#spiritual shit at my house

[tiredthingbehindyou]

@i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it @spiderwh0re @maraschino-fairy @thefinder3044

[tiredthingbehindyou]

I don't know if Riley would want to share Jerry, but we can try ig

@i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it

@spiderwh0re

reblog to give your mutuals a BLÅHAJ

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

what do you mean your family can predict tragedies. huh what

It’s weird, honestly? I’m personally quite skeptical and wary of all that stuff myself these days but unfortunately my family is weird and I’ve predicted a death before and I know one of my Aunts gets strange warnings ahead of time, like she knew my Uncle had a serious blood clot and forced him to go to the doctor, and she once had this awful feeling something was about to happen and she had to call someone, so went through her whole phone and when she called her mum, it turns out her mum had fallen asleep at the wheel and the phone call woke her up.

The first one my cousin told me so not sure on that 100%, but the second one I remember her telling me a while ago.

It’s interesting because me and my aunt aren’t biologically related at all, and yet I think we’re the only ones in the family who’s had this sort of thing? Although, my two uncles who I am related too have a very intense sixth sense that I’ve also inherited.

Sixth sense is more of a natural thing though at least. I think some people just have more of one than others.

[ash-and-starlight]

mom was right nobody ever helps in this fucking house

[connectingwithsoul]

I want to live somewhere where I can look at the stars every night. The expansive sky, trees, a house we built together, a bathtub outside on the deck, tea, and you... And our pool table. And a book shelf. And 2 cats and a puppy! And maybe a kid in the future. An extended guest house where my mom and our friends can stay. A creative room. A TV projector. A big sofa around it in a warm, cozy house with lots of wood...A fireplace of course ! A lake. A lake house maybe ? Interested? @connectingwithsoul

[tiredthingbehindyou]

@spiderwh0re is scared to come to my house at night because I fucking live in one

[tiredthingbehindyou]

Masterlist

I only write females romantically. Males will only be platonic.

Fandom Stuff

Fandoms I'll Write For

Genshin

Percy Jackson (I go by the books)

Hazbin Hotel

RWBY

Code Adam

(Suggest other things for me to watch/read)

Genshin

Fontaine

Furina

The Curtain Call

The Show Must Go On (Part 2 of The Curtain Call)

Percy Jackson

Camp Half-Blood

Nothing for now...

Camp Jupiter

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

A Bowl of Elysian Fields

Hazbin Hotel

Heaven

Coming soon...

Hell

Coming soon...

RWBY

Nothing for now...

Quote Prompts

In the country of the story, the writer is king – Shirley Jackson

And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before – Iain Thomas

Other Stuff I've Written

War

What My Personal Tags Mean

tired's reblogs – rebloging something

tired's rambles – random stuff that comes to mind

tired's responses – responding to an ask

tired's writings – the rare occasion I actually write

tired's self reblog – my reblogging my own post

spiritual shit at my house – my talking about the weird unexplainable stuff that happens in/around my house/neighborhood

ask by °☆|(anon/username)|☆° – me acknowledging the seemingly fellow human who sent the ask

request by °☆|(anon/username)|☆° – me writing out the request

notes for the story – notes for the story I'm working on

Barry – posts mentioning Barry

Riley – posts mentioning Riley

Larry – posts mentioning Larry until his existence is proven or disproven

The Ghost Shit

Barry – The thing in my parent's closets

A bitch

Lonely

Hides in either my mom's closet or my dad's

Riley – The thing under my bed

Probably a teenager Is about 17-18

Is attached to a stuffed shark I own named Jerry

Might be starting to be getting attached to me (Is attached to me)

The one I will propose to if I don't get a gf by the time I turn 21 because I'm lonely and Riley is 100% queer (Got a bf, but the gf thing is still possible /j) (unless???)

Used to hide in the closet 🤨

Larry – The possible thing on my back porch

Dogs were barking loudly and I heard a knock on the glass door multiple times

I was not going to be the stereotypical white girl is a horror movie

Marcella – The one who randomly appeared in my guest bedroom

Gay

Pretty sure she died by hanging

Sometimes hangs out with my grandma in the guest bedroom

The Forest – Whatever the fuck is in the forest I live next to

I bothered it by randomly going into the forest (I sometimes feel a pull to go into the forest)

I think we've come to a nonverbal agreement that I only go down the trail to try and get close enough to pet the deer that have been showing up

Hope I can meet whatever the fuck it is

[tortoisebore]

lmfao 😀 here’s what i did this weekend 😀 lmao 😀 haha 😀 holy shit 😀

[sensitivegoblin]

Someone should sexually use me to fill the aching hole

[ourlordapollo]

I've lost the fucking ability to compose quick everyone join hands and pray for Apollo Synthius

[science-lings]

me, looking at a male character: for totally not sapphic reasons I'm going to turn you into a woman

[witchking-jr]

hey beloved gremlins of the web site.

I’m pondering escape and freedom from the psychological torture of fundamentalism this fine evening, and if you too escaped that maze, tell me about it.

Among people who grew up in fundamentalist religious environments and ended up leaving, you hear a lot, and rightfully so, about the trauma and grief and lost experiences of growing up that way.

I could tell you all those tales, but not now.

What about the feeling of the crack in the rigid little box, the realization the horizon is not a boundary but a portal, the sudden expansion of the self, your past self, that had the courage and boldness to say fuck it and walk out?

I had a few such moments, but the most vivid was a day in October of 2009. I had ridden my old mountain bike to a Campus Outreach event near the U of M campus. Campus Outreach was the college ministry of Bethlehem Baptist Church in Minneapolis, the deeply dysfunctional, patriarchal, and white supremacist church I grew up in.

We played Ultimate Frisbee, a game I hated. As I had for almost my entire time in church culture, I stayed on the sidelines, body buzzing with restless energy, which I now recognize as intuition, telling me to leave, that that place held nothing for me.

I finally, fully, listened. I made some excuse, got on my bike, and rode away. It was raining. And do you know what it fucking felt like?

It felt like that part in Pilgrim’s Progress, when Pilgrim loses his big bag of sins. I felt like I’d lost 70lb of dead weight, physically. I felt the restlessness subside, replaced by euphoria. No one could make me go back, and no one had any real leverage, except fear, and that was feeling like a rotten thread instead of the thick rope it used to be.

I rode back to the West Bank through Dinkytown in a haze of happiness. I was free. I’d freed myself. I hung around church with my family for awhile, out of guilt and habit, but that was the beginning of the end, and the birth of every other beginning: being bisexual, being nonbinary, being non-monogamous, leaving Christianity fully, changing almost every single political view I held, allowing myself to be the artist who had been pounding on the walls since I could hold a crayon. Changing myself and being changed so radically that it still makes my head spin, well over a decade later.

Fundie Christians love the narrative that someone who left Christianity was tempted, corrupted, deceived. In reality I’d realized I could fit thru the bars of the cage, the prison guard was a dead scarecrow husk, and the big scary gate was barred with a toothpick.

And since that day, I can tell you from the deepest part of my soul: every part of my life got better. Every single thing.

So tell me, where were you when you realized you were free?

[theninaproject]

also if tlou has inspired the duffers as much as i think, im thinking about in s2 how Will describes the spreading of those vain like tunnels…. and i suspected this before even watching the show, but whos to say the Upside Down hadnt built a living breathing organism right under Hawkins in s2, and it’s still there with its built in hivemind mechanics… just waiting, waiting for someone like Vecna to bring it back to life.

[tiredthingbehindyou]

I think Riley missed me and I don't go near Barry.

[littlegirlywithtendancies]

Hero x Villain

In the city of Garnet, there lived the loveliest of Heroes and the Terrifying of Villains.

The Hero was named Sapphira, for she shone like the beautiful gemstones, she had a lovely smile that never left her face and a strong resolve to protect the people, she was kind, always took care of them to the young to the old like a mother, and never hesitate to be their guiding star.

On the other hand, Obsidian, the Villain and the foe of the Hero was Terrible, he never hesitated to hold people hostage, and always gleed to see their fear, especially the lovely hero, destroying buildings and the lives of the people, without an ounce of mercy in his cold gaze.

So like oil and water this two would never be friends, their goals, priorities and station will never let them be any form of allies.

But deep in the night, where the clock has struck 3rd in a lovely building living in a pent house is two couple, A lovely woman, who's sapphire eyes held deep affection to whom it was observing and before her is a man, who's suite still on, dirty and bloodied, but it was unmistakably the villain, Obsidian, the man smiled a gentle smile, and walked to her with giddy movement, they hold each other with such warmth and affection, and kiss like the other hanged the star.

It was love, deep love.

"Hello my Obsidian." The woman smiled, her face mirror that of the lovely hero, Obsidian looked shy as he says "Hello my Sapphire."

"You scared me half to death when you vanished like that my dark knight." Sapphira whispers, pouting as her hands deftly pick off the dirt and grime accumulated in his excursion, "I'm sorry my love, but I was alerted that the Villain a city over was getting too comfortable in his britches after killing his Hero, I was just getting rid of some bug before it became a problem." Something dark gleamed in his eyes.

"Mmhhh.." Sapphira hums in acknowledgment, as the blood on his suite starts to float off, Her hands elegantly guiding it to the sink where it will never be found.

"So was there any problem with the Mayor my love?" Obsidian strikes, "I've heard his been trying to push you off the heroics ever since you became more popular, anything I can do to help? I can give the Mafia a friendly tip if you want?" Sapphire smiles, grateful for her lovely husband's gesture.

"No need, all this protesting is making better cover, all eyes are now between me and that stuck up old man, the news too. " Sapphira says, taking off the mask, beholding her like a goddess was Ruby red eyes, it makes Sapphira's heart flutter everytime. "And besides, we can always replace him later." He hums, "True, if that's what you want dear, it doesn't mean he can't have something bad happen to him after." Sapphira laughs, "You're such a protective doggy my dark knight." Obsidian humms in affirmation, blushing like a virgin boy getting complimented by his crush.

A click of the door interrupts them, and with a flash Obsidian turns into a normal man, opening the door was a teen, 16 years of age, who looks giddy and excited for unknown reasons.

"MOM!, DAD! I GOT IN!" The boy screamed, excitement shone in his amethyst eyes, he strongly ignores whatever prior engagement his parents had, he didn't want that in his consciousness.

The two broke apart, excited for their child, they know their baby has wanted to be a hero, and now he was finally ready to join their mother in the agency.

They celebrated, together baking a cake and excited for the new future awaiting them.

Their baby will be alright they both have prepared the boy for everything the boy desired to achieve and they weren't afraid the boy would be in danger, the city was their territory, no one would hurt their boy in their city.

Inspired by @Brittanycoates on YouTube while I was doomscrolling shorts.

[tiredthingbehindyou]

Apparently something lives under my bed that has glowing eyes according to @i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it

Halp

I'm naming them Riley