#truly horrifying

[hollowhauntedheart]

I can’t fucking believe this . 😭 CELESTE ( @lovekitty-dearbianca ) W/ HIR WHITE PEOPLE SHIT !!!!

before anyone gets on my ass .

[nalyra-dreaming]

Started with the Lazarus Project and boy that is some good shit as well

[eleccy]

Destrudo changing genres depending on the POV is funny. From Murder Mystery to Psychological Horror.

It got range, also I bet Phoenix felt some horror once it was clear just how far Kristoph stuck in claws into Apollo.

Also I like the thing of “Evidence to bring him out of that darkness” that we see in Apollo Justice but with Apollo instead of Klavier.

yes, yes to all of this! thank you!

[trapeye-hawkintyre]

Therapist: the BJ action figure can’t harm you

The BJ action figure in question:

[manny-jacinto]

what happened to jeremy renner?

a snowplow machine ran over him. apparently one of his neighbour who is a doctor did a tourniquet on his bleeding leg which probably saved his life. he underwent surgery and he's apparently stable

[vulpixelates]

i truly and deeply hate ken donnelly mass effect w every bone in my body

why is casual misogyny and him being horny supposed to be endearing. why do the people at bioware think this is the type of person i want to hear commenting on my crew and their bodies every time i walk through fucking engineering.

[pbaintthetb]

I’m very intrigued by all the wips but 👀 at Rumours of My Death have been grossly exacerbated or how to solve your murder in 7 steps and Detective WWX especially

heh, i have lots to say about my wips, so thank you for asking :-)

So rumours of my death was originally more of an experiment in writing in a different style and it was kind of working but it's jgy pov and it makes jgy feel kind of ooc so, i got stuck on it...

the actual premise of the fic is that JGY is in the Guanyin temple- before it's the Guanyin temple and still a brothel, he's rennovating, when he falls down the stairs and wakes up in the Guanyin temple about a day post-guanyin. In his past body- anyway, so he's dead.

but jgy is confused because nobody is talking about him! and he's important! and then he starts to get some suspicions about what might have happened and is determined to sus it out! The problem is JGY has ideas about the what but not the who...

Kind of serious cracky which is why it's a bit ooc for jgy (JGY is not the straightman which is normally how i write him in crack stuff so it's odd) but fun if I can get back to it.

detective wwx is old and i think i talked about it last time ahah, it's another deadset au (im basic), the one inspired by the deathnote musical soundtrack (i have not seen deathnote)

the whole premise is that mxy leaves a note for wwx before he kills himself telling WWX that he better get on with killing the people before the golden ghost decides to show up

anyway this is a very interesting development for wwx, and wwx realises the rough time frame the GG must have appeared, thinks it's responsible for sunshot and goes full on angry batshit detective mode to kill it and get revenge for his and a-yuan's murder, completely refuses to actuallly follow MXY's or NHS' plan- he even ditches LWJ! that's how serious things are!

have a snippet:

“A real Ghost…”Wuxian says, voice a little hollow and mind whirring. Again- how long has he been dead? From what he inferred in Mo village it’s a little over a decade but barely- What’s happened?

[ausefulblogforputtingthingsin]

Communist food supplies, of course, have so much more varied supply lines and neeeeeever any contamination.

But yes, check your apple juice just in case

Every time there's a food recall that spreads from one company to the next, even from generic brands that are unique to the store selling them, it makes me realize the illusion of choice under capitalism hyped up by conservatives is a bunch of bullshit.

Oh and uh, don't drink apple juice for a while. Arsenic. And it's more than just Aldi and Walmart

[derangedfujoshi]

I'm worried about the future of our world if this is the level of reading comprehension people have

Right?? It's honestly worrying. Also what mainly concerns me is how they didn't even ask for clarification, like, it's ok to not get something immediately and it's ok to ask, hell I always worry my message won't get across the right way so I'm here for any clarification! But no! They read it incorrectly and decided it was fine to be a little bitch on anon based on a WRONG ASSUMPTION ABOUT A POST I MADE ON TUMBLR.COM 😭

[hollowhauntedheart]

A real fucking horror story

Content warning - FANON MASKY!!!! THAT STUPID TWINK!!!!!

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It was supposed to be a normal night. I get on my phone, look at my socials, log off to go draw, all the normal bullshit. I listen to a bit of music (Hollywood Undead, Nico Collins, Ice Nine Kills, etc., use your imagination), and then I play some video games. That’s all it was supposed to be, yeah?

I guess someone had other plans.

See, it was around 3am. I know what you’re asking- “why the hell were you up at 3am?” Because I was drawing. Simple. Sure I had something to do in a couple of hours, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was my yaoi fanart while I listened to Millionaires!!!

Anyways, so I’m scribbling on my iPad. I’m working on my artwork of guys kissing. In a few minutes I’m going to get on my phone and look at Discord to yell at my friends.

Just then, someone taps on my window. This of course, freaks me the fuck out. It’s three in the damn morning- who’s tapping on my window? It ain’t rain, and it ain’t the wind. This is horrifying. I turn off all my devices and pretend to be asleep, despite the internal dread I’m feeling knowing that someone is at my window.

Then, I hear my window opening. Woah- what the fuck? Now this is pure horror. I shut my eyes tightly and pray for all this to be some sort of dream, nightmare, anything to know that this ain’t real. I clutch my plague doctor plush and feel my lip quivering. Fuck.

I suddenly feel a presence in my room. The sound of boots hitting my floor and the smell of the outside world hitting my nose as I still pretend to be asleep. There’s a presence looming over me now, and I’m debating on if I should just get up and fight this person off. But they may have a weapon- what do I have? My fists? Yeah right. Like that’ll save me.

“Wake up,” I hear. The voice is… god, so irritable. It’s high pitched and squeaky. Talk about a bad break-in. That’s when I realize that I may just have power over this person.

So I drop the act and swing my fist, hitting something. It’s the person, judging by the pained yelp. I get up and grab the closest thing I could- a prop axe. I begin beating this mysterious foe with it, wincing at every pained groan and yelp I hear. I’m not violent by any means, but I felt like a fucking wrestler in this very moment.

After a bit, I see that they’re weakened. I drop the prop axe and put my foot on this person’s chest. I lean down and pull off their stupid mask.

God, I felt like my soul left my body when I saw their piercing blue eyes. The only thing I thought was, “oh god, please get this person brown contacts.” Not, “Jesus Christ, someone broke into my home.” That’s how pathetic and weak this guy looks.

“Please,” he whimpers. “I’ll leave and never-“

“Shut the fuck up,” I interrupt. “You don’t get to break into my home and then ask me for mercy. Who do you think you are?” I sneer, pressing my foot down more. He yelps again. At this point, I’m wishing that I had grabbed something heavier to knock him out with.

“What’s your name?” I ask. “The police are gonna have a field day with you.” I comment. The intruder doesn’t respond.

“Name.” I demand. He winces. “T-Timothy.” He says.

“Hi Timothy,” I say, getting my foot off of his chest and forcing him onto his feet.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna get the fuck out of my house and if you dare come back or even think about it, I will not be as nice as I’m being to you right now.”

“Do you understand?”

He nods quickly, so I force him back out of my window and shut it with more force.

Since that day, I haven’t been able to get the smell of cheesecake and those piercing blue eyes out of my mind. I sometimes still see them when I close my own eyes. They haunt me. It’s like my house is haunted by that twink-truder.

I hope I don’t see him again. If I do, I’ll be keeping my fucking word.

[talesinfallacies]

it has been less than century since the holocaust, and the ‘international community’ did not learn a lesson from all the souls that were lost, and thus allowed it to happen again under a different ‘leadership’.

[aymethyst]

isnt an inside out sweden just demark

yknow what would be a fucked up phone feature

[unstoppable-juggleknob]

sometimes you open a pistachio only to discover that someone else beat you to it. and sometimes that discovery happens a fraction of a second after you put a roasted little worm into your mouth.

[kayrma]

my friend and i went on wattpad to see what kind of marauders fics were being published on there and we found one where james, lily, sirius, remus, marlene, dorcas, mary, and REGULUS were in a poly couple like excuse me what do you mean there are BLOOD BROTHERS in this poly relationship that is INCEST

[wibbly-wobbly-kylie-wylie-blog]

do I like this man or did I just get excited for a little bit

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cherik as that one pink nightgown and blue pajamas holding a candle picture

this is so rushed but like. but like i see the vision and i needed to share it with all of you ok. pov you got caught raiding the fridge at 3AM