#the fears as the five w’s

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

okok so if we’re going on like the fact that the Fears are differently “organized” in this new world what if it was based more in the feelings that come with the fears??

as in: fears of the mind (kind of fits w “something wrong” im just workshoppinh tbh), fears of the body (like the second ep), fears of something wrong (something foreign/bad in one’s body, something indescribably off about a situation, maybe even something missing), fear of the unknown (things in the shadows, something that looks empty but actually isnt).

or the feelings that, in context feel bad, but can also be associated with a sort of euphoria. control, hunger, calm (perhaps unnervingly so?), understanding (slash paranoia), being part of something (feeling whole/complete?). the things that you feel when fear is combined with obsession

bc honestly these things are also lines that connected the Big Fourteen. The statement giver in Lost John’s Cave describes her feelings of being in a pitch black cave prior to the experience as true peace. obsession and hunger are pretty much all of them in a way. jane prentiss felt in control and loved by her worms and wasps in a way

[evilstoner]

i think using real animatronics really enhanced the experience of the film. not just in the charming yet uncanny way freddy + friends robotically stomped around but also when they finally reveal springtrap at the end of the film. the way he lumbers in, hunched over. immediately recognizable as an animatronic but theres something Wrong. he's moving too fast, too lifelike. that has to be a person in a suit. he found you, mike.

it was really effective idk guys

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[send-me-a-puffalope]

These two photos are singlehandedly holding up my entire concept for live action Security Breach

[om340700]

i like to think that my mc has huge ass mer dca plushies & belphie takes them every once in a while

[loyalexecutor]

All these reassurance posts/videos/etc. are so fucking useless that I cannot help but sneer everytime I run across one, because I know myself as a direct rebuttal to their ""proof"" they use to reassure social anxieties.

"What if they secretly hate me" — "They're close friends with you/your lover for a reason. If they hated you, they wouldn't stick around." except I stuck around. Stick around, even. I know people's actions aren't necessarily correlated with their feelings, because I Do That. Don't pretend like it's not possible for close friends or significant others to secretly hate you, for I've done that, therefore it is very much possible.

"What if they only pretend to like me out of a sense of obligation" — "No one has the time to hang out and pretend to like you. They're there because they enjoy spending time with you." except every social interaction I have in my life is done due to a sense of obligation. I don't ever enjoy spending time with people, including those that consider me a close friend. Don't pretend like it's not possible for close friends or significant others to pretend to have fun with you, for I've done that, therefore it is very much possible.

"What if they'll suddenly leave me one day" — "Someone who's spent Years side by side with you won't suddenly leave you; bonds are stronger than that." except that is how the majority of my social contacts had ended thus far. At the drop of a hat, regardless how long or "close" the bond was. Don't pretend like it's not possible for close friends or significant others to suddenly leave you, for I've both done that And had it happen to me, therefore it is very much possible.

"What if they find me annoying" — "They'd not display enthusiasm in your interests if they weren't interested too, let alone encourage you to go on." except I always encourage others to do so despite finding them incredibly annoying, since that's vital for one to feel comfortable. Don't pretend like it's not possible for close friends or significant others to fake enthusiasm and interest, for I've done that, therefore it is very much possible.

"What if they're lying when they say they love me" — "There are literally zero reasons to lie about that." except it's ridiculously easy to lie and there are so, so many reasons to do so. Some malicious, some not. Mine usually isn't, but that doesn't matter or change the core truth. Don't pretend like it's not possible for close friends or significant others to lie about loving you, for I've done that, therefore it is very much possible.

I know these words are supposed to be comforting, and honestly, if people are comforted by white lies, who am I to butt in? But to me, I couldn't be possibly comforted by ""proof" that my own experiences, especially My Own Actions, immediately contradict. NONE of this is evidence, I Know So, and it's naive to treat it as such.

The only thing that had ever worked for me against any sort of "Fear" is a resounding "So What". So what if they secretly, utterly hate me and will disappear the second they get the confidence to do so? No, I don't worry about annoying people, or if they're lying to me, or any of the sort— I "know" they do. In the sense, that, I will always, without fail, choose to act under the assumption that they hate me, and— if entirely free of consequence— would choose to harm me, for I have zero reasons to believe that people tick differently than I do, for I know every single "evidence" anyone ever brings up about it can easily be utter horseshit.

I know that choosing to always go with the "worst case scenario" is considered to be miserable, but considering that I am apathetic to the outcome, I believe I am way better off than those who ease their mind with white lies and get screwed later on.

[marsbotz]

i get why ppl hate the vips acting but i love it i think its so funny

[mechieonu]

FROM THE START self-love and acceptance has been one of the major themes of the series and if ANYONE could benefit from that tigress is RIGHT THERE

[callixton]

sorry that the only things i have to write for barba are like five hundred stories abt consent issues and him telling people he’s kinky. unfortunately he’s on Complex Consent Issues: The Show they just hate to acknowledge that

[paradoxcd]

me squinting at s4: i'm liking it tua is always gonna be fun to watch but girl we are once again doing Same Narrative Thing to five. i just think we could have mixed up the dynamics more if it was gonna be him doing Further Timeline Gymnastics. i just think i missed five interacting w his family like i get doing things on his own is his whole Thing but it takes away some of the heart of the show fr me personally. a known five enjoyer.

[fivevotesdown]

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[its-all-papaya]

sleet sun and tsunami :) everybody else already asked the other ones i wanted to ask smh

-> weather wip asks

noooooo i'm sorry :( ask them again i'll give other answers or lie or smthn idk :,)

🌨 Sleet - What's the most you've ever written in one sitting?

i don't have the exact number, but i think at one point in september or early october i wrote deadass 8k of dad lando in a single day. which tbf was probably like ten HOURS of writing (i am insane), but that was still, like... longer than any other FULL FIC i'd ever written lmao. a lot of the first 40k of dad lando came in huge chunks bc i would spend like a whole sunday working on it.

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

my favorite part of dad lando is SO HARD bc there's literally 90k of it to choose from....

my favorite complete scene is the first one of ch 10. it's the emotional climax of the fic, and also the most major turning point in terms of lando's decision-making/feelings about oscar/etc. it came out of FUCKING NOWHERE for me, but i cannot fathom the fic without it now. and i cannot describe it here either, bc i want it to hit for all of you when you read the fic.

my favorite part of WRITING dad lando has been writing the bits where anybody is cuddling emma. like... as i told you last night, after spending so long thinking about her, emma feels like MY little baby. so putting her in lando's lap for him to squeeze and kiss on her tiny nose is very important to me. having max pick her up and spin her and tell her she looks pretty is very important. it's funny bc EYE am constantly in my own head like "she's three. make her walk. ppl cannot carry her everywhere. she's three. she doesn't need to sleep in lando's bed just bc she's cute. she's three, she can do things alone, she's pretty independent" like am i her parent?? 😭 it's a struggle not to just coddle her through all 17 chapters, let me TELL you.

🌊 Tsunami - When and where do you like to write?

i write EXCLUSIVELY in bed, but largely bc that's where i spend 90% of my free time. sometimes i change it up and sit on the floor to type for a bit. as to when... whenever? a lot of it ends up being at night after work bc that's the only time i have off, but i treasure and cherish the times i am free to write before like 4pm bc i think my brain works better then.

[kootr-a]

hey uhhhhhhhhhhh I know this is maybe redundant to say on this particular webbed site but. interview with the vampire. is kinda fucking good. what the fuck

[mechieonu]

someone worded this better on twitter but i would be so okay with tipo never becoming canon. like. i just want to see more of them & the five in general bc i can't get enough of them; my paranoia is just that if (& that's a very big if) a romance gets written w zhen when the potential between tigress & po's friendship has been building over three movies i will cause 17 natural disasters at once

[hopedoomed]

i don’t believe in god anymore. i don’t believe in my father either.

independent, selective, and canon divergent elizabeth afton of five nights at freddy’s. features crossover verses. by ant (she/they). follows from deathsbecome.

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[superdiaz]

UHHHHHH I JUST GOT MY DRIVING LICENSE AT 24 ???? AT LAST