#was a bloody jumpscare i tell u

[glxthoughts]

i was upstairs cleaning the bathroom when my phone randomly connected to my speaker downstairs so my audio suddenly cut off and it sounded like cecil wtnv himself broke into my house and started monologuing in my living room

[love101imagines]

Way too much

request: could u pls write a imagine with Sinan,I was thinking about him and you being the best childhood friends, but they ended up getting away a lot, so some teacher spends a double job and chooses them to do it together, so they spend a lot of time together and discover that they still like each other

tag list: @zaynlikfalls @wwafangirld @girl-looking-out-window

If you asked Sinan if he had ever been happy he wouldn't answer. However, his mind would go back to the time when he was six and he used to spend every hour with his best friend, meeting you since you two lived in the same neighborhood and we’re the same age. You, the girl he used to play around on the park under his grandpa's care, the same one he used to watch cartoons with until you two fell asleep on his couch, and the one he used to play wrestle until one of you ended up with an accidental bloody nose or a broken tooth.

You were also each other's first kiss, the result of a dare when you two were nine and you wanted to know what it felt like after you watched a romantic movie.

Everything changed when you turned twelve when it was one of those nights your parents were out and you two would stay up late watching horror movies. With a blanket covering most of your face and eyes glued to the TV, you didn't notice how Sinan was looking at you.

When a jumpscare happened and you yelped, immediately grabbing his hand, he blushed slightly, finally realizing he was in love with you. And it terrified him. Even more than the old movie you were watching on the couch in your living room.

He felt his heart breaking when a few days later you arrived at his house on the verge of tears because your dad had received an offer for a better job in Ankara and you would be moving in some weeks. The only thing he could do was hug you, trying to calm you down as you continued crying into his shoulder.

That had to be one of the many disappointments he would face during his life, but he slowly got used to it, expecting people to always leave him, just like you did.

"You're staring." Eda pointed out, a smirk on her face as she leaned against the wall behind her. "Who are you looking at?"

Sinan gulped, back to reality before he looked away. "No one." He snapped in an annoyed tone.

Eda rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as she went back to the drawing on the wall. He mentally cursed himself as he looked back at the group of girls standing nearby, no sign of the girl who had been his best friend for almost seven years. His mind had to be playing games on him, probably from drinking too many that day. There was no way you were at school, he must have seen someone similar.

He didn't have much time to think about it, focusing on the ticket Osman was handing to him for a concert.

"I'm off to the infirmary to sleep." He announced, already feeling a migraine he didn't have any intention of increasing.

Taking slow steps, he walked away from the group. The ticket was in his shirt's pocket, and he only had one thing in mind as he walked through the halls. To stop the feeling on the pit of his stomach after thinking about you in months and to sleep.

"Sinan!"

He didn't even get a chance to fully turn around before you crashed into him, standing on your tiptoes so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He didn't recognize you for a second, believing someone was about to punch him when he heard his name being called but he didn't even have time to flinch.

It was only a second though before his eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around your waist, finding comfort in the fact that nobody else was around and you two were the only ones standing next to the infirmary's door. Feeling you hug him again definitely was one of the best feelings in the world.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, chills running up his spine at the feeling of your skin against his.

You pulled away after a few seconds, even if you were sure the whole hug lasted for at least two minutes until he let you go. "The one and only." You teased.

You took a minute to get a good look at him, your hand still lingering on his shoulder. He looked...well, you didn't care about the bags under his eyes or the fact that his breath smelled of alcohol, the only thing that mattered was that you were with him again.

Sinan looked at you up and down too. Your hair was a bit shorter, not in your usual braids that you used to wear all the time. Your cheeks weren't as chubby as before and your legs weren't as skinny, and the small scar on your upper lip was faded almost completely, just like the one on the bridge of his nose.

But still, you were beautiful. That was undeniable.

You gave him a toothy grin, the same one you used to have all the time when you were kids. "It's so good to finally see you again. I missed you so much."

He nodded, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you, any thought about the migraine already gone. "When did you come back?"

As you started your rant about your father finding another job offer here in Istanbul and coming back a week ago, his mind couldn't help but drift off that you hadn't seen each other in years and many things had happened in between. His parents had abandoned him, he had turned into an alcoholic and he was about to be expelled. You, on the other hand, didn't know any of this, and he was sure you would look at him in disgust once you found out he wasn't the same twelve-year-old you had trusted with your whole life before.

He didn't even notice Osman calling him to meet when the rest until you tugged in his arm.

"What?" He asked emotionless turning to the taller boy.

Osman didn't seem to care, already used to his attitude. "Eda convinced Miss Burcu, we need to find a way to convince Coach Kemal."

Convincing Coach Kemal couldn't matter less to him, glancing at you because he wanted to take advantage of the fact that you still believed that he was the sweet boy who you had grew up with. It wouldn’t last for long, but he wanted to at least enjoy that time until you were disappointed.

You only gave him a reassuring smile. "Go on, I have to fix some things about my schedule but I'll see you later. We have a lot of catching up to do."

A bit less unsure than before, he nodded, giving you one last smile that lasted a second before he left, his heart pounding with so much force he didn't know how the rest couldn't feel it.

While Kerem was busy talking to their teacher, it didn't take much for him to run into you again, sharing your same classes. Even if most of the time he slept through Chemistry class without anyone bothering him, his brows furrowed as soon as he heard someone sitting next to him.

You only chuckled after waking the boy up, Sinan's face softening immediately. "Um, rough day?" You asked, not sure of what to say once you noticed the flask near his bag.

He shrugged, slowly leaving it inside his bag and taking out a notebook, trying to show that he cared about school even if he truly didn't anymore. Nevertheless, your bubbly attitude surely did something to him. It was like you two had never been separated before while the rest of your new classmates didn't understand why the new girl was hanging out with him, the depressed boy who mocked everyone.

It was to his luck that your teacher chose you two to work together on an assignment. Of course, you were happy, thinking you could make up for all the lost time and he allowed himself to feel happy too, even if he knew he'd fuck it up like he always did.

"So?" You started the next day as you two walked towards your home.

He raised a brow at you, his hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "So what?"

You rolled your eyes in a teasing way. "I want to know everything that happened since I left. My parents didn't tell me anything because they're busy with their new jobs and we haven't had time to talk. How are your parents?" You added, mindlessly looking at the colorful neighborhood you were walking past.

It was a loaded question and Sinan thought for a moment, waiting for you to find your keys in your bag. "They got divorced."

You almost dropped your keys in surprise, not knowing what to say like when you found him with his flask. "Oh." You mumbled, awkwardly opening the door for both of you. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know."

"It's fine." He brushed it off, not wanting things to change and be more awkward. "I've been living with my grandpa since I turned fourteen." He explained as he followed after you, taking off his shoes just like you were doing.

"How is he?" You asked with a smile, with a better mood knowing that the older man who used to take care of you two when you were younger was still alive.

"You know him, he doesn't die." He said, earning a slap to his arm.

You two ended up sitting on the floor of your room, a few books next to you, and a music cassette in the background. It felt like when you were seven, and he would trace out different pictures and you would giggle and try to bump his hand out of the way to color it in.

"What was Ankara like?" He asked as he turned the pages trying to look for something.

You continued highlighting a few phrases sitting in front of him. “Um, nice I think. I met a lot of people, went to a few parties, the school was pretty good.”

He glanced at you, absentmindedly doodling on his notebook. “Did you have fun in the city?” He asked sarcastically.

You punched his arm in a teasing way. “Yeah, but there wasn’t anyone like you.”

You only received a small smile before you sighed and moved over to sit next to him, knowing that he didn’t take notes and this was the most he had done in months.

“I have a question for you.” You told him.

“Go ahead.” He answered, still calm which was weird.

If someone else had asked him something personal he wouldn’t have answered or he would have given a sarcastic answer, but you were the one who was asking him. He could never snap at you.

You grinned at him. “How much did you miss me?”

He sighed, turning to look at you with a small sparkle on his eyes. “Way too much.”

It was in that moment with your smile that a small glimmer of hope built inside of him. It didn’t seem to bother you that he slept through most lessons, or that he showed up at school with messy hair and his tie undone, or that he always had his flask close to him. He hadn’t even taken a sip since you approached him that day so you two could go to your house.

“I tried to write to you.” He started, eyes directed to the floor so he didn’t have to meet your eyes. “My mum gave me your new address but...I always ended up crumpling them up and throwing them away.”

When you left, he used to write a letter every day, always trying to find the right words to express how much he missed you and to express his true feelings whenever he thought about you. It helped a bit to pour out all the feelings he didn’t know how to tell you in person, but out of fear of rejection or of ruining what was left of the two of you he never sent them, destroying them completely.

You furrowed your brows confused. “Why?”

A few seconds passed, your music being the only sound in the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fumbling with the hem of your skirt, knowing that things had changed between the two of you. “Sinan, it’s fine, I know that it’s been years since we...”

“Are you going to leave again?” He interrupted you, a hint of anger on his voice.

“What?” You blurted out.

“You left once, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did again.” He continued, a scowl on his face.

You crossed your arms, trying to act firm in front of him. “Are you serious? We were twelve, I didn’t have any choice and you know that.”

You stayed like that for a while, no trace of a smile on your face and a hard look on his until he gave up.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “It’s just, I...I don’t want to lose you again.” He admitted, vulnerability palpable on his voice.

You found yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, hugging him for the second time in the same week. He didn’t seem to mind, his arms holding you by your waist and keeping you close to him.

“I won’t leave.” You added softly. “I promise.”

You tried to pull back to look at him, but it was to no avail, his grip on your waist tightening with each passing second. “Sinan.” You muttered, your hands finding his.

He was painfully aware of how close you are to him. It was like a deja vu from when you kissed for the first time, and with your eyes fixed on him, you didn’t even notice that one of his hands that was on your waist moved to the back of your neck until he was kissing you.

After you closed your eyes, you smiled against his lips. The kiss was slow, and you left your hands on his neck, bringing him closer. He didn’t pull away until you finally did for air, placing your forehead against his shoulder with your eyes closed, feeling your heart beat in your ears.

You weren’t seven anymore, you were now teens who could admit why you felt so comfortable around each other, or why one of the bests things of your day was to talk to him.

“About time.” You mumbled with a smirk, and he thought the same.

About fucking time.

[voughtcorsair]

party poisons asmr-ish youtube channel titles. thanks

written w/ pink @hyperthrust in a fit of hilarity & posted at the request of a friend 😔 some references may not make cents that's just cuz u do not get to see inside our brains sorry

drinking bubble solution asmr

coughing up bubbles

growling 4 10 hours

three-hour long whispered rant about how much i hate tiny bugs

purring mix (+ NEW BOYFRIEND????)

i go on a walk and gently jump off cliffs (+ my friends scream at me to stop doing that but they can't stop me) 50 hour long playlist

near-death experience compilation (thanks for 10k) (set to mr blue sky)

satisfying crunching of scarecrow corpses when kicked (1 hour)

mousekat tells you arcane rituals and summons bloody mary (ending will surprise you!)

TOP FIVE APOLOGIES (the ending will surprise you!)

TOP 10 ANIME DEATHS! YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

making other people angry for stealing their hot goth love interest (PLEASE DON'T SUE ME)

GOTH VS GLAM (my crush does my makeup)

critiquing the finer points of zone psychadelia (SPECIAL GUEST!)

WHY MOUSEKAT IS NOT EVIL (a response to cherri cola) (fuck you)

FUCK YOU CHERRI COLA I HATE YOU (5 hour playlist)

I Adopted Three Teenagers, Please Send Help (blood spilled on camera!)

homoerotic actions with my best friend (complete compilation)

kidnapping feral animals!!! (please help identify!)

following coyotes for 1 WEEK!!! (RABIES SHOT FUNDRAISER IN DESCRIPTION) (time sensitive)

Gone Fucking Mad (NOT POISON POSTING PLEASE HELP THEM)

how many objects can i balance on a sleeping ghoul before he kills me

jet star piggyback ride (i love tall people) (10 hours)

custom mod rayguns (DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. CONTENT WARNINGS FOR BLOOD, BURNS, FLASHING LIGHTS, LOUD AND SUDDEN NOISES, GHOSTLY POSSESSION)

pegging dracs with a crossbow without getting noticed (FOR 4 HOURS)

Teaching My Adopted Brother Hand-to-Hand Combat (HE CRIES)

ULTIMATE CHALLENGE: dropping the V’s in a random location - can they find their way home???

BATTLE ROYALE: Locking Val in a room with a Small Lizard

Val Stole My Car (NEW RECORD)

Teaching Val To Drive (Part 1 of 30)

Teaching Val To Drive (DISCONTINUED)

URBAN EXPLORATION: BLI WEAPONS PLANT (we got caught!!!)

Pro Killjoys Improve 18 Kitchen Gadgets (into explosives!!!)

RAW MEAT EATING CHALLENGE (did not get sick) (GHOUL IS LYING)

36 HOURS LIVING IN THE CAR (pissed jet off)

Helping My Goth Boyfriend Plan A Mutiny

WE HAVE POWER (radioactive baby???)

taping over kobra's favorite kung fu movie (HOSPITAL BILL FUNDRAISER PLEASE HELP)

I Gave Our Kid Radium Water And Now She's Levitating

HAUNTED MASK??? (likes pets)

Living with Rabies: My Story

Harassing Cherri Cola With My Mask: Part 1/??? (i hate this bitch)

The Truth About The Fabulous Four (thumbnail has rly badly edited bli stuff all over)

Harassing Cherri Cola With My Mask: part 728/??? (how is he still scared?)

BLI PROPAGANDA DRINKING GAME (I CANT FEEL MY FACE)

mousekat eats 5000 calories in one sitting!!! (RIP COLA: memorial fund in desc)

Letting My Pet Mousekat Possess A Neutral (NOT CLICKBAIT!!! JUMPSCARE WARNING)

[prorevenge]

Don't Piss off a Horror Junkie

I used to do a lot of community service back in high school, especially when I was in JROTC, as they had events almost every weekend. They had an annual Halloween festival at a local heritage park that half the unit signed up for. A handful of my friends and I (including a girl I was rather interested in) were assigned to help run a haunted museum tour. We had scripts we were told to follow, but they said we can improvise to our hearts' content. The stuff we were told to follow was pretty kiddie stuff. Gross out scares, spooky noises, an animatronic witch jumpscaring you at the end. Typical family friendly amusement.

Well, we soon grew bored of that stuff and so too did a lot of the older kids. So we decided to ramp things up for those looking for more of a thrill. We proceeded to make heavy changes to parts of the exhibit (with the permission of those in charge) and turned it into quite the house of terror if we so allowed it. We even had various levels of intensity based on the age of the audience. It was going really well. A lot of people even made several returns.

At least, it was going well until we had the misfortune of being graced with the presence of one particular obnoxiously snotty and rude preteen. As I gave them the 1st half of the tour, he constantly remarked on how unscary everything was and how lame we all were. Didn't think much of it. We did our job and were glad when he finally left.

About an hour passes and the same kids come in, but with a possy of his preteen companions. We waited for more people to arrive to fill the group. Again he ran his mouth about how lame this place was. But now he has an audience. Now he's trying to egg us on. He tells me that this place is a joke, how it's not scary and all. I said, "well, you paid for another ticket so that's on you this time." Then he begins to insult us personally, starting with me. Okay, whatever. Then he called the girl I like really harsh names. That's when I got pissed. Before we began, I called everyone in. I whisper to them all, "level 5." Level 5 is the highest intensity, reserved for adults or really intense teens. Normally, putting preteens through that would be out of the question. Level 3 should be their tier, but most of them already heard this kid insult everyone. They were in.

We set everything up for level 5 and we all get to our stage 1 stations on the bottom floor and stairway to the theater room above. It starts off like normal and I let him insult the cheap props and me, where I send him to the magician, as per level 1 protocol. Once they leave there, I direct them to follow me, but get grabbed by my friend dressed in a black cloak and brandishing a large knife. I screamed in terror as he yankd me away from their sight and locked the door. I let out bloodcurdling screams and begged for help as he pretended to stab me to death. I snuck around the back to get in the theater room to hide for stage 2. The now freaked out kids and other disturbed adults make their way through a maze in the center of the room, now more difficult to navigate through without a tour guide. My friends all knocked over items around them and moved parts of the maze, confusing them further. After what seemed like several minutes, they made their way out and sped towards the staircase. As they all stood on those stairs, my friend in the black cloak emerged at the bottom of the staircase with his knife hitting the metal railing menacingly. They all screamed and ran into the theater room converted into a graveyard. For level 5, we also turned on a smoke machine to cover the floor in smoke and lay hidden underneath several props. As they passed by, we jutted our arms outward at them, groaning and screaming at them like all good zombies do. I alone got up as they looked at my now bloodied reanimated corpse and chased them down the "graveyard." Another zombie blocked the exit, making the only escape the barber shop room. That place was genuinely creepy already so we just threw a clown barber slitting open his client's throat on the barber chair. He turned to them and said, "Who's up NEXT???" They bolted right out of there and were headed towards the end of the exhibit. The animatronic witch that's there for every level jumped out and gave its lame cackel. They they looked at it for enough time for girl that I liked to creep up behind them in an amish looking outfit, pigtails, and a powdered white face. She whispered into the twerp's ear, "Yeeeesssss. This SKIN will do NICELY." He freaked out and yelled FUCK as loud as his squeaker voice could permit.

After calming down themselves, his friends laughed at him for screaming the most and asking where all that big talk went. He tried to save face and made fun of the exhibit and us again, but it was already too late. His friends knew he was a pussy and there was nothing he could do about it. We poorly hid our dubious smirks and said to have a great rest of their day. We were all pretty proud of ourselves for sticking up for each other and traumatizing a group of kids in the process.

(source) story by (/u/Not_A_Robot24X9)

[notcatherinemorland]

ok i Had a bit of Fancy UpMyArse Analysis about ‘emotional horor’ as a (sub)genre but i then saw a fire emblem post so naturally ive forgotten every other thought in my head. 

i absolutely sound like an asshole, and i know nothing about any of this. but i have a lot of emotions and i like gothic novels so therefore im absolutely 110% qualified to wax lyrical on the failings of modern horror as a genre.

the book i read that had ‘emotional horror’ as a tag-along line was devil rock by paul tremblay (which, wonderful book but i preferred his other two) where the pivot of the fear element, if u like, was the fear of a mother who’s child had gone missing. 

every time i talk about horror genre i Have to do the thing where i define things for the imaginary reader bc when i talk about horror and terror, i fully subscribe to ann radcliffe’s definition. i’m sure ive mentioned it time and time again here BUT because i enjoy talking about it. Terror is ~ the feelings of fear and dread, the suspense of the horror, capitalising on the anxiety, .. the gothic liminal space effect, if ur me, where you Know you’re not safe, but you’re not face to face with the danger. the space in between. Horror is ~ confrontation with the monster itself, fits alongside sublime and grotesque, its shock and repulsion and the immediate threat, the adrenaline rush that comes with experiencing the horror element. 

i don’t say that to be condescending or to mansplain.. i say that so a) any poor soul who reads things i say (future me) knows what the fuck im on about when i talk about it & b) . i just really enjoy chatting about that. i just. like talking about the difference between horror and terror . idk why. i just dig it.  also here down ‘horror’ equals radcliffe horror, ‘horror genre’ = .. the genre of horror. horror as the noun.

anyway. ‘emotional horror.’ i remember it struck me at first because i thought huh isn’t horror as a genre based in emotion? - but with pure regard to modern horror, emotional horror seems to mean the provocation of empathy for the characters, or that the ‘horrific element’ stems from an emotional source - grief, mental health, a missing child from a mother’s perspective. 

i fully admit i haven’t watched/read enough what i could annoyingly call ‘horror-horror’ content, ie films that rely a lot of physical action and reaction to be horror - the shining with physical safety, that one film about the deaf woman being hunted in her cabin in the woods (great film, i hated the experience of watching it.) uhh. i’m a philistine so i’d shove literally any standard horror film under this banner. friday 13th, chucky, that kinda thing. i’m sure there’s really nuanced analysis of them about the themes they explore like omnipresence of religion and how god doesn’t matter in a world with free will and that kind of thing . but the annoying bottom line for me is that if it’s got jumpscares and gore, it gets shoved into ‘this is a film with emphasis on radcliffe horror and i will Suffer.’ so. i don’t watch them. i fucking HATE jumpscares. I am abolutely passing judgement on a genre i have no taste for or care to experience, and tho i therefore should not talk about it . this will not stop me . 

sorry, it’s 1am. where was i. emotional horror. 

modern horror is a very foreign ground to me, because i just. entrenched myself in a little pit of gothic lit for 3 years, discovered that ‘woah! this is a contemporary genre too!’ and then read 5 chapters of stephen king and lost my faith in humanity hjgfhhhj. but emotional horror? that’s a fucking fascinating catagory. but i really bloody wonder why it’s been segregated from pure horror genre. because imo. they Should be one in the same. whats the point in horror genre content if it’s not digging claws into proper emotional fears and making a story out of that. OH one book i loved reading was ‘the wrong train’ by . someone. where the fear is typical and very abstract until the very last lines (spoilers.. where the protagonist is set up to die offscreen) and it’s a Beautiful twist. it’s very strange because the kicker of the book was the very last part and left largely unexplored. but at the same time if a story was to start there and follow onwards.. i’d be likely to shove it in my ‘horror-horror’ catagory. depending on if it explored the emotional effects on the characters in a way that was more than physical. 

films - especially films, because unless the writer is doing a dickhead move and eliminating the character’s emotional depth from the narrative, tend to have superficial displays of terror, horror and overwhelming emotion. by limitation of the medium alone . it’s the show not tell thing all over again. film a woman screaming and crying in fear of the ghost hunting her.. or have the camera circle her, blur all the shot but her, make the shot of her as intense as the emotion the actress portrays. i absolutely sound like an asshole, and i know nothing about this. but i have a lot of emotions and i like gothic novels so therefore im absolutely 110% qualified to wax lyrical on the failings of modern horror FHIGBKEFH. 

it’s one thirty am and i need to STOP oh my god how did i write this much about fucking horror genre but i can’t write 4000 characters of a ucas statement. many reasons, mostly that a ucas statement is zero wasted space and this ramble is 90% dead air. 

anyway. emotional horror. im fucking fascinated . im appreciative of the segregation so i can find things i’ll enjoy. but. why push it into a niche when it’s fucking integral to what makes horror .. good/worthwhile (to be an asshole)/what i personally enjoy lmao

edit: i didn;t actually,, fuckign say this,, when i say ‘exploring horror thru physical means’ like the asshat i am, i mean hack and slash film, gore, onscreen bodily trauma. that kinda content. the things out find in season 4 of supernatural. where the film is very concerned with exploring the boundaries of the physical body ie . get grusomely dismembered. as opposed to ‘emotional horror’ .. like the babadook honestly. where the boundaries crossed are very mental and emotional. 

that.. that’s a whole different post and the one i was actually trying to make. fuck. 

also. i’m just a picky bitch. one kind of horror is not necessarily better or worse than the other, and we choose where we place our value in media. personal taste is paramount and im not here to shit on what other people enjoy. i just happen to be annoying about what i do. 

[bird-pun]

ghost i hope u feel better! if u wanna do takaeishi requests maybe like a movie drabble or smth?

tysm hoyoung!!! I feel a lot better now that i had something to focus on :’D I really appreciate you sending the ask!!

Okay so Takaeishi movie drabble!! I decided to take that and make it a horror movie marathon on Halloween if thats ok!

“Is this really necessary?” Karasuma asks, entering back into his living room to see the chaos that’s unfolded. Blankets strewn about, all of different colors and patterns, with additional pillows and a few sleeping bags haphazardly thrown to the floor. Bowls full of chips lay next to his friends, as well as a few liters of drinks.

Sagisawa and Umino sit on the floor, contemplating the various DVD cases that they’ve aligned in a row, and one of them occasionally mutters and shuffles the order, the other nodding feverishly.

Kamoda grins at him from his nabbed spot on the armchair. “C’mon, eishi, we have to get cozy if we’re gonna have a horror movie-a-thon!”

“Remind me again why we’re doing that?”

“Because it’s halloween! Don’t tell me you forgot?!” Sagisawa calls, not even looking over his shoulder. “Takayama, which should we watch first: Horror Mania III or Bloody Givings?”

“Uh,” Takayama blinks at the sudden speaking of his name. “The first one.”

“Really? Didn’t take you as the type for that…” Sagisawa shuffles a black and red case in front of an eerie monochrome one. “I think that order should be good!”

Umino beams. “This is gonna rule!”

“You like horror movies?” Kamoda asks, shifting his legs to sit cross-legged, holding onto one of the pajama pant legs.

“‘Like?’ I LOVE them!” Umino beams, scrambling back to her designated spot on the floor by the couch, with the blue, pink, and white sleeping bag and pillow. “I don’t get to see them often because my little brother gets nightmares too easily…”

Sagisawa inputs the DVD into the player, then scoots back next to Umino with the remote in hand. Karasuma has yet to move from his spot from behind the couch, but with a glance from Takayama, he finds himself begrudgingly shuffling around and plopping next to the wild-haired boy, shoulders brushing.

“Okay, let’s get this started with. You already took an hour just to choose the first movie.”

“Pshh, okay. But I bet you’ll be the one screaming during the jumpscares.” Umino laughs, reaching forward to grab some popcorn.

“What?! Horror movies don’t freak me out. They’re all fake, and the special effects are usually really dumb, I could never get scared.” He rolls his eyes, cheeks flaring red in response to the giggle Umino produces.

Eerie music starts to blast from the speakers, the shrillness of a particular note has Karasuma’s back tingle. He watches as the camera expertly follows behind a girl, her long black hair swishing side to side as she hops down the hall, looking left and right, unaware of any presence of danger. She passes by a window, and the glimpse of a human face staring back, red eyes watching the girl pass by, has Karasuma flinching. But he’s determined to definitely not scream, or let Umino win.

The movie slowly builds up, filling moments with suspense as it shows snapshots of the fated killer showing up in the background of scenes, and as the family continues to move forward, tripping their way through the plot and right into the traps. When the first person is killed on screen, Karasuma jumps bad enough that it jostles Takayama next to him, who was probably about to fall asleep. The boy drowzily shakes his head, and, holy shit, how can he even think of sleeping right now? Takayama squints at the screen, watches the horrified expression of a neighbor, before he slowly swivels his head to glance at Karasuma, who is adamant in facing forward and definitely not making eye contact with the guy who could tell that this movie was affecting him.

Another trap goes off, and another family member is down in a gruesome act that makes even Kamoda, the boy who got into fights, wince and make a few comments of disgust. Karasuma tries to carefully cover half of his face with his hand, trying not to be too obvious that he’s curling into a ball. He’s going to have that image haunt his dreams tonight. His left hand stays stubbornly by his side, but a sudden scream causes it to jolt and land on Takayama’s right, the action eliciting the same feeling of electricity and panic to spark its way from the tips of his fingers, all the way to his cheeks-but before he can pull it away, the killer appears on screen and cleaves the door of a closet in half in a jumpscare, causing Karasuma to instead grip on tighter.

Takayama, not at all focused on the movie, not so subtly stares at it for a second, before a small, lopsided smile grows on his lips and he looks away, and gently squeezes his friend’s hand in reassurance.

Karasuma feels like he might legitimately die of a heart attack, both from the horror movie playing, but also because of the warmth radiating off of Takayama’s hand, a warmth that makes him want to kick off the blanket he’s wearing and go run around in the cold October air for an hour just to get rid of all the nerves and maybe reflect on feelings.

He takes a deep breathe, and tries to focus back in on the movie. It’s all spins and angles and dark lighting, and the story is mid chase, watching a limping victim move his way to the truck in the forest. The sound plays up, tension growing as snaps of twigs increase on the direct right of the man, and Karasuma just feels like something bad is about to go down. He instinctively leans to the side, pressing his shoulder against Takayama’s and somewhat tilting his head, eyes glued to the screen as the victim picks up the pace and is only a few feet away from the car. He could blame the intimacy on watching a horror movie, right? It was a common thing to cling to the nearest thing when watching these type of things, and Takayama just happened to be that thing. That’s it.

When Takayama lazily tilts his own head a few milliseconds later, he ends up resting his cheek on the top of the bellwether’s hair.

Karasuma completely forgets about the movie, and about the murderer appearing and killing the man in a swell swoop of careful and impressive choreography, too focused on the sensation of Takayama’s gentle rumbles as he fights consciousness, the occasional twitch of his fingers and the knocking of his knee against his own.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there short-circuited, but before he knows it the credits are rolling, and Karasuma’s still stuck in the same position. He tries to shuffle so the one of the others doesn’t turn back to see them, but Takayama makes a sleepy sound of discontent, and it pierces Karasuma’s heart so well that not even 10 blackouts could get him to abandon this moment.

Sagisawa catches his eye, and Karasuma swears he can see the twinkle in his eye from taking in the situation, grin wide, but he doesn’t say anything, just gets up and changes the movie to the next one in the row. The screen changes to a lowly lit black and blue with yellow titled letters, and Karasuma can’t help but feeling the calmest he’s ever been.

[alive22]

my world is better than yours

we gon fight either way until the end

could be more vocal about it

weapon glissing thru the sunlight, pockets ready for the jumpscares

smiles pulling stacks, red carpets under things u said

people bring u things, u ordered it with a tone and a face u know it but u acting dumb

under ur skin i see a message & its fucked up

touching your past while dancing thru the missles it be bloody

floody on ur moody i cant escape voices telling now its time for you to shouldve wouldve get it

throwing hate into the oven jst got the brokeness more flashy n stable

beautiful dead bodys

[moro-nokimi]

a quiet place review that no one asked for

spoilers abound.

oh my god okay why didn't i watch this movie earlier. what the fuck 15 year old me.

i'm always down for a movie w emily blunt (esp if it stars john krasinski) and this is just (chef's kiss). i was spoiled beforehand bc i read the summary years ago and i knew Some Stuff but didn't remember much.

1) i really appreciate the use of ASL onscreen. it's rlly not often that u see it in a mainstream movie, esp one as popular as aqp

2) cochlear implants are so controversial but i was... okay with how it was treated? ymmv bc i'm Hearing, so take the following w a grain of salt. imo, her Deafness and use of a cochlear implant weren't treated as a 'poor her, so sad that she isn't like the rest of her family'; i read it as 'well shit, we have no access to medical care, what are we going to do?' so the dad tries to fix it himself.

2a) I can see other Hearing people going in the 'we're so sad she can't listen to music :(((' (like if sia decided to be a dipshit again) or whatever while also not using a Deaf actress but . jkrasinski didn't do either as far as i can tell. respect.

2b) her Deaf*ness being treated as a disability in the sense that there's nothing they can do to accommodate it right there and then but not in the There Is Something Intrinsically Wrong With Regan is beautiful. and the scene where they figure out The Big Thing is because regan is Deaf* and has a cochlear implant is just. chef's kiss. (also, it has emily blunt smirking and cocking a shotgun. 20/10)

3) THEY HAD AN ACTUAL DEAF ACTRESS AND INTERPRETER ONSET AND THE CAST LEARNED ASL. god that's so good

4) listen i know. the bar is at the floor. esp after the sia-writes-a-really-fucking-ableist-movie-and-doesn't-accomodate-the-actually-autistic-actress-so-she-quits-and-casts-an-allistic-actress-in-her-place Thing (i have no words for it). but it really makes me angry bc bullet 3 should be standard for when you're creating a movie that portrays or discusses a marginalized id heavily. they're both well known public figures with plenty of money. and it rlly says something that i'm like 'OMG THEY ACTUALLY CAST A DEAF ACTRESS + ACCOMODATED HER + THE CAST LEARNED ASL'. that's fucking abysmal.

ONTO THE ACTUAL MOVIE DISCUSSION:

the cinematography is beautiful. oh my god. there's this really sad scene with a lens flare around midafternoon or so? it's rlly immersive. so was the sound. it was beautiful. when regan is onscreen it's complete silence so you're focused on the visuals, and i think that's fucking beautiful. all the chekhov's guns too! i love a well planned movie.

the scares were fantastic. they were all jumpscares but it wasn't jumpscares for the sake of it, you know what i mean? i fucking hate it when horror does that. if you have to scare your audience by making someone go BOO! out of nowhere you need to work on your writing skills. the impending sense of 'oh my god what the fuck what the fuck is everyone gonna be okay what the fuck' is what gets you. not a horror movie, it's a terror movie.

speaking of terrors. those fucking creatures. oh my god they were terrifying. at one point i was worried i was gonna pee myself i was so freaked out, and i've never peed myself out of fear.

THE CHILDBIRTH SCENE. i appreciate how realistic it is in terms of bloodiness. (also, holy shit, childbirth without anesthetic. that shit's at least a 20 on the pain scale. worse than heart attack levels of painful. and she did it by herself?!?) it just made me want to be a nurse more. i never felt more in my element than when i was like (signing) GO GO GO you're gonna be okay, it's all right, breathe, ykwim?

the ending. oh my god the ending. i cried so fucking hard. oh my god. the actual scene before it cuts to black is so fantastic.

TLDR: accessibility awesome. this is not a horror movie, this is a terror movie.

[cafephan]

dan and phil play my horse prince #2: a summary

the trend of curly hair and shaved sides continues 2017 is so good to us j u m p e r they're showing fanart is anyone else getting crafty corner tatinof flashbacks "phil was born under the year of the horse i'll have to keep an eye on him" they're literally wearing valentines outfits bye 'she couldn't find the right words looking at that pretty face....' "exactly what phil thought" phil's new outdated meme to overuse: shook harmonies ("this is the content you all subscribed for") true shit phil's little 'hee hee' laugh phil's judgment of this game is so clear throughout and it's so funny japhan references ("we went on it") "do they have weird ass in japan" aka dan's late night google search phil did a goose noise,,, honey this isn't crossy road anymore you've got a new gig now dan still lies about his job eyebrow raise dan said he hasn't played this part yet but knows all about golden carrots okay boy you do you everyone judges you enough already you don't have to lie by this point "it's raining treadmills, hallelujah" "i love his little prance at the end" look at phil's face when he says "is it time for a chat" i don't know who's more into this game anymore "follow your heart, phil" "... meatiest legs possible" phil the master dater returns "i am a doggo kind of guy" "i'm dating the horse, i'm not dating me" they put so much effort into these answers i think we're getting an insight into 2009 dan's flirting "everyone's sweaty right now" "to all the moderate youtube watchers out there that aren't massive weirdos... i'm sorry" "he's gonna sack you you salty susan" mister english degree slapping out that sibilance "do horses have elbows?" "would you let a horse do that to you if it had that face?" "he's probably stepped on loads of horse poo" living for this immersion thanks lads not ruining the mood at all "this is going to be the next round of bloody fanart now... don't do this!" "it's a horse, susan. it's a frigging horse" phil seriously mate calm yourself dan's slowly losing his sanity as the video progresses but what's new "all it takes is a bit of sexual peer pressure" there is a lot of eye contact with the camera from phil in this video i think he's trying not to look somewhere.... else also why does it look like he's sucking a lemon is he okay okay he's stopped "press your sweaty hoof against our subscribe button" "trot off into the sunset and we'll see you-" horse jumpscare they're into this like they're into each other i tell you danisneighonfire aneighzingphil

[deadtower]

spoiler pls i like knowing things but not always playing them. I watch play throughs on youtube of games im interested in but can't play coz they're too scary

ok read on if you want to know about doki doki literature club and don’t mind being spoiled (so basically if you wanna know but don’t wanna play) but please be warned bc this is some wild and triggering shit. sorry if ur on mobile just pls do not read on this is ur warning

as usual my synopsis got a little long but Hey

doki doki literature club is a dating sim visual novel where you play the Generic Dating Sim Boring Bland Only-Male-In-An-All-Girls’-Club Protagonist. ur childhood friend is sayori and she convinces you to join the literature club made up of her and three of her friends (natsuki, yuri, and monika).

throughout the first few meetings you mostly play poem minigames where you try to impress one of three girls (sayori, yuri, or monika) and they give feedback on your poem depending on the words you chose (you as the player don’t actually write a poem, just choose out of a list of words you think each girl will like and it forms a poem in-game though you don’t ever get to read it). depending on which girl you appeal to you’ll get different routes.

that goes on for a good 20-30 minutes. so you’re lulled into a false sense of security. like tbh even i was like “uhhh where’s the psych horror” and im USED to the heel-face turns psych horror gives you but ddlc literally is a master at lulling u into a false comfort.

anyway so you get ready for the school festival one weekend with either yuri or natsuki. when you visit sayori that weekend she confides in you that she has chronic severe depression and that the reason she’s always late is that she can’t get out of bed most days etc. and that she’s only cheery as a coping mechanism because she thinks she’s literally worthless. she’s also in love with you and confesses to you over the weekend and you can either confess back or tell her she’s your dearest friend.

here’s the kicker bc like in most dating sims this would either trigger a route or not, depending on the consequences.

for sayori, both choices lead to the same consequence: sayori committing suicide.

this is where the game starts to get fucked up. you walk in on her and your protag p much has a panic attack right there staring at her corpse. the game force resets and you start a ‘new game’ except sayori’s sprite in the title menu is glitched out and corrupted. it seems like you’re back at the beginning of the game (route-wise) but sayori doesnt show up to walk you to school etc etc and monika is instead the one who gets you to join the literature club. some stuff is the same but over time you start heading into uncanny valley. like, glitches. random graphics errors. realistic eyes instead of anime eyes (way scarier than it sounds). dissonance in the music. comments that hint at monika being self aware. as time continues these get worse. the poems start being incredibly fucked up. the girls’ eyes and mouths (besides monika’s) start glitching out or getting fucked up graphics-wise. they ‘say’ things that you as a protag dont react to (i.e. natsuki saying “if my father knew about this, he’d beat the shit out of me” about her manga collection in the closet, and “nobody would care if she just killed herself” by yuri, etc etc) even though they’re alarming. you walk in on yuri cutting herself, writing nonsensical stream-of-consciousness bloodied poems, shit like that. anyway the game gets more and more fucked up the farther you go until yuri kills herself as well on the morning of the festival and you stand there with her corpse gradually decaying over the span of an entire weekend because your ‘script’/coding is broken.

the short and short of the game is that monika is in love with you (you the player, not you the protagonist; the protagonist pretty much ceases to exist at a certain point in the game though you get no clues that he does, since it’s so seamless, he just stops reacting or even speaking) and is self-aware. she wasn’t satisfied with being a sideline girl who was supposed to cheer for you as you romanced sayori, yuri, or natsuki, and so she messed with the game’s coding and drove the girls to insanity because she wanted to make you fall for her instead. at the end she traps you in a room in the void and has like 50 straight minutes of unlooping dialogue about different topics saying she’s happy to just stay here with you forever (as she deleted the other girls) and the only way you can exit is by deleting her character file in your Local Files folder (which then has her freaking out but then eventually restarting your game and allowing sayori and the other girls to come back------ though sayori’s position as the LC’s new president makes her self-aware and she has a freakout upon becoming self-aware).

it’s a really fucked-up and triggering game but it’s really interesting to play and like it’s affected in the real world, too, like deleting certain character files does certain things in-game, renaming them gives you secret documents and images and qr codes to look up, there’s all kinds of easter eggs, and the game itself is just really intriguing. i played it for nine straight hours going through and getting all the endings and hidden stuff LOL

but you should definitely not play it if you’re triggered or otherwise affected by glitching, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, death, vomit, unreality, or are sensitive to bright flashing colors. there are also quite a few jumpscares so i wouldn’t recommend playing if you’re even moderately affected by them bc they’re very prominent and upsetting

and that! is doki doki literature club