#or why i’m having them

[shittyness]

i had another dream..

atp i’m really just posting these for fun, and so i can look back and remember them lol

(also i’m not posting all of them, cuz a lot of them are the same lol)

anyway, watchers terrorizing me pt 3!!

ok so, for context, i was home alone at my moms last night, and i share a room with my sister there (who, just to be clear, was not there at all last night)

anyway

my dream opens with me waking up, but not opening my eyes, to my sister doing homework/reading a book out loud

and while my eyes aren’t open, i can still tell the lights are on and such, so i’m really annoyed because im tired and want to go back to sleep

so i ask her to shut up

then she gets really freaked out, asking who said that and such

and i responded with some smartass line like ‘who do you think?’

and she stops for a second, before continuing to read aloud

that’s when i try to open my eyes to sit up and say something to her

and i can’t open them

but i can still see

i can suddenly see in third person that my sister isn’t there, and as i claw at my bed and eyes to try to pry them open

then i think maybe this was a dream

so i go to look at the clock (i normally can’t see numbers in my dreams/nightmares, so that’s how i tend to figure it out/get out of them)

and when i turn the disembodied eye that’s giving be third person pov to the clock, i see that it’s in galactic

and it says ‘watch’

then the scene turns purple and i’m snapped back into my body (where i’m still trying to pry my eyes open) and i hear:

you will learn to see

you will watch

and just then, i manage to get my eyes open, and through the tear-fogged vision i see my hands covered in purple blood (?) (i don’t actually know what it was, but based on the context of: i was clawing at my eyes two seconds prior, i think it was supposed to be blood)

and then i woke up

and the craziest part (to me) was that i was only asleep for less than 30 minutes

normally when i get these weird dreams and nightmares it’s when im in a deep sleep, and i wake up at like 4 am

so that really unnerved me

[chloesimaginationthings]

What if Mike got the bad ending of the FNAF movie..

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[froody]

Every time I hear the words “Spanish explorer” I think of that set of remains they found in New Mexico that belonged to a conquistador who was killed with a broad axe during the Pueblo Revolt of 1680 and how his skull was used as a model by Bone Clones so now everybody can purchase a version and see how he died like a punk bitch.

lol

[alicent-archive]

Ah, yes. Team Green. Featuring a repressed lesbian still reeling from the fallout of her complicated situationship. An evil grandfather who eventually will become jobless. A guard who doubles as a stepfather and a hit man. An alcoholic. A doomed prophetess. An overpowered anime villain and his geriatric nuclear warhead. And a fourth child who may or may not exist.

[meltedmush]

This is definitely the largest bulk post I’ve ever done,,,,

[cowardlykrow]

“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus

[frogs-in3-hills]

can i be real with yall i kind of hate fandom assigned siblingisms because often it’s just used as a signifier of closeness rather than an exploration of any of the things that make siblings narratively interesting imo. and i think a lot of that comes down to the fact that people enjoy the fantasy of relationships that are “naturally” eternal, ie, intimacy without having to do The Work. and i will never shame anyone for indulging a fantasy through fiction, this is just not something that really works for me. where siblings become compelling, imo, is within that unique “eternity” (whether societally imposed or genuinely forged in childhood and blood) and its power to trap and hurt. where the people involved don’t do The Work, or The Work they do isn’t enough. they’re tied together but some wounds take a long time to heal—if they ever do. wounds that they share, or wounds that they inflict on each other

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[leahaart]

Kissy kissy

[ewwww-what]

Nobody is as excited about the preview as I am. I have paragraphs.

[deep-space-lines]

I am inflicting, or perhaps bestowing, upon you: Garrus as various unnecessarily sexualized references that come up if you look up refs of women with guns :)

(( @milkywayes i know we’ve like almost never interacted but the silly comment i left on your post would Not leave my brain. I need to show u what you inspired ))

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

[magicicephoenix]

Hello! I uh, got lost getting here! Happy late Halloween! Do you have anything left over?

( if I already sent this please ignore! )

happy belated halloween!! you get comparison of how i draw Sun and Moon now vs the designs i had two years ago :)

[flyingbuddiies]

i’m making a mic shimeji!!! im not sure when i’ll be done but probably like a week or a few since i’m doing a lot of stuff and coding extra behavior animations in.. but take a little snippet

[moonpatroclus]

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒕 🤍✨

I’ve thought about this commission every day since the Elucien week prompts were announced, and I’m so excited to finally get to share it 🫶🏻 thank you to Vamorii, who as always, took my concept and created something even more lovely than I ever envisioned 💗

For @elucienweekofficial day 6: Fearless

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