#not with my skills level i fear

[fagulaa]

Something I really love about the Silt Verses is how, in a world of gods and monsters, how grounded Faulkner's trauma [and relationship with his father] is. Especially as the season moves on, and the stakes amp up [and up] its so unexpectedly piercing to be presented with this exploration of childhood abandonment/negligence, inter-generational trauma, the indignities and stress that comes with unexpected elder care/early onset Alzheimer's. You're so locked in to these grander, more abstract concepts that your defenses are down! Mine were, anyway. TSV is so good at cutting its grand, complex plotlines with simpler [but not shallower] gutpunches, and it just grounds the whole thing.

[braceletofteeth]

he's got the fire and he walks with it

[kindnessoverperfection]

ADHD really does put everything at equal levels of importance, huh? Like I'll have an email I need to write that'll take maybe 10 minutes, and getting that done will alleviate 6 months of stress. Then I'll notice a sock on the floor I need to put away. Then I'll get the strong conviction that it's up to me to cure cancer. And my brain will tell me that I need to do all of them at once, start and finish them all in the time span of 0 seconds, and my executive dysfunction will throw up its hands and do none of the above.

[spookythesillyfella]

okay well herez ur monthly hv! shrigboy angst art. if u need . ill be vomiting in that corner over There.

★ alt versionz under cut :

★ lyricz from : "Honey I'm Home" – Ghost and Pals

[the-speyeral]

okay but what if fiddleford helped mabel with waddles after regaining his sanity, teaching her the proper ways to care for a pig and all that

[scribblesscribblings]

You know what, I will give Xioyun one nice AU where he left Tian Xia with one of his siblings so that he isn’t traveling alone anymore! In particular it would be his second brother since his eldest brother and sister would have little reason to also leave.

Together they bring double the silliness to anywhere they go!

[amazing--ace]

Fic idea were after multiple failed attempts to prevent the war by traveling back in time, on Springer’s last jump the timemaze breaks and leaves him stranded. With seemingly no other choice, he must seek out the original creator of the timemaze, Tarantulas, to recreate it. Right now in the current timeline Tarantulas is still known as Mesothulas and has yet to be thrown into the noisemaze. Springer figures he can work with this and convince Tarant- scratch that, Mesothulas, to help him. However upon his arrival he is greeted by the sight of Impactor’s ship and realizes that he’s too late and Meso is already being deal with. Lacking time or options, Springer ambushes Impactor and steals the suit needed to pass Meso’s radioactive moat, off of him.

He then retrieves his own past self, which is an admittedly eerie experience, and rescues Meso from the noisemaze. Springer sets up base at an abandoned wrecker hideout. When Meso finally comes to, he is immediately hostile towards Springer once realizing that it’s not prowl in the suit (which springer continues to wear to keep his true identity a secret) and demands answers for various rapid fire questions such as: “Where’s Ostaros? Where’s Prowl? Who are you? Where am I?”.

Becoming even more visibly agitated when Springer refuses to give him any straight answers. Meso only calms down and start to co-operate, when springer brings out Ostaros. Who is smiling without a care and seems quite happy to be here.

From there, Meso enters into an uneasy agreement to build whatever it is this stranger wants so badly, in order to ensure the safety of him and his son. All while fully intending to just find a way to murder him first and then escape with Ostaros of course.

Like a puzzle, Springer is only giving small and vague pieces of the machine that he wants meso to rebuild. In hopes that this will keep him from figuring out what Springer wants and learning how to create time travel. Meanwhile Prowl is at his wit’s end trying to find out where Mesothulas and Ostaros are now, and also the identity of the mysterious bot who took them.

[thenamessparkplug]

every second i spend not making a twisted psychological horror is a second wasted

[inactive5537]

I could start a conversation on how a good deal of personality disorders seem to arise from a child being unable to grow out of their childish worldview due to an unsafe environment, but I'm not sure if Tumblr is ready for that

[sunfoxfic]

*grits teeth* Skyrim is a fun game and I'm having fun

[nettlewildfairy]

you know I had a conversation today that made me realize that perhaps analyzing symbolism in a film on the fly is a skill I have actually and not something everyone can just do. Did I sacrifice the mental stat of understanding any pop culture reference ever in exchange for esoteric knowledge of folklore and Death symbolism? perhaps.

[mipeltaja]

Sucks that google image search apparently can't be filtered to only show results from before a certain date. Do you know how hard it is to find Good Omens fanart from before the TV show?

[amtrak12]

HAHAHAHA my executive dysfunction, anxiety, and brain fog of the last two years isn’t isolation related after all -- my thyroid levels are just too low :P

I swiped some of spouse’s old hormone pills (100 units) to double up my dose this week (I’m on 175 currently). It’s only been three days but HOLY SHIT the night and day difference it has already made. My head is so clear right now! I have the drive to do things again!! IT’S AMAZING!

I will be contacting my doctor next week to be like “hey can I get a higher dose now instead of waiting for our October appointment???”.

So um PSA for those who have thyroid issues (or don’t have one at all like me), when your doctor asks how your fatigue levels are, don’t just consider physical fatigue. Brain fog, sluggish thoughts, and an inability to start tasks all fall into the energy/fatigue category.

[vv-ispy]

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[david-watts]

I will not fall into the trap of rewriting everything because my writing skills have improved since starting the work

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Male Yandere x Fem Reader, 1.7k words

 Your dad doesn't like your boyfriend.

Hardly breaking news. The amount of boyfriends who are chummy with their future father-in-law is in decidedly short supply. Like, national crisis level shortage.

Still, you aren't sure why your dad has such a problem with him.

Your boyfriend is sweet. He's charming. He takes your dog out on walks and gets along with your ancient and sour tom cat. He picks you up from school and keeps his hands to himself whenever your pops is around.

He's smart, in his own way. Good with his hands, the top student in your school's auto shop class.

A catch really. Out of your league, if you want to be honest.

But your dad doesn't want to hear any of it.

"Home before ten, not a second later."

"Don't you dare leave the living room when he's here. Either you stay where I can see you, or he doesn't come over at all."

"You're only allowed to drive home from school with him. I don't want you in that deathtrap of his any longer than you need to be."

Your boyfriend takes it in his stride. The only sign that it bothers him is the slight strain in his voice.

"Yes, sir. I'll get her home on time."

"No, sir. We won't leave the living room."

"I drive under the speed limit all the time, sir."

A different man would have given up on you ages ago. It isn't pleasant, being subjected to scrutiny and barley veiled menace every time you want to take your girl out on a date.

Somehow, he manages.

"It's easy," he tells you after yet another uncomfortable dinner with your father, his arm around the back of your seat as he pulls out of your driveway.

"I just keep reminding myself that I'm going to marry you. He'll have to soften up once I have a ring on your finger."

You can't ignore the way your heart jumps when he says that.

"Don't joke about stuff like that."

He grins at you. "Not joking. Gonna make you my wife someday."

You twist your hands in your skirt and tell yourself he's just pulling your leg. You're too young to be thinking about marriage. You need to focus on picking out graduation gowns, not wedding dresses.

Still, it's a nice thing to think about. A silly little fantasy to keep your smile in place when you get home from your date and your dad insists on grilling you. Something to dream about before bed, when the sheets are cold and you want nothing more than to have your boyfriend between them.

He brings it up again on your next date.

"Gold or silver?"

"For what?"

You're at the gun range, your boyfriend polishing up his skills. The crack of gunfire only slightly muffled by your ear protection.

He's reloading his pistol, fingers quick and fast.

"For your engagement ring."

You freeze for a second, and then start giggling.

"Yeah, right. Are you going to ask me if I want cream or ivory tulle next?"

He shrugs, cocking his pistol with a practiced, easy pull.

"I say cream. Looks better with your skin tone."

He gets into a firing stance and aims at the cut out.

"My dad might not even say yes. Have you thought about that?"

He fires. One bullet after the other until the clip is empty. The veins and muscles on his forearms stand out; he's gripping the gun that tight.

When it clicks on an empty chamber, he sets it aside and pulls off his ear protection. The retrieval system whirs as his target gets pulled towards you.

"I've thought about it," he says quietly.

You're about to say something when you catch sight of his target. Bullet holes straight through its forehead, a stray or two lodged in its throat. You count them up in your head and compare it to the amount of bullets you saw him load.

He didn't miss a single shot.

He's good with guns, but you've never seen him this accurate before. What the hell is he focused on, to land every shot?

You look up to find him watching you.

"Your dad will say yes. I know he will."

Your dad doesn't say yes.

You aren't aware of it. All you know is that your boyfriend stops walking you to your front door after school, and that your dad is awfully quiet at dinner for a few weeks.

Your dad doesn't say yes the second time either.

It's a late Friday afternoon. You're at study group with your friends while your father and your boyfriend square off against each other. Sun slanting through the big bay windows and spilling in golden stripes across the carpet.

"You're too young."

"I love her!"

"You don't even know what love is!"

"I know enough. I want to be with her. Is that so wrong? We won't get married right away."

"Not. Happening."

Your father is as tight wound as a hair trigger. Your boyfriend not much better. For a second, your dad thinks the kid might actually be stupid enough to hit him.

Go on, give me a good reason to kick you to the curb, you little shit.

He doesn't. Just pulls in a deep breath and turns to leave, door slamming hard behind him.

Your father sits down with his anger still coiled tight in his chest. Anger, and fear too. There's something about your boyfriend that unnerves him. That hair raising feeling of nails on a chalkboard. Not logical at all, but too strong to just be gut instinct.

Kid looked like he wanted to kill me.

You father has to make a conscious effort to unclench his fists.

When you get home that day, he kisses your forehead and prays that you change your mind about the whole thing. Date someone a little less... strange.

No luck. He hears you on the phone with your boyfriend all evening.

Is the kid really going to let it go? Or is he going to keep asking?

Your dad doesn't get his answer. Two days later, his car goes off the road.

Brake lines wore out and finally snapped, the cops tell you.

It's raining hard when they give you the news, little droplets of water on their uniforms despite their oversized black umbrellas.

You're too cold and stunned to answer them.

It's only when your boyfriend comes over that you manage to speak, to think of a sentence or two beyond, "But I just saw him. How can he be dead if I just saw him five minutes ago?"

He pulls you onto his lap and let's you cry into his shirt, smoothing your hair away from your face.

"It's okay baby, I'm here. I've got you."

It's only after the funeral that he asks the question he's wanted an answer to for months. The funeral parlour is almost empty. Your dad's coffin long gone.

He keeps his arm curled around your waist as you bid the last of the mourners goodbye.

"You never gave me an answer."

You blink at him, thoughts mired in molasses.

"An answer to what?"

He smiles, head tilted in that boyishly charming way of his.

"The only question that matters. Gold or silver?"

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)