#what's this

[cleverreports]

We report in the early evening: the sun is fixed right there like a lighthouse, piercing through the clouds. The air pressure is stable, there is not much wind. On the horizon, the weather looks the same as it has been all afternoon. We think time might have stopped altogether.

[xemnas178]

drink this?

(so,what's that mysterous drink?)

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[melody-sy]

i am so excited for mario & luigi brothership

[peculiary]

Detective Comics #38 Apr 3, 1940

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

I noticed that some characters in Zero's Journey, including Jack, Sally and Lock, Shock and Barrel aren't affected by the snow or cold weather etc. Does this have anything with them being monsters or undead humans? If so, were any of the trickster trio an undead human who froze to death, if so, who?

I think them being dead contributes to this! After all, we don't necessarily see Jack shivering/reacting to the snow in Christmas Town during 'What's This?'. (We do see the Werewolf shaking it off of himself at the end of the movie, but all the Residents embrace the snow otherwise). Sally likely doesn't have any nerves to feel temperatures, I think.

I don't necessarily headcanon any of Lock, Shock, and Barrel to have been frozen to death, but it could make sense for any of them..!

[luna13e-blog]

"The brain is a very mysterious thing", Evan mutters over his beer, looking at an unidentified point at the back of the bar.

Regulus raises his eyebrow at him and huffs a short laugh. "Yours specifically, yes."

Evan shrugs and downs half the beer in one gulp, placing it then in the table and starting to mindlessly peel off the label. Regulus gives him a fleeting smile that he doesn't see, still looking at that mysterious unknown point in front of him.

Barty looks at them and huffs in mocked exasperation. "Fine, I'll bite. Why are brains so mysterious, Evan?"

Evan smirks, still not looking. He always bites. "Because I was thinking about next week assignment and then got a very detailed picture of me licking your nipple piercing", he answers, his fingers rolling the label to make a little ball.

"That's not mysterious, that's you being horny", Regulus points out.

"Black has a point, but aren't all our brains inherently horny?", Barty says, looking at Evan with that crooked smile of his. None of them has to look at him to know he is thinking about the exact same mental image now, just from another angle, peering down a head of golden hair on his chest and big hands sweeping on his sides.

"Perhaps", Evan concedes, "the mysterious thing comes if I told you what did I think of after".

They fall into a silence for a couple minutes.

"He is waiting for you to ask about that", Regulus nudges Barty's knee under the table with his own.

"I know", he answers, looking at Evan and shaking his head. He doesn't say anything else, he busies himself stealing the beer from Evan's hand and taking a sip.

Evan doesn't react, smiling to himself.

Regulus taps his long fingers on the table. One, tap, two, tap, three, tap, four, tap, five, tap.

Barty groans. "Fine. Tell me what did you think of after."

Regulus snorts and Evan smile turns into a grin. "You lasted five full seconds, bijou, that must be a record", Regulus says while patting Barty's shoulder.

"I am an inherently curious person, is a character trait", he defends himself.

"A beautiful one", Evan concedes, licking his lips, blue eyes still fix on the other side of the bar.

"Well...", Regulus purses his lip in annoyance, "aren't you going to tell us? Or that mysterious brain of yours has finally shut down?"

Evan grin gets naughtier and he finally looks back to Regulus and Barty. "I thought that it reminds me of the tangy flavor of your cock, Regulus".

It happens all at once. Barty chokes on another sip of Evan's beer and coughs between laughs while Regulus sighs and shakes his head

"You don't have a mysterious brain, Evan, you only have a horny one", Regulus states again.

"And you apparently have a metallic cock", Barty teases, still laughing.

"You have had it in your mouth, you tell me", Regulus almost spits but the curve on the corner of his mouth betrays the intended coldness in which the sentence is said. And the other two know that mouth well enough to notice.

"I haven't had my own nipples in my mouth, so I can't compare", Barty says almost ending the sentence with a 'du'h' and then adds, "but I'm a big fan of how your cock tastes".

Evan nods agreeing, still smirking. Regulus sighs.

"I fucking hate you", Regulus says, but there's the curve in his mouth saying the contrary, "there's not one evening when we don't end up talking about sex".

"You don't hate us", Barty says quickly.

"You really fucking don't", Evan joins.

Regulus huffs.

"I wonder...", Evan starts.

"Don't", Regulus warns.

"Do", Barty perks with a smile, even knowing Regulus is going to kick him under the table. Which he does. "Ouch, if you're going to abuse me at least kiss me first". Regulus rolls his eyes.

"I wonder", Evan continues unfazed, looking between Regulus and Barty, "will the taste of your cock change if you got a piercing?"

Barty laughs. Regulus huffs.

"I really want to know. For the science."

"Pierce your own cock, Rosier"

"I can't lick my own cock"

"Believe him, he tried", Barty supplies.

"I don't doubt it. But I'm not piercing my anything."

Evan recovers his beer from Barty's hand and sips while the later half-pours with a "no fun".

"Pierce yours, Crouch"

"I can't lick my own nipples, Black", he says mimicking his tone and then he looks at Evan and pretends to whisper, "I believe he is getting dumber"

"I am not", Regulus huffs. "You two are insufferable"

"Maybe...", Evan concedes with a lopsided smirk, "but if I pierce my cock, would you compare?"

"I.. honestly..."

"He would", Barty grins.

"He will", Evan states.

Regulus just draws his hand across his face sighing in exasperation. "Fine. I will. For the science."

"For the science", Evan and Barty say in unison.

"I honestly hate you...", Regulus says with a smile that betrays him.

[langleapp]

Can you guess the language from the sound?

It's been an ordeal to implement, but Langle now also has sound to help you guess the language! (whenever available) Just press the button in the topright corner and turn up your volume 😁

[dutchessofcaladan]

So, on Tuesday of next week, I'm auditioning to perform in my choir's "Christmas Cabaret" show (something new we're doing to raise money for a trip). Well, I decided to do What's This from The Nightmare Before Christmas because it's one of few Christmas-y songs I know pretty well and actually enjoy singing.

Here's the problem: I didn't take into account how bad my stage fright is.

Back when I took theater, I had to perform in front of the class and I was fine. But 2 days ago, my choir director had me try and perform the song for him because I told him I was nervous. I began the song and couldn't finish it. I nearly had a full blown panic attack right in his office. I honestly didn't understand why, though. I'd performed by myself in front of him before when I'd auditioned to be in the choir.

So now, on Tuesday, I'm going to have to perform in front of him as well as the theater teacher.

And yes, I could just, not audition to be in the show, but the thing is...I actually really want to do it. I'm just...absolutely terrified.

Right now, the main thing I'm doing to manage it is basically following Danny Elfman's (who also suffers from stage fright) method and simply saying "Fuck it".

So, if you guys have any other tips on how to not collapse and have a panic attack on stage or if u guys simply want to try and make me feel better about it (which I could honestly use right now), feel free to reblog this or message me!

Send help & love,

callsigntundra

[scarefox]

I what now? (I am here since 2 years)

there is no more info on my profile lol

also it is not even actually in one of these categories on the profile or visible somewhere on my account, it's gone when i refresh 🤔

[landboundstar]

Mr. Unlucky

I think I might have previously posted, but I felt this deserved an October reshare.

Mr. Unlucky

To a guy from Kentucky, I am Mr. Unlucky, and I'm known throughout England and France. - Jack, Nightmare Before Christmas

Jake Smiley hadn't planned to go hunting on Halloween night, but moonshine and money had a way of filling in Jake's schedule for him. So, when the moon rose on Halloween, he was walking down the side of one of the hills that looked out over Lexington with a rifle on his back to keep an eye on his uncle's fields. He'd had enough moonshine and whiskey that his steps staggered a bit, but he managed not to trip over vines or roots, keeping his footing enough to not tumble down the hill, rifle and all. Messing with farms was a big problem in their part of Kentucky. Horse farms especially were protective in case anybody wanted to mess with their thoroughbreds. His uncle's vegetable farm still had its own problems though. Most of the year, it was people taking shortcuts through the fields and trampling the growing crops. But in October, he had a devil of a time  just keeping the local children from sneaking out into his pumpkin patch at night. There were those that wanted to steal pumpkins for jack o’lanterns or pies, some who decided to sneak across the field for fun, and, the worst of all, those who just came into the field to smash pumpkins and tear up the plants. It had been a rough month this year, and Jake understood why his uncle was worried about leaving the pumpkins unguarded while he drove to go pick his aunt up from a trip to help take care of her mother.

Picking his spot like he would for a hunting trip, Jake sat down, and took a pull on the flask that still had a touch of whiskey in it. It wasn’t as cold as it got some years, and Jake had just started to let his mind wander a little when the familiar sound of rustling pumpkin leaves started. Carefully, Jake listened for the normal giggles and taunts that he expected to hear. But instead, he just heard rustling leaves coming from the field. And it was plain as day that there was someone else in the pumpkin patch with him. Slowly, they were pulling themselves up from the ground. 

Jake was steadying himself as the rustling grew louder. “You better stop right there, Mr. Unlucky” Jake called out, with his hand resting on the butt of his gun, hoping to scare the intruders off before it got to the point of having to raise a gun. He didn’t want things to get that out of hand if he could help it. But the rustling kept getting louder and louder. Taking a breath, he started to raise the rifle before he started to see what was actually rising up.

This was no child or poacher. Instead, a bony hand lay on a leaf, and a man in a suit, clean and crisp as if he was getting ready to head to church and not sitting in the middle of a farm field at night, started to rise up. His head was down, like a sleepwalker or a doll until he was all the way upright, and then he raised his head up and Jake Smiley looked in horror at a smiling skull.

Then, Jake Smiley did what he had never done since he had first gone hunting as a boy. He dropped his rifle. It hit the ground and went off with a startling bang as he ran off down the hill towards town, flagging down a car as he went. There are people around that part of Kentucky who claim you could hear him screaming the entire time, although Jake would deny it.

Of course, there is another person you could ask about this story, if you can find the right door in the woods one day.

[finlayholmes]

Liane forced me into opening up a blog, don't know why it's necessary but she wouldn't leave me alone.

[emostudent]

nothing is more sobering than the realisation you, in fact, hate one of your friends

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

WIP EXCERPT

“What’s going on there? Is she acting different?”

“I can’t tell. She’s not talking to me… but I think she knows something. I tried drugging her.”

“Does she know what we did?”

“That I took her? I don’t know. But she woke up screaming, probably from a dream, and she wouldn’t let me touch her. She’s always called me her dad, always referred to me as the only family she has… but now she’s different. All I know is she joined some website with her friend and won’t shut up about it.”

“What’s the site called?”

“I don’t know. It’s about pen pals or something. That’s all I remember.”

“Oh my god. It’s DearYou. I think she found [REDACTED].”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know. Keep an eye on her. Lock her door if you have to- but they can’t remember each other. He knows too much.”

[bearpillowmonster]