#ineedtoknow

[nyan-girl]

Guys, be honest, when I'm making my headcanons for Clone High does it look a little like this?? 😔💔💔

[tyferbebe]

I just NEED the backstory of Jeremy Allen White's back scar

[theomnipotentleaf]

So people have been saying on Pinterest that its confirmed by Dana that Camila adopted Hunter. Anyone know if thats true?

[pandorathepenguin3642]

What color is it?

[l-i-b-e-r-t-y-m-u-t-u-a-l]

This post is talking about body injury, if you're uncomfortable with it please skip this post!

Is it normal to feel pretty after having an injury? Cause Wednesday/Thursday night I passed out in my bathroom and got some of the skin scrapped off near my eye and on the edge of my eye, including getting an black eye. And I usually thought I looked okay, not the worst, but not the prettiest either. But now, I feel hella pretty. Maybe cause of the bruising on my eye, idk. But idk why I feel a lot more pretty with my eye injured (I can still see, so I guess it isn't really injured. But still.) I asked my mom about this and she said maybe cause the bruises almost look like eyeshadow, she also told me she never got an eye injury before so she doesn't know how to really respond to my question. I would show but I don't want to get questioned about why I was randomly taking a photo of my eye, and I think my mom is traumatized enough from the event anyways. I would ask my friends, but idk how they would respond, and I don't want them to go haywire about it either. If anyone knows the awnser or haves an at least an idea, PLEASE. LET ME KNOW. I AM DYING TO KNOW IF THIS IS NORMAL!!!!!!!!

[aureliasylvia]

Stellar x Doja coz why not!?

#StellarBlade #dojacat #ineedtoknow

[nightwingbuttpoo]

was king solomon the guy who became a non baddie werewolf

[williamrayshine-jr]

Anyone else feel like their out of place with their inner-self, like where tf is he, playing hopscotch with my demons or what? @kweerjaayyyi8

[trash-important]

You know I’m still curious about this

BRO IM WATCHING CARS AND RIGHT AFTER THE BEGINNING RACE THESE GIRLS MIA AND TIA RIGHT COME UP TO HIM AND SHOW HIM THEIR HEADLIGHTS! IS THAT THE SAME THING AS FLASHING? AND THEN HE GOES “I LOVE BEING ME”

I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY TECHNICALLY FLASHED HIM AND HE ENJOYED IT?!

[saruin]

my friend and i were messing around in cas and made a purple girl. had to physically stop myself from calling her Ourple Ketchud.

Her house is purple. Her furniture is purple. The bricks are purple. It's almost sickening

Well what is her name then?

Does she have a purple cat? Does the cat have a purple scarf?

Does she go to work on a purple bike? Or get picked up in a purple car?

Does she have a little purple boyfriend or girlfriend with a little purple Mohawk???INEEDTOKNOW

[mary-arts-lol]

HEYO!! sorry if this may come off as random or weird but ineedtoknow WHERE DID YOU GET A DECENT HATTY PLUSH⁉️ I’ve scoured the internet trying to find a good one to buy as I Iove to collect plushies of my fav characters.. then, lo and behold, THE PLUSH YOU HOLD IS LAYED BEFORE ME?? THE MOST PERFECT HATTY PLUSH IVE EVER HAD THE RIGJT TO WITNESS?? I have to inquire where you’ve gotten it,, :3 perhaps is it a custom/commission?? Hand crafted by yourself? Or something limited?? Please I’m begging here 😭/nf

Haii!

Well, I started to save money on it back in December 2023 to get it on my birthday ^o^ (it's sorta expensive)

You can get it on budsies! :D

But, since I live in russia I got it from a random russian site which is also almost like budsies! :)

And then on September 10th I got it! :D (2024)

[maryjahps]

will you be my valentine pookie #ineedtoknow #icantbelonelythisvalentinesday #iloveyou #hello

i thought it was settled, you don’t even have to ask😩😩

[nityarawal]

I Need To Know - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers with Stevie Nicks

"I Need To Know," @tompetty

& The Heartbreakers @stevienicks

https://youtu.be/OnpdZU8lhus?si=R_eZn8w_3Hd2I8WS #SongOfTheDay1 #SOTD1 #INeedToKnow #TomPetty #StevieNicks #AndTheHeartBreakers

[mackygl]

Just like a dream 💭 . Amo los photo dumps porque en mi galería se puede ver lo random de mi vida 😂 . . . #somebodytoyou #billionaire #photodump #photodumpaccount #ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴅᴜᴍᴘ #photodumpday #selfie #mirrorselfie #fantasizing #ineedtoknow #croptop #croptopph #lace #lacelingerie #loveyourself (en Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW6jHn3rUtI/?utm_medium=tumblr

[oursocialghosts1050hc]

Winter In The Blood - Response

One section in the reading this week that stood out to me, and left me with some question's, was in chapter 13. I first want to start off by saying that the way the narrator describes the scenery around him allows for me to make detailed pictures in my head. In the beginning of chapter 13 the narrator went to the post office. He describes it as, “dark and mahogany; rows of box windows reflected the gray beyond the large gold-lettered window that looked out on the only street in town” (Welch 32). The narrator then opens up his mailbox to find a letter inside addressed to Teresa from a priest in Harlem. Questions started swirling around my brain. What’s inside the letter? Is it important? Why would a priest be reaching out to Teresa? Teresa is married to Lame Bull. Is this a potential affair? Business related? I have so many questions. In chapter 19 Lame Bull and the narrator drop Teresa off at the priests house around noon. Then they both leave. We still do not know what that letter said or why he wanted to meet with her. I am now on chapter 21 and we still do not know what Teresa and the priest from Harlem are up to. What are your thoughts?

Marissa Borgesi

[kitsunelivesyet]

#moreomg #Ineedtoknow

(Yandere Otome Isekai Harem [commoner MLs] x Reader)

"Thrust into an unfamiliar world, you have to navigate your role as the Heir to the Arrington Estate. Luckily for you, you have allies that are eager to help you. Maybe a little too eager, in fact."

The Arrington Estate [Chapter 1]

When you wake up, the first thing you want to do is throw up. You feel so deathly ill that you’re on the cusp of feeling like you’re not alive at all. But you’re in so much pain that you know you have to be alive – there’s no other way your nerves would be filled with what feels like molten lava.

“Breathe.” A voice, gentle and low, soothes from beside you. A warm hand settles itself on your back and you’re not even sure how you managed to register it, but you do. “Drink.”

You’re not fully conscious of how the liquid pours down your throat, but you soon find your eyes fluttering shut. Your nerves settle down as you’re lulled into a peaceful rest.

Time is foreign to you when you wake up. Your body still feels heavy, but it doesn’t hurt like it did prior. Processing things is difficult, your mind being bogged down with thoughts that have no end. All you can do is stare at the ceiling made of ornate golden patterns. Gorgeous, but…

It isn’t familiar to you.

Panic should be shooting through your spine, but there’s a feeling of… emptiness that seems to sink into your heart, making the situation seem dull rather than frightening.

“Are you awake?”

You didn’t even realize that there is someone beside you – beside the bed you’re in. Slowly, you turn your head to see a man sitting poised and proper on a wooden chair. His long chestnut colored hair is tied in a neat ponytail, a pleasant smile on his face. But what really draws your attention are his eyes – golden, almost.

“It appears that your complexion has returned. That is a relief,” he says, but you can’t really discern the emotion on his face.

“Who are you?” The words come out of your mouth before you’ve even processed them inside your brain. 

There’s something eerie about the way his expression shifts – it doesn’t shift too noticeably, but there’s a hint of pensiveness that makes you nervous.

“My, I suppose your illness has rendered your memory quite poor. That is unfortunate,” he murmurs, but you’re not entirely sure if he means it or not. It’s a weird contrast – he speaks so kindly, so gently, that he seems so harmless. But he is a stranger to you. You don’t know him – if you can trust him. 

Perhaps he notices the wariness on your face, but he relaxes his body somewhat, offering you a friendlier smile as he introduces himself, “My name is Geoffry Cullen. I am your butler.”

“B… Butler? Mine?” you ask, your brain fog slowly receding. Everything about this situation is so foreign to you, from the ornate ceiling to the luxurious bed you’re on to the man who claims he serves you.

You’re pretty sure this isn’t the life you remember.

“Yes, yours.”

“Who am I, then?” you ask, trying to piece together something – anything that can give you a hint.

“Why, you’re the heir to the Arrington Estate,” he states as if it is the most obvious fact in the world. And perhaps it is the most obvious fact to everyone but you.

You can’t help but doubt the validity of this “fact” that’s been told to you because, while you don’t remember much, you do remember something:

You are, in fact, not the heir to the Arrington Estate.

Perhaps your expression gives away your entire dilemma, because Geoffrey offers you a sympathetic smile. It’s the kindest he’s looked so far.

“You must be hungry. Let me bring you your meal.” He stands up gracefully, adjusting his suit jacket as he does so. “In the meantime, please get some more rest.”

He bows, before exiting the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You’re still utterly lost and confused, the uncertainty of your own situation making you nervous.

Despite your legs still feeling wobbly, you force yourself to rise. Stumbling, you make your way to the mirror. It’s probably the fanciest mirror you’ve ever seen – it almost looks like a jewelry box. It’s so fancy that you’re undoubtedly certain that you aren’t home. There’s no way you could ever afford a mirror of this quality.

What’s odd, though, is that you actually see yourself in the reflection. A part of you wondered if you’d possess another body or something of that sort, but… you look identical to how you remember looking. But you shouldn’t look like yourself, right? After all, the butler – Geoffrey – had claimed that you are the heir to the Arrington Estate, which you aren’t.

Now that you’ve been allowed to wake up fully without the pain from prior, things are slowly coming back to you. You recall your home, your friends, your family; and it’s all just so normal compared to the grand room you’ve found yourself in. This room feels too fantastical to be real.

In fact, it reminds you of the stories you had read about reincarnation and transmigration back in your world. Everything, from your confusion to the room to the butler, seems like the hallmarks of one of the transmigration or reincarnation stories you had read back then. Only… you’re not certain what story you’re in. Geoffrey as a character is unfamiliar to you. The Arrington Estate as a place is unfamiliar to you.

Furthermore…

Why do you still look like yourself? 

You can’t wrap your head around it. Sure, some people retained their appearance when they got teleported into another world, but they usually had a role that did not already exist. These people are the “hero” that got called to help save the world, so it makes sense that they retained their appearance.

But it doesn’t make sense for you. You’re considered the Heir to the Arrington Estate, meaning that you must’ve taken over the role of someone who already exists. And yet you still look like yourself.

You groan, feeling tired. You feel lost and confused. There are too many things you don’t understand – too many variables. 

It’s all too much for you.

Slowly, you trudge back to your bed, settling yourself under the plush covers. You’re pretty sure that the blanket itself is enough to pay your rent for a year. You don’t even want to think about how much the pillows, the bed, the entire room may cost. You’re certain that it’s more money than you would’ve been able to see in ten lifetimes, at least.

But now you’re able to see all this money – it’s yours, technically.

It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense. It makes your heart beat loudly inside your brain, making your ears ring as you stare up at the ornate ceiling. Somehow, looking at the ceiling makes the buzz in your brain quiet. Your eyes follow the curves and edges highlighted in gold. Your eyes follow the ceiling’s patterns again and again and again until you lull your tired body into a dreamless slumber.

Geoffrey returns to your room a bit later, only to see you slumbering peacefully. He places your meal down on your bedside table, before taking a seat on the wooden chair by your bedside. Quietly, he watches as your chest rises and falls softly, breathing even in your sleep. 

Yes, you must’ve been quite tired, that much is certain. It’s not easy to come back from death, after all. And you should be dead, yet somehow aren’t.

“Curious, isn’t it?” he murmurs, softly, his gaze lingering on your face for any clues.

Yes, it’s quite curious. You should be dead. He was certain that you wouldn’t be able to recover.

Oh, yes, he was quite certain. 

After all, he’s the one that killed you.

And yet, here you are.