i cannot wait to unpack that with you

maisie. 20. she/they. queer. this is my side blog that i’m somehow more active on than my main. main: @refillablebutanetorch ao3: @antithetically

[antitheticallyargumentative]

announcement! I am going to be moving tumblr accounts!

i use this sideblog way more than my main and I'm sick of it not being my main because it fucks up follows and likes and such, so I'm going to create a new version of this account. I'll tag it here once it's created so just in case anyone wants to follow me again they can! <3

[antitheticallyargumentative]

okay guys new blog is @antitheticaally if you want to stay in touch!

[not-the-blue]

oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.

phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?

[glorious-spoon]

call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.

call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.

text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.

emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.

[adhdedrn]

Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.

You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."

Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.

You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.

You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."

[antitheticallyargumentative]

announcement! I am going to be moving tumblr accounts!

i use this sideblog way more than my main and I'm sick of it not being my main because it fucks up follows and likes and such, so I'm going to create a new version of this account. I'll tag it here once it's created so just in case anyone wants to follow me again they can! <3

[tenderhooked]

can u give me a 🍎 from ur S3 fic?? i’m so excited to read it

of course of course!! considering it's been, like. approximately five million years since i last talked about this fic, a reminder that i decided to task myself with doing a season 3 rewrite for no reason other than i have a lot of Big Emotions about it. here's a bit - basically the only bit i've written unfortunately - from the amsterdam chapter(s)!

They’ve been biking through the narrow streets of Amsterdam for almost two hours before Roy speaks again. Jamie’s entire body tenses at that first, sharp intake of breath, some buried part of him convinced that whatever’s about to follow is something he’ll need to run from before it has a chance to catch him. But what Roy says surprises him enough that he almost loses control of the bike, fingers twitching hard around the handlebars, badly enough that the front wheel jerks a bit to the side. He rights it in time to process the words through the rush of blood in his ears. “This was fucking…nice.” Roy’s staring straight ahead; either to keep from falling, or to keep from having to meet Jamie’s eyes as he experiences an emotion, Jamie ain’t sure which. Probably both. “Thank you. For…for teaching me. I think—” He hisses a second breath out through his teeth, razor-sharp and whistled. “I think Granddad would’ve been proud.”

[weltenwellen]

Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

[sanguinewolves]

the 5 love languages: song recommendations, parallel play, talking about The Character, offering to kill each other’s parents, gifting little trinkets

[femalescharacters]

Keeley Jones I 1.04 Ted Lasso (2020-2023)

[sijosepedro]

Iktr

[picture-me-in-the-trees]

the progression from “awesome. best. pretty good. okay. a little depressed. it’s all shit, ted” me too bro.

[rylandsgrace]

Percy Jackson Trailer + tumblr posts

[ashenberry]

reblog game put in the tags how you found prev

[literary-cremling]

This character is so important to me and I’m so so so normal about them. Really.

[thinkingofausername]

That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing

[animentality]

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe

[sexnoise]

Reblog if you honestly have NEVER sent anon hate.

[mamahartbigg]

It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this

[mr-ghost-face-deactivated202506]

its crazy how easy it is to NOT send someone hateful messages

[greelin]

idk man being violently hateful/resentful towards children for existing is weird. it’s legitimately just weird.

[greelin]

the amount of parties/field trips i’ve had to help with it’s like…. they’re just kids. they have energy and want someone to listen to them. they’re existing and laughing and having fun. they do not know how to handle everything or do everything. because they are kids. they have their whole lives ahead of them. they love to share things. sorry that makes you disgusted i guess. were you never five. did you not deserve patience and kindness