not met with your expectations, instead, Luciano looked sad, angry, and at the same time emotionless. He finally spoke. 

“I didn’t have the guts to tell you earlier, if I had maybe we could have avoided this.” His eyes were shaded by his bangs, he bobs under the water, a splash coming from behind you. You turn around, Luciano looks up, his eyes now red and glowing, exactly how your elders had described a mermaid going in for the kill. Fear fills your veins, he was your friend, right? RIGHT?

“Luciano… what’s wrong, why do you look like that…” you back up, now on your tip toes, you shuffle to the side.

“I’m sorry, but if I can’t have you, then nobody can, especially not some wimpy mainland prick!” Luciano lunges for you, holding you tightly to his chest as he drags you to the bottom.

You’d struggled, you’d kicked, but in the end of course it was Luciano that had won, he left that little coastal town after a few days, unable to take the constant sobbing of your mother late at night, the constant search parties calling your name fruitlessly. He missed you. But it was all the best in the end.