#like I’m not young and 21 anymore I can’t stay up PAST 10 pm and be expected to be fine the next day
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OOPS ITS NOT THE WEEKEND
#the utter downside of having a concert in the middle of the workweek#like I’m not young and 21 anymore I can’t stay up PAST 10 pm and be expected to be fine the next day#i took today off so it felt like Saturday 😩😩😩😩#but now I gotta haul my ass into work tomorrow morning#first thing is to get myself to sleep I wish I had indica weed and not sativa#personal txt#haha my eyes are so tired by my brain is so wired rn#i shouldn’t put headphones in tonight my ears aren’t ringing but theyre definitely feeling the concert#it was FOUR different bands playing tonight#i left my house at 3pm and got back at 11:45PM#the concert started at like.. 6ish#so like five hours of nonstop metal music
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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #239
Thur Dec 17 2020 [10:52 PM] Umbramatic: :O [10:52 PM] Wack'd: I'm gonna guess Batman. You'd never expect that
[10:53 PM] Umbramatic: its the spanish inquisition [10:54 PM] Wack'd: So this mystery guest is a woman with short black hair, having come to see the Four all the way from Arizona on a matter of life or death. She also mentions in thought balloons that
"It's been so long--so many years since we last saw each other. I wonder if he ever thinks of me--of us."
[10:55 PM] Bocaj: I don't think I know of anyone with black hair [10:55 PM] Wack'd: Lucky for her, especially given it's the dead of night, the Four's little corner of the Baxter now has a receptionist. Uh. Kinda.
[10:57 PM] Wack'd: Reed meanwhile has been up for three days straight trying to fix the current Ben related-fuckup. He blamed himself, of course. Sue tries to reassure him that Ben probably doesn't hold him accountable [10:58 PM] Wack'd: Huh!
[10:58 PM] Wack'd: You know what? Fair dues. I did not see this coming. [10:59 PM] maxwellelvis: Doctors Hate Her! [10:59 PM] Bocaj: I always thought of Aunt Petunia not appearing until later [10:59 PM] Bocaj: In my mind she was sort of a the ghost for a while in the sense of sir not appearing [10:59 PM] Wack'd: I mean hey, twenty years is a hell of a while. [10:59 PM] maxwellelvis: As an aside, from what I remember of Ben's wedding, it looks like Aunt Petunia started aging in real time as if the Four had gotten their powers NOW as in 1982 [11:00 PM] Wack'd: "Doctors Hate Her!" Funny you say that max because Ben describes Petunia as a "genuine country doctor." [11:00 PM] maxwellelvis: Ha! [11:01 PM] Wack'd: So Petunia meets the gang. Sue mentions she was expecting someone older, which Petunia takes in stride [11:02 PM] Wack'd: It turns out Petunia married into the family. She, uh. Well. [11:02 PM] Wack'd: Ben's Uncle Jake got into an auto accident, which killed his wife. Petunia, then a student nurse, became his medical student, and then his wife. [11:02 PM] Wack'd: That...sure is a course of events! [11:03 PM] Bocaj: 😬 [11:03 PM] Bocaj: That feels like it fits into a trend with Byrne [11:03 PM] Wack'd: Doesn't it just. (Though I will again point out he is not responsible for Sue having been creepily young when she and Reed hooked up. That's Lee.) [11:04 PM] maxwellelvis: I can see why Slott decided to retcon Aunt Petunia into the grandmotherly type for the wedding. [11:04 PM] Bocaj: Oh now I know where MCU Aunt May has absorbed life force from [11:04 PM] Wack'd: So the "life or death" matter involves her home out in Arizona with Jake. The whole town is in danger of being "frightened to death." [11:05 PM] maxwellelvis: So call Mystery Incoporated [11:05 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh wait, this is 1982, Mystery Inc.'s broken up. [11:06 PM] Wack'd: So. Uh. This is Uncle Jake.
[11:06 PM] Wack'd: And this is Aunt Petunia.
[11:07 PM] maxwellelvis: Yeah, she'd have to have a few more gray hairs than that if she's known Ben since he was a boy, I think. [11:07 PM] Wack'd: She does not seem to have. [11:08 PM] Wack'd: So the Four arrive in Benson, Arizona, and the narration informs us that Ben had been the only one who approved of Jake marrying Petunia, and. [11:09 PM] maxwellelvis: That's what all the instances of Ben invoking her name had led me to believe. [11:09 PM] Wack'd: Look I want to take for granted this is messed up and move on but the damn book seems dead set against me doing this. [11:10 PM] maxwellelvis: Well, anyways, I guess that means we've hit the OTHER side of John Byrne's run. [11:10 PM] maxwellelvis: Aspect, perhaps [11:10 PM] Wack'd: Sue mentions we don't know much about Ben's past. Ben says his mom and died died when he was a teen and Jake raised him. [11:10 PM] Wack'd: (We don't really know much of Reed's past at this point, though I am given to understand this will also change in the near future.) [11:11 PM] maxwellelvis: This part is just Byrne telling Steve Gerber he can fuck off. [11:11 PM] Wack'd: Gerber, I assume, would instruct Bryne to get in line. [11:12 PM] Wack'd: Racism? Anyone want some racism? Anyone think what this story could really use, right about now, is some racism?
[11:13 PM] Bocaj: Eesh [11:13 PM] maxwellelvis: (Gerber I think was one of the first writers to use the "Ben grew up on Yancy St." backstory) [11:14 PM] maxwellelvis: (Unless he didn't write that issue of Marvel Two-In-One, in which case it would probably be Roy Thomas that Byrne was dismissing here) [11:16 PM] maxwellelvis: (I would look this up, but I physically cannot get to my Essential 2-in-1 collection atm) [11:16 PM] Wack'd: So Ruth's child assistant(?) Wendy is upset that Ruth, rather than just appreciating the arrowhead, started a whole excavation. She has fond memories of this place because when her mom was sick they'd come to the site and collect rocks and whatnot. [11:16 PM] Wack'd: So that's not ominous.
[11:17 PM] Wack'd: We skip forward to that night, where two of Ruth's more non-child students are doing some late-night archeology. A mist comes at them and then BAM! Scared to death! [11:18 PM] Wack'd: MEANWHILE IN THE HIMALAYAS [11:19 PM] maxwellelvis: I was putting something in the oven, thinking "Oh man, it better not be the Miracle Man again" and then we cut to the Himalayas [11:19 PM] Wack'd: Quicksilver has been fighting some kind of war, apparently, while Crystal--suffering complications from a half-mutant half-Inhuman pregnancy--is being treated by whoever this guy is.
[11:20 PM] Wack'd: Pietro here is apparently the only guy in all of Attilan who's not come down with some sort of mysterious disease. [11:20 PM] maxwellelvis: He looks like the Leader, if the Leader was slowly turning into a raisin. [11:20 PM] Wack'd: And Attilan is being destroyed, leaving Pietro as their only hope. [11:21 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh yeah, he just looks like the PICTURE of health here, don't he [11:21 PM] Umbramatic: gfrtvtigyhhuihjio;opkp [11:21 PM] Bocaj: The funny thing is that mutant and inhuman genes apparently cancel out [11:22 PM] Bocaj: Or Crystal and Pietro won the silliest genetic lottery [11:22 PM] Wack'd: Back in Arizona, Reed is having no luck cracking the case, while Frankie and Wendy get some bonding time in
[11:23 PM] Wack'd: So, uh. Because this story just did not have enough going on, it turns out Wendy's dad is beating her. [11:23 PM] Umbramatic: oh [11:24 PM] Wack'd: Frankie tries to intervene but Wendy begs her to back off, so she figures there's nothing to be done and leaves. [11:24 PM] Bocaj: Comic are you sure you're up to this content [11:25 PM] Wack'd: I feel like Reed should be caught a bit more flatfooted by someone he looks up to intellectually telling him he can't fix things with guesswork.
[11:26 PM] Wack'd: Sue and Ben want to take action of some kind but Reed points out that, uh, they can't really punch their way out of this one. [11:27 PM] maxwellelvis: I'd make more scooby-doo jokes, but John Byrne deciding to put a Very Special Episode in here has kind of made that feel... not so fun anymore. [11:28 PM] Wack'd: That night, Wendy sneaks out of her house to go talk to the mists. Turns out that’s who her wonderful friends are. [11:30 PM] Wack'd: I think she wants to beg them for mercy? The narration boxes get kinda cryptic. Anyway if that's what she's done, it reeeaaally doesn't work.
[11:30 PM] Wack'd: "What was that about not being able to fight our way out?" [11:32 PM] Bocaj: I think Slott revisited some of this [11:32 PM] Bocaj: I vaguely remember mists and gremlins when Franklin and Valeria were staying with aunt petunia post wedding [11:33 PM] Bocaj: But as it was the same story where Sue made Doom naked on a live broadcast the details escape me [11:33 PM] Wack'd: So on top of these weird things the entire town is now also set on fire and also in a giant windstorm. The Four put out the fires but the damage is done and most of the town decides to evacuate. [11:33 PM] Umbramatic: oh yes that one [11:35 PM] Wack'd: what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK
[11:36 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh of COURSE Byrne has Reed sympathize with an abusive parent. [11:37 PM] Wack'd: Okay so for starters, because this is the thing I'm the least mad about, everything about this resolution is fucking nonsense. We know basically nothing about any of the other people who got "frightened to death" and so as the readers had no ability to draw upon our own knowledge of their morality or why they might not be able to handle seeing visions of their worst selves. [11:37 PM] Wack'd: From there we get to the fact that, for all the ways Ruth and Reed protested earlier, this is a massive pile of assumptions with absolutely no backing in fact or evidence. [11:37 PM] Umbramatic: geez [11:38 PM] Wack'd: Speaking of Ruth, she said that the arrowhead was crucial, and Ben speculated that may be the excavation released the spirits and they needed to be re-buried. They don't out right say it, but this may as well be a "ancient Indian burial ground" plot. [11:39 PM] Umbramatic: yeesh [11:39 PM] Wack'd: And from there we get, yes, Reed saying that their job is not to judge people, therefore they can't do anything about an abusive parent. Which is frankly just moral cowardice and also really gross. [11:40 PM] maxwellelvis: And also a grim portent of things to come in this era. [11:41 PM] Wack'd: And so the story ends, with. I think the implication is that Wendy asked her "friends" to take care of her dad for her? Which is okay, I guess, but doesn't really fix the way everybody else reacts to this.
[11:42 PM] Wack'd: The story is also just plain all over the place. There's absolutely no reason for the characters who get the Four involved in the plot to be Ben's Aunt Petunia--except-- [11:42 PM] Wack'd: Oh. The whole town got judged. [11:43 PM] Wack'd: Did John Bryne really just write a plot where a bunch of cosmic arbiters of justice basically give the okay to marrying your student [11:43 PM] maxwellelvis: RED FLAG [11:44 PM] Wack'd: This a lot, huh. [11:45 PM] Wack'd: Well, maybe whatever Inhumans nonsense is going on will help clear my head.
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50 questions
tagged by: @watchmegetobsessed (thank you hun!)
1. what color is your hairbrush?
It’s black and purple but I don’t really brush my hair? I just finger comb it after a shower or just leave it be to air dry. I have thick and curly hair btw but yeah idk if it’s healthy but I don’t really brush my hair 😅
2. name a food you never eat?
Okra, ochro, ladies’ fingers, however you want to call that vegetable that secretes saliva just no.
3. are you typically too warm or too cold?
Hmm, I don’t really know.
4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?
Eating lmao
5. what’s your favorite candy bar?
Chocolate, preferably dark, with nuts, any nuts, but almonds? Please.
6. have you ever been to a professional sporting event?
Not really no. I mean I’ve been to a town basketball game when I was... 5? Other than that is just school sporting events.
7. what was the last thing you said out loud?
“We’ll go out later.” @ my dogs
8. what’s your favorite ice cream
Coffee or chocolate or both in one tub
9. what was the last thing you drank?
Water, stay hydrated kids 👍
10. do you like your wallet?
Yeah, there’s nothing much going on in it but yeah, I like it.
11. what was the last thing you ate?
Fried chicken aha
12. did you buy new clothes last week?
Nope. I haven’t even both new clothes since the past 3-4 months.
13. last sporting event you watched?
It’s either something to do with football (⚽️) or golf, or those races on tv. More like glance tho because my father was the one watching so...
14. what’s your favorite flavor of popcorn?
Cheeseee 🧀
15. who was the last person you sent a message to?
my best friend aha
16. ever go camping?
I haven’t, not once but I’d loveee to.
17. do you take vitamins?
I don’t. But I’m gonna take some today to see if it’s will help with this lip rashes I’ve had for months. Which doesn’t make sense but a little vitamins won’t hurt lmao
18. do you go to church every sunday?
I used to. Not anymore. Which sounds so bad but yeah...
19. do you have a tan?
I don’t because I don’t go out much lmao. But I tan easily anyway, I just need sun aha
20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza?
Why can I have both? I’m having both.
21. do you drink soda with a straw?
Nope.
22. what color socks do you wear?
Black or white. Basic, I know.
23. do you ever drive above the speed limit??
I don’t know how to drive lmao
24. what terrifies you?
Evil ghost/paranormal stuff, the unknown, darkness, life, death, apocalypse/end of the world (more on what would happen to my family and not myself), inverterbrates (I mean I’m not terrified of them they just gross me tf out), etc lmao
25. look to your left, what do you see?
my sister lol
26. what chore do you hate?
I don’t hate any chore, it’s just a case of if I’m in the mood to do them aha.
27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?
The first thing that popped in my head reading this question is Chris Hemsworth, and I’m gonna leave it at that lmao.
28. what’s your favorite soda?
Lime or lemon sodas.
29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?
it depends on the day, but mostly I go in but then order it as take out and eat it at home lol does that make sense?
30. who was the last person you talked to?
Sister aha
31. favorite cut of beef?
I don’t eat beef often so no clue...
32. last song you listened to?
Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer
33. last book you read?
Winter Dreams, Christmas Love (1992) by Mary Francis Shura
34. can you say the alphabet backwards?
No and I’m not gonna try 🤣
35. how you do like your coffee?
With milk and lightly sweetened, just a lil bit to not cover the bitter taste of the coffee
36. favorite pair of shoes?
Just some comfy sneakers, or my vans lol
37. the time you usually go to bed?
7 to 8 AM, which I need to change ASAP lmao
38. the time you usually wake up?
5 pm lmao but tbf I work until late at night so and I sleep at (see question above aha)
39. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?
Again, I’m gonna say both.
40. how many blankets are on your bed?
Just one.
41. describe your kitchen plates?
It’s just plain glass/ceramic/transparent white thing lol
42. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?
I don’t really drink often so no, I don’t.
43. do you play cards?
Yup, I know how to play a game or two.
44. what color is your car?
It’s matte black, in my dreams anyway, cause I don’t have a car lol.
45. can you change a tire?
Can’t even drive, so no, I don’t think I can 🤣
46. your favorite province?
I don’t think I have one lol.
47. favorite job you ever had?
Don’t have a favourite because this is the only job I’ve ever had but I can stay home all day and get paid so 👌
48. how did you get your biggest scar?
I fell when I was young and scraped my knee. You know, the childhood where we run around under the sun all day aha
49. favourite day of the week?
Can’t even remember what day it is today let alone have a favourite 🤣 but probably Saturday cause I don’t have work so I can do whatever an write etc.
50. what did you do today that made you happy?
I just ate tbh, so lame but it made me happy so 🤣
Tagging: @atlas-of-a-human-soul @sweetwritesx @illumecherry @vinylmendes @someoneunimportantxx @nat-roman0ff and anyone else who wants to do it! Just say that I tagged you ❤️
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happy new years!
Dave 8:28 PM
> You spend the hours before New Years sprawled across the couch and playing some games with your sweet bros, enjoying some surprisingly happy and comfortable family time. Things are really looking up for once, you could almost get used to that.
Sock 9:21 PM
> Sweet bros and hella new years. Fuck yeah. > It's not quite the same as getting shit faced but it's a special new year after all. First one with your bro since 13 years ago. First one with your new robot bro, who also happens to have his first new year in a body and shit? Lots of special shit going on in the Strider place tonight.
Bro 10:02 PM
> Shit yeah. > You're low-key DJing from your laptop between juggling a controller and snuggling your waifu, and yeah, it's definitely not the same as getting absolutely fuckin' blitzed in some club, but you know what? > Aside from the occasional firework making you tense up or flinch, you're having a great time. Just you, your bros, your husband, some 'za, and video games. What else could you ask for, really?
Hal 10:13 PM
> Waifubot 9000 is right there for a quick reassuring whenever Sweet Bro flinches a bit. It's another nice first so far. Especially the part where you get to kiss at midnight, and the kids can't even bitch about it because they are too busy with themselves to do that. > Happy new year.
Dave 10:27 PM
> Look, yeah. You're busy smooching all evening already, except now because you're too deep into the games. Complaining about the smooching started to lose its edge anyway. If they get friskier tho... They seem to be behaving for now tho. "Hey Hal, hand over the snacks. Please." You just reach your hand out without lifting your eyes off the screen.
Hal 10:40 PM
> Is that a challenge? Because usually getting friskier would be a great challenge but..Shit's pretty comfy right now. > Dave just gets a package of chips thrown right into his face with the full intent of making him lose the game. That's love.
Dave 10:44 PM
> AN OFFENDED NOISE as you punch the bag away and try to not lose your grip on the controller. "Fuck you!! I'm having a good run here!" > You're not.
Bro 10:45 PM
>Snort. "You playin' the same game I am, twerp?"
Sock 10:47 PM
> Meanwhile Sock gets busy checking his phone for new years wishes. It is already past 1 am at this point after all, so it's about time to at least say something to his (crime) family. > What would have been a great start into the new year is shattered in less than a second when his eyes read over one simple message though. "Aradia is dead." > No. That can't be right. Your Bros and Dave nagging at each other suddenly doesn't even reach you anymore as you reread that line over and over.
Dave 10:50 PM
> That lines takes a good moment to register for you too. Suddenly what's happening on the screen isn't all that important anymore as you just stare at him. You misheard that. Definitely. "What."
Bro 10:56 PM
> You look up and over to Sock, breath caught in your throat. You glance to Hal for a moment, before setting your controller down, a hand coming to Sock's shoulder. "What's going on, Sock...?"
Sock 11:05 PM
> The words just don't leave your throat so instead you just show them your phone. Droogs message.(edited)
Bro 11:06 PM
> You suck in a breath immediately, leaving your mouth in a barely whispered, "Oh... fuck."
Dave 11:08 PM
> You just barely glance at the phone. Sock's reaction, and Bro's for that matter, tells you more than enough. You just quietly swallow as you try to digest the news. Aradia... that can't be, please...
Sock 11:12 PM
"That's...You can..You can read that too right? It's real, right?" > You'd prefer it if they couldn't really. If this was some kind of weird...day dream. Nightmare. Anything.
Bro 11:13 PM
> Your heart is breaking for him, even if you don't know the girl at all. The hand on his shoulder gives him a small squeeze. "Yeah... Yeah, kiddo, that's real. I'm reading it the same as you. I'm sorry."
Sock 11:17 PM
"...Fuck" > You feel off. Like you should react stronger. Scream maybe. Cry, definitely. You are such a fucking cry baby usually, so why not now? But instead you just keeping reading that message, Over and over. Like maybe, in a moment a "Psyche!" will pop up. It was just a joke, haha. > But you know. You know Droog would never joke about this.
Dave 11:30 PM
> It's real. Aradia. Dead. Your friend. Your girlfriend. It.. It just keeps on happening why does it keep happening You stay quiet while you feel the panic well up, and then, while they're all focused on Sock and the phone, you're gone.
Bro 12:03 AM
> You notice. Of course you notice, and you shoot a quick look to Hal, a message sending through your glasses to alert him even if Hal's probably already seen Dave vanishing. But you don't call attention to it aloud just yett; you don't wnat to panic Sock further. "Hey... C'mere.. Can I. Fuck. Do you... ...Hug?"
Hal/Sock 12:17 AM
> Oh, Hal noticed alright. And he's already frantically trying to track down Dave. What the actual fuck did that kid just pull? > Meanwhile Sock just keeps starring at his phone, unable to stop reading even when it get's harder and harder to breathe properly. Where's the punch line? Where's the "psyche"?
Bro 1:46 AM
> Clicking your tongue softly, you're careful not to jostle Sock too badly as you pull him into a hug, uncertain what to say. You know this phase, and it'll break on its own, sooner or later... "Hey, kiddo... I got you..."
Hal/Sock 2:35 AM
> Hal gets up and shoots Bro a quick message that he is going to go look for Dave, take care of Sock before leaving. > Oh. a hug. That..That makes checking your phone real hard but you continue to do so anyways. Who knows just..Maybe. Please. > You really wish you'd stop shaking so hard. It makes reading harder. Even if with every word you read reality sets in more and more. It's not a joke. This is really happening. No one acts like it's a joke. > You try to do the whole "deep breaths" thing but you fail miserably. Was it always that hard to get air to your brain? Did your heart always beat this fast? Should you hear your own heartbeat in your ears? Are you dying? Fuck.
Bro 10:23 PM
> The poor fuckin' dude. You aren't really sure what you can do for him right now. Never been good at this, even at your best of times. > You rub his back in small circles, and you speak in a low voice, soft little comforts periodically poking through the heavy silence.
Dave 10:38 AM
> You've escapted to the roof, where you're letting out all of your panic attack (and certainly stomach content too). It's empty, fortunately, partially because none of your neighbours want to try and mess with Strider territory and the remaining firework noises in the distance actually help trying to drown out the thinking a little. But not enough...
> You just cower on a wall, wheezing and sobbing heavily as the realization runs through your head again and again. Aradia's dead. She.. she always talked about probably dying young, but you didn't really want to accept that. Hell, if anyone, you thought Droog could protect her till all eternity. And now...
Hal 3:24 PM
> Meanwhile you are busy trying to track down Daves phone only to realize...It's lying right there on the couch. Fuck. God damn it. You are going to have to install a chip into this fucker if just disappearing into thin air is a thing he does now. Like you don't spend enough time worrying about his dumb asshole as it is. > You give your husbands shoulder a quick squeeze and shoot him a message before you quietly to go looking for Dave.He couldn't be too far away...hopefully. > The first and in your mind most obvious spot you check out is the roof, Strider central. Aaand bingo. There he is, right on the money. What you feel in your little robot heart is most definitely relief.
> That is until your little robot heart breaks when you take a good look at him. He's doing about as well as you had expected but you still feel completely unprepared to deal with this. > You approach him carefully, like you would with a wounded animal. A bird, about to take off again at any wring movement comes to mind considering his disappearing act earlier. 'Hey don't fuck off again' doesn't seem like the best greeting even if it's the first thing to come to mind. Instead you opt for a more neutral approach. "Hey. Hey, Dave."
Dave 3:50 PM
> Your head raises a little as you hear him, but not enough to look at him. "Hey... Ssorry, needed fresh air." > You try your best to sound absolutely chill and not like you just heard the worst news of your whole life, but honestly, you're fooling no one with how you and your voice are shaking.
Hal 4:07 PM
> 'So you just fucking teleported up here or what the fuck did you even pull there?' > No. No you aren't going to bring that up right now. Small voice. Soft words. You got this. "Understandable." > Nailed it. > Perhaps you will do better at the soft gestures part of this. You kneel down next to him and slowly, carefully reach out to touch his shoulder. There, there. Please don't disappear into thin air anther time big bro.
Dave 4:11 PM
> Good that he's not asking about the time freeze, because you're hardly aware you did that either, and you really don't have the mental capacity to think about it right now. You're not even sure how long you've been up here already. Might have been half an hour. "How's Sock? He- It must've hit him pretty hard." > More important than how you feel, obviously.
Hal 4:35 PM
> Oh, you are going to ask. Later though. When you are sure he's done freaking out so...Most likely not before next week. "He's as okay as he can be. Dirk is taking care of him." > You carefully start rubbing his back. Is this human comforting? You don't feel confident enough in him staying to go for a hug or anything just yet. "Sock is going to be okay." > A how are you almost slips from your lips but...What a stupid question. Shitty, obviously. Not something he wants to think about right now at all, you'd like to think you know him well enough to know that much.
Dave 4:42 PM
It is as comforting as anything can be at the moment. "You sure? This kinda shit is never going to be okay." You know well enough from your own experience, though you'd rather die than to admit that.
Hal 4:48 PM
"As okay as he can be, yeah. We can go check up on him if you want." > Get you out of the cold, is what you don't say.
Dave 5:00 PM
Strongly considered. You take a deep breath. " 'know it's kinda lousy of me. But I don't think I can." The cold is just fine.
Hal 5:04 PM
"Why not?" > You quietly get just a bit closer, preparing for the bro hug™ you really want to dish out. Especially if he doesn't want to go inside.
Dave 5:22 PM
You try to answer, but the moment you try, you lose all your hard-earned composure. Fortunately, he's close enough to just push yourself into him and the tears roll again. Any other time you might hesitate, but you don't have any energy left to keep that up. "Fuck... ! "
Hal 6:14 PM
> Ah. There we go, bro hug time. This is easier, you know how to do this part. > You don't say another word and just pull him into a tight hug and let his cry while you rub his back. It still breaks your artificial heart but at least this is something you can just do.
Dave 6:21 PM
You cling to him for quite a while, only choking out an "This.. this can't be happening" inbetween.
Hal 11:33 PM
> The insufferable asshole part of your brain wants to reply with a 'Well it sure can be happening, since it is happening right in this moment' but thankfully your Big Brother Protocols are running on full force at this time. Not today, asshole brain. > Instead some gentle shushing leaves your mouth. You don't dare to outright lie to him and claim it's going to be okay, so this will have to do instead.
Dave 11:40 PM
"I don't know what to do...." you eventually say as you calm your sobs enough. Hal is clever, he's gonna know a solution, you think to yourself, momentarily forgetting just how much of a Dirk™ he is in your grief.
Hal 1:53 AM
> Oh man, you are really severely overestimating this poor bots emotional capabilities. All right. You can hardly make it worse can you? "You don't have to know anything right now. You just received the worst fucking news a person can get. " > You briefly remember a rather similar moment in your own life. A phone call, a car crash, dead parents, little brother in the hospital. God, you couldn't really do jack shit back then, stuck as a useless piece of eyewear. > No. That's done and over with. You aren't useless right now, even if all you can do is hold onto your little brothers and make sure they won't do anything stupid. "I can tell you what we are going to do though, okay? We're going to go back inside, and if you don't want to see Sock right now, that's fine. But we are not staying out here in the cold. Then I'm going to make you some tea, and it't doesn't matter if you drink it or just warm your hands with that shit, it's a win either way. We're getting you through this night, okay? And then tomorrow, and then the day after. Small steps. There's plenty of time to figure out what you want to do and I'm...We're going to be there. Okay?"
Dave 2:04 AM
"Alright" is all you answer, in the faintest and highest tone. You hardly manage to process his words, but what you managed to get from this is, Hal got this. He'll take care of you, because boy, you sure don't have a single working brain cell anymore at the moment. Your hand claws tightly into your other arm, into the very spot where the tattoos are. He's right, you're not alone, even if you just lost a very large chunk of your world.
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PHOBIAS ARE SHAPED LIKE LITTLE GREEN PILLS - PART 3: GERONTOPHOBIA
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Gerontophobia - Is the fear of growing old as well as the fear of anyone that is considered elderly. The third pill I took contained this phobia, and I am starting to feel a backlash from the two I have already taken.
You can call me crazy for taking the first two pills if you want, I don’t blame you. I find my actions a bit crazy as well. Hell, my cat has even started to look at me in a different way.
I decided to take the pill around 30 minutes after Max called me. I wanted to be finished with them as soon as possible. It’s odd, I don’t feel like the same person anymore. The only thing that is keeping me remotely sane is my memories. Well, except for one memory that keeps intruding my thoughts.
I always loved being around my grandfather. He lived in Spring Lake, North Carolina and when I was younger, I always felt bummed out that he didn’t live close to us. Though he didn’t have much money, he would always save up every little bit of extra money he had for when I came over for a yearly visit. My visit was only for 3 days during the summer, but most of the good memories I have in my childhood were from those mini vacations. I was 15, when I made my last visit to my grandfather’s house.
It started off normally, we went to the movie theater as soon as I arrived at his house, and he would let me choose the movie. Avatar was the movie I chose and grandpa kept talking through the entire movie. It annoyed me because he was just talking shit about how a man should not fall in love with gigantic blue women. After the movie, we got into his beat-up blue truck and went to the bowling alley. Around ten in the evening, we made our way back to his house. He fell asleep around midnight, and I grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of his cabinet and snuck out to a nearby park. It wasn’t the first time drinking, but it was the first time I ever stole something from my grandfather. I don’t really know why I did it, but honestly, I feel like I wanted to see what I could get away with.
You should have seen the look on my face when a cop shined her flashlight on me and asked me what I was doing. I couldn’t think of a clever lie to get out of it, so I just hung my head in shame and told her I snuck out of my grandfather’s house with a bottle of his whiskey. She got his phone number from me and waited with me until my grandfather came to the park to pick me up. The walk back to his house was the most awkward shit I have ever experienced. I knew my grandfather was pissed, but I also knew he would never be able to trust me again. He didn’t say a word to me when we got back into the house. He just went into his room and I went into the guest room.
While we were eating breakfast the next day, he told me he would have to tell my mother what happened. I tried begging him to let me off the hook just once, but he just looked at me with a straight face and said, “I really thought you were a good kid. You stole from me, and you drank underage. I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am. I can’t discipline you, but your mother sure as hell can.” I should have just accepted the fact that I did something wrong, but I was just filled with rage. I felt betrayed. As soon as I heard my grandfather pick up the phone, I rushed towards him to try to get the phone out of his hand. Before I could even reach him, he let out a gasp, grabbed his chest, and fell over. I watched him as he fell to the ground, and though I was still mad at him, I immediately called 911. He died on the way to the hospital. It was from a STEMI heart attack, and he barely stood a chance.
I always convinced myself that it was a complete coincidence that my grandfather happened to have a heart attack while I was running up to him, but the last couple of days have made me start to question that.
Anyways, I took the third pill at exactly 10:00. It probably wasn’t the best idea because I still felt the effect of the pill the day before.
10:20 - Why did I take the pill so soon. I should have waited a day before taking another one. The streets still scare me. Hell, even taking a shower still makes me nervous. Fuck it. I have a bottle of vodka with me, I’m going to keep chugging it until I can create some sort of confidence.
11:12 - I did it. I finally managed to run across the street and back into my house. I’m taking a bath now and I feel fairly comfortable, maybe I’m finally getting better at this.
11:28 - Geeze, I really look like I’ve gotten 5 years older. That fucking sucks. The last thing I want is to get older. It just means I’m dying quicker and that makes me really uncomfortable. Why do we have to get older? Why can’t we just fucking stay the same age and live forever? Fuck this. I’m definitely going to start taking care of myself better.
12:51 - I’m freaking the fuck out. Every time I see my reflection or look in a mirror, it looks like I’m getting older. Every goddamn time. I swear to god I am losing my mind. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna fucking die. Please. Let me stay young.
14:12 - I managed to drive to the Walmart in the Madison area of Nashville. It’s only about a 3-minute drive for me, but it really did feel nice getting some fresh air finally. An old lady was struggling with a couple of bags. She asked me if I could help her with putting them in her trunk. Normally, I would help, but no. Fuck that. She is just going to contaminate me. She’s just going to make me older. I already have enough problems.
16:02 - I got back home with a shit ton of groceries. I saw a lot of old people there, and it took a lot of time for me to maneuver around them. I can’t risk touching them. I keep looking down at my hands, and I see a new wrinkle every time. The weird thing is, I keep thinking about the elderly lady, Martha, that lives two houses down. She was always a sweet lady. Whenever I saw her, she would always make it a point to bring me some sort of home-cooked meal. I used to look forward to it, but now, I really hope I never see her again.
17:12 - An ambulance raced past my house and parked in front of Martha’s house. Two paramedics rushed in with a gurney while a younger lady walked out into the street. Even from far away, I could tell that the lady was crying. The paramedics wheeled the gurney with Martha on it into the ambulance and drove away. The lady was still standing in front of the house. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just rushed out of my house and ran up to the lady. She was sitting in the driveway sobbing. I put a hand on her shoulder and asked if she was okay. With tears pouring down her face she looked up at me and said, “I have been taking care of Martha for the past 2 months. She always seemed happy, but I came into her house today and saw her lying face-down on the couch. An empty bottle of her high blood pressure medicine was in her hand. She had a pulse, but she was unconscious.” I tried asking her more questions, but she just shook her head before getting into her car and driving away.
18:48 - I looked in the mirror again and saw that I look to be around 50. My face is starting to look like it belongs to someone else. There is a deep scar that is not on my neck that ends on the right side of my chin. It scares the hell out of me to look at me in the mirror, but after several gulps of vodka, I am feeling a bit better. I keep staring at myself trying to find some sort of clue. For some reason, I started to think of my mother. Well, not really think, more like I had a feeling like something was wrong. I tried to dismiss it, but my mind immediately went to Martha. If I had acted sooner, I could have saved her life. Without another wasted second, I ran to my car and drove the one hour distance to my mother’s house.
21:08 - I’m sitting beside the hospital bed next to my mother. When I got to her house I saw that she was lying in the bathtub with deep cuts running down both her wrists. It made me go into a full-on panic when I touched her, but I ignored my feelings and pulled her out. I called 911 and waited for the paramedics to arrive. I couldn’t help it, my stomach was jumbled into knots and I threw up in the toilet. I felt like touching my mother was the death of me. I looked in the mirror in her restroom and saw that I looked older than my mother. Anyways, back to my mother. She will be fine, I managed to drag her out of the tub just in time. She lost a lot of blood, but it wasn’t deadly.
23:41 - I’m back home now. I couldn’t stand being close to my mother. It’s fucked up, I know, but I can’t help it. I feel nauseous being around her, and it makes me feel like I’m flirting with death. Max called me a couple minutes ago.
Max: ”How do you feel, big man? Saved mommy. You must feel like a goddamn hero. Haaaa. Remember, you’re 1 of 2 today. You still let poor old Martha die. Thank you. You are making my research a bit more interesting, however. Alright. I don’t have time to listen to your bitching, so I’m going to hang up. Halfway there. Don’t die on me!”
8:12 - Shit, when did I fall asleep? My mother called me. She cussed me out and told me I should have let her die. Oh well, that’s just something I’m going to let the therapists deal with. I haven’t checked my reflection today. I don’t think I will. I’ll just wait till I take the next pill. The bottle of vodka is empty. How the fuck did I manage to drive to my mother’s house?
9:48 - I accidentally looked at myself in the mirror. I’m looking young again, but I did notice something odd. Half of my hair is now gray. Looks like I’m going to have to get some hair dye soon.
As always, this is Hayong. I wish I was braver, but maybe I’ll get to that point soon. I’m going to go ahead and upload this before I take the fourth pill. Wish me luck, give me advice if you have any, and share some funny pictures if you want to raise my morale. Send me a pm if you happen to have any inside info on Max.
Again, Max, Fuck you.
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