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in all honesty I hope they don’t announce s4 of Hannibal, not because of any truly valid concerns, but because all the promotional material was absolutely atrocious and I’d hate to see it return
#people on here are mocking up fake promo posters on canva that encapsulate the dark romantic gory drama of it all#and then the real promos look like. a bad sitcom set in an airplane hanger#nobody is dressed right the lighting is deeply ugly the implications are baffling it has nothing to do with the show visually at all#just a nightmare#I have valid and considered concerns which I can elaborate on if pressed#and some which are also partially personal#but mainly I fear the promo material’s horrendous comeback. keep that shit away from me#hannibal#hannibal nbc#hannigram#will graham#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#hugh dancy
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WARNING
Blood and slightly disturbing immagery ahead
Nebulas pt 2 act 1
Part 1
#just a nightmare#sundrop and moondrop x oc#moonxreader#moondrop x y/n#moon fnaf#moondrop x reader#moondrop fnaf#moondrop x yn#moondrop x oc#moondrop x you#moondrop x self insert#TW blood#TW slightly disturbing immagery#it's you guys#Comic#Nebulas
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FROM THE NORTHLANDS OF ANCIENT MACEDONIA -- A DARK PUNK ZINE EMERGES.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on "Just a Nightmare issue #23 fanzine, published April 2022, from North Macedonia, complete with a full interview with Stig C. Miller formerly of AMEBIX, ZYGOTE, and his most recent project, FALSE FED.
Photos uploaded by and from the collection of @niche_roy_less.
Source: www.picuki.com/media/3044711118427446399.
#Just a Nightmare#Just a Nightmare zine#Zine#Stig C. Miller#Stig da Pig#UK punk#Guitarist#North Macedonia#Heavy punk#Motörpunk#ZYGOTE band#Zines#Just a Nightmare Fanzine#Fanzine#80s punk#AMEBIX Monolith 1987#Monolith#Metal punk#Stig Miller#1980s#ZYGOTE A Wind of Knives#AMEBIX Monolith#Monolith 1987#AMEBIX#1987#UK crust#UK crust punk#AMEBIX band#Dark punk#ZYGOTE
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flockrest asked:
breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event ( from tulin for link! whichever way works best )
Meme Tag -- @flockrest
An eye-- blue as the sky but completely bloodshot. Surrounded by purple lashes and tears, unblinking, ever-staring. A mind gone. The pieces had all connected in one horrible moment and Link ran to find her, to see her again, heart thudding a horrible staccato in his chest. And he pulled the sword with a horrible yell, plummeting back to the earth, wind whistling in his ears as the ground approached dangerously fast. All the while the eye stared wordlessly back--
He awoke with a start, thin sheen of sweat covering his skin, breath coming ragged from between his lips. A dream, just a dream. But no, it was a nightmare, a memory, and the Sword that Seals the Darkness sat by his sleeping mat, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. For a moment, Link thought he might be sick, forcing his breathing into a more regular pattern as the world listed uncomfortably sideways.
A cricket chirped in the bushes nearby and Link focused on that sound, coupling that with the rhythm of his breathing. It was fine, he was fine. No, it wasn't fine. Nothing about this was fine. It would be fine. He would make it fine. His cheeks felt hot, a bitter salty taste in his mouth that mingled with his ragged breathing. Link hadn't felt so small in a long time.
Looking up, he spotted Tulin's gently sleeping form nearby, swinging side to side in his hammock. Link visited the Rito village to get the young Sage for a mission not long after claiming the sword, hoping to get the others shortly after, but plans didn't matter now. A sudden desperation seized his chest. He needed someone. He couldn't be alone. The ache for touch made the yawning of the nightmare all the worse, and before he even realized what he was doing, he scooted around the campsite, fingers twining through some of Tulin's feather, eyes squeezing shut as his lips pressed together, focusing on the feeling on the Rito's feathers against his fingers.
#just a nightmare#flockrest#mute courage || link#so. i'm running with an Idea and just seeing where it goes#and like--an observation that link never tells anyone about when/how he finds dragon!zelda soooo
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I have done it again-
#qsmp#qsmp lore#qsmp playlist#GO ON AND LISTEN#CRY WITH ME BINCH#CRY#SOB EVEN#FEEL TE EMOTIONS#Aaaaaaa#qsmp eggs#just a nightmare#Spotify
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bad dating stories time: the shoe incident
so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.
at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.
he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?
and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.
but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.
i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?
(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)
and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.
i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.
that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.
i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.
anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.
i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.
we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.
he was okay at it.
eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.
soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.
realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:
"i can't get pregnant"
which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.
still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"
and then i was in my car, and i drove away.
if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.
and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.
WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.
we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.
do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.
and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.
then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.
and then they started making out.
i was close enough to hear it.
i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.
so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.
now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.
so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.
about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.
my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.
my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.
they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?
and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.
#dating stories#anecdotes#long post#funny story#babylon#im really bad at dating#like i can do a lot better than this but also it just was kind of a nightmare for me#shit like this did make the whole thing easier tho#like#every date after this i could go you know ive seen how bad it can get#and i lived#didnt even get shot#writing
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
#cw: suicidal ideation#cw: suicide#cw: self harm#cw: mental health#cw: depression#i made the balloon the main representation of my self destructive urges for a reason but im not going to explain it#i tried to keep a lot of the details in this vague#it would be my worst nightmare if this comic encouraged someone to hurt themselves#so. please dont#for a long time even the thought of making this comic felt so insipid and narcissistic#with the state of the world as it is#having the only threat to your life be yourself felt so privileged and trite and shameful#but doing this comic made me sit down and process things in full#and im just. very grateful i didn't give in to my thoughts back when i sincerely felt i'd be more useful to the world dead#i also feel the need to say that this wont represent everyone's battle with mental illness. its unfortunately different for all of us#there is no fix-all#and im afraid this might be one of those comics that either resonates a lot or misses the target by a mile#i made it for myself foremost. and now that its done im glad i did it#thank you for reading#and please stay alive#stillindigo art#stillindigo comics
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FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#roxanne wolf#nightmare foxy#security breach#fnaf 4#this is based off images from pax#where the Roxy performer met a nightmare foxy cosplayer#super cute had to draw a lil something for it!#trust me all foxys love Roxy#it’s by law my source is trust me#I wanna believe foxy would see Roxy as part of their group#almost like the collective daughter of them#not to mention I think Michael Afton likes Roxy#and to me nightmare foxy is just a reflection of Michael#SO CHECKS out he’d like her too#she’s the IT girl she’s the greatest
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Agatha Harkness in WandaVision vs Agatha All Along
#agatha all along#kathryn hahn#agatha harkness#agathaallalongedit#marveledit#marvel#dailymarvelstudios#dailymarvelgifs#marveldaily#femalecharacters#televisiongifs#dailytvwomen#femalegifsource#my stuff#god I don't know if I have unleard how to color or if shows have just become a nightmare to color
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the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door
#writing#writing nightmare#writeblr#writers#writer's problems#writing problems#fanfic writers#i just need TIME#IT'S COMING THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH HAPPENING#mine
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i have no words
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#covid#long covid#we are living in a nightmare#how can we just be okay with this!!!!#chronic illness
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"WHAT CAUSED AMEBIX TO STOP BEING ACTIVE, DID SOME SPECIFIC EVENTS HAPPEN OR WAS IT SOMETHING ELSE?"
PIC INFO: Spotlight on print coverage of the mighty AMEBIX, from "Just a Nightmare" punk zine (Macedonia), published summer 2024
JUST A NIGHTMARE zine -- Q: "After "Monolith," the band will disband. What caused AMEBIX to stop being active, did some specific events happen or was it something else?"
STIG: "My brother had responsibilities and commitments I guess and didn’t want to do it anymore, to be honest we were kind of running out of steam a bit and it was hard trying to make something happen with little or no money or support, but maybe it was the right thing to do."
J.A. N. -- Q: "After the split up, The Baron will move away. What was going on with your life at that moment?"
STIG: "I bought a Barge and lived on the Canal in Bath and started ZYGOTE with Spider, George and Tim but that’s another tale."
-- J.A.N. (Macedonian monthly D-Beat/raw punk fanzine)
Source: www.picuki.com/media/3413515693069557009.
#AMEBIX#Just a Nightmare Zine#UK punk#Just a Nightmare#Just a Nightmare fanzine#Heavy punk#Punk rock#UK crust punk#Crust#Crust punk#Punk metal#Punk zines#Arise!#Monolith#AMEBIX Winter#AMEBIX 1985#UK crust#AMEBIX 1987#Zines#AMEBIX band#Monolith 1987#Metal punk#80s punk#1980s#AMEBIX Monolith 1987#Dark punk#Fanzine#Fanzines#Punk zine#ZYGOTE
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#girlblog#girlblogging#coquette#female hysteria#female manipulator#lana del ray#coquette aesthetic#female rage#femcel#girl interrupted#just girly post#manic pixie dream girl#alana champion#lana del ray moodboard#lizzy grant aka lana del rey#lily rose depp#ultra violence#the virgin suicides#female manipulators#manic pixie nightmare#lana del ray aesthetic#feminine rage#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#waifspo#waif#this is what makes us girls#coquette dollete#coquette asthetic#coquette core#girl boss
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can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.
(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#unique magic posters#this was so unforseeable!#i hope malleus gets pumpkinified immediately and sebek has to carry him around on a little velvet cushion#i hope jade puts his plant knowledge to good use by being extremely judgy about the firmness of everyone's rind#i hope that everyone is still wearing their silly little hats as pumpkins#(i know they won't. but if we don't have hope we have nothing.)#and i'm still feeling like oogie's gotta show up later and menace jamil just by existing#perhaps we'll have to team up against him with the scullsman or something 👀#also just to get it out before being proven entirely wrong#my theory is still that he's from the past and we gotta teach him about the True Meaning of Halloween (aka candy and funtimes)#so he can go back to his own time and become the founder of modern-day candy and funtimes halloween or something#bootstrap paradox be damned#i could be entirely off-base but that's what i'm thinking right now#idk he just has the vibe of an old-timey boy to me#he's had the great misfortune of being born before there were hot topics where he could meet other jack skellington fanatics#too late for the black plague too early for the black parade 😔
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Vi has been beating the piss out of this man for 7+ years 😭
#this man sees her in his nightmares#she’s his sleep paralysis demon#he sees someone with pink hair and just shits#and now he has to look out for people with black hair now#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane s2#vi#vi arcane#pit fighter vi
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currently obsessed with the idea of everyone viewing percy as a forced to never be messed with. for the sea is unpredictable and does not like to be restrained and all that jazz. except, frank and hazel. who only see him as just a little guy. a soldier left to his own devices out on the streets with nothing to comfort him but a panda pillow pet and a lingering memory of a girl he loves. he's just a little guy you guys.
#“somebody oughta get this child a fresh set of clothes and a hug.”#“somebody oughta get this child a warm pudding cup and a blue blanket.”#“somebody ought buy this child a new pillow pet to cuddle to sleep and protect him from nightmares.”#and the child in question is a six-foot seasoned war veteran who has saved the world twice before he was sixteen#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#heroes of olympus#hoo text posts#hoo#percy jackson#frank zhang#hazel levesque#*percy crushing a monster to death using the water up ahead to mimic his hand movements*#*everyone watching in awe and horror*#frank: he just misses his mom and girlfriend you guys#hazel: yeah he's just a little guy
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