#this is really cool and I like it.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

HOOOOOO BOY. This is ACTUALLY the longest thing I've ever written I think. So yea! Enjoy my spontaneous little gift for ya since we talked in the disc!

Where is it where IS it godda— oh. There it is.

The pill bottle rattled as Adam shook out several more of the capsules than he should've. So much for "too much ibuprofen will cause liver failure."

It hurt. Not just the werewolf stuff, but the fact that every little preparation he did had to be done alone. He had to sneak out of the shared bedroom, don't forget the stupid amount of drugs to dull the pain, lock the door from the inside, forget the drugs, unlock the door—

Gah. God, why didn't he tell Jonah. I mean.. surely he'd help once he came around.. no. No. He'd cower. Scream, even. Not even Adam wanted to know what it looked like from someone else's view.

In nothing but a old, tattered tank top and shorts, the floors of the shabbily held together house were freezing against Adams skin.

Gh. Starting to regret not wearing shoes, but I only have three other pairs 'nd I keep getting side eyes from Seth about the fact I haven't worn many different things lately. Can't risk any more clothes. Not anymore.

Avoiding instinctually flipping on the light in the kitchen, Adam made his way to the window, unlocked it, and just as he was nearly homefree—

Flick.

"Adam?"

Oh. Oh No.

The sudden light burned his eyes.

"...hhhey, Sarah.." Adam spoke with a faked groggy tone. He was wide awake, and Sarah couldn't know why.

She seemed exhausted, Adam couldn't tell if it was from waking up or the usual seemingly idiotic shenanigans he had been pulling lately.

"I—" she started, only to pause and take a breath. "Have so many questions. One, what are you doing—"

Adam could barely get a word in before she cut him off, continuing.

"Two, where are you going. Three, PUT SOME DARN CLOTHES ON. it's middle 've winter!"

Adam sighed, hand covering his bite, straining himself not to clutch it as it stung.

"One, I'm leaving, two, nowhere important, three... Ok fine you caught me. I'm not.. that cold."

"You're shivering."

"Am not."

"... Adam don't make me fight with you, man. Go to bed. Whatever it is you're up to, it can probably wait—"

"That's the THING it ca— gahh. Look. You wouldn't get it."

"So, you're saying I'm stupid or something?"

"No! I just—" Adam winced in pain, the scars on his body flaring up. "ghhHH— I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine."

"..you're clearly not if you're saying that. Just.. tell me what's happening. You've really started acting weird lately, you're honestly starting to remind me of—"

Shut up shut up stop talking I see the little gears in your head spinning, Sarah, Please-

"—Seth."

"OOOKAY, that's enough of that conversation. Can I please get going now?"

Adam could feel his tendons shifting. This was it, huh. Sarah was gonna co-sign her own death certificate if she didn't back off now.

"No, Adam- dude it's freezing out there! You honestly wouldn't make it past the front yard in that."

"...watch me."

Thinking he was joking, Sarah didn't bother to stop him from throwing himself out the window and booking it.

Sarah attempted to speak, but was unable to put any coherent sentence together that would explain the sheer disappointment and confusion she felt.

If only she knew.

YOOOOOO /pos

Wolf boys feral-

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

big bro jazz

[noodles-and-tea]

Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[pirateprincessjess]

Adapting a movie into a pinball machine is a surprisingly difficult task. But the Princess bride pinball machine does it really well!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory fears FNAF DJ music man...Abby does not

[akiretv]

true besties wear eachother's merch

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr please don’t remove it

Last five days 最後五天～～～

[soupdwelling]

lonelypocalypse?

[noodles-and-tea]

also what about an inverse twins in time au where ford went back to the 60's and stan stayed in the 80's?

Oh this is super interesting

[isjasz]

Damn guys this new anime's opening is fire. U should all check it out i think. The mc is a bit of a maniac but the series seems pretty cool so far /SILLY

[evercelle]

orv bookmark draws, pt. 3! chps 226, 254, 310 - [ part 1, part 2]

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."