[enquainted]

no time to beat around the bush, if im being honest. the amount of breaks i’ve had to take from this blog is outstanding and while on my recent one i have come to a very big decision. i haven’t been feeling very good in the roleplay community. there is an ignorance that is settled here and it hasn’t made me feel very welcomed, accepted, or heard. not only has there been a degradation against my female character, but i feel with any other characters that i have made and i get it if you’re getting tired of my characters thats fine. i dont ever ask for much especially when i had bad days and what not and asked for some attention or kind words. if anything, non mutuals were the ones who contacted me and while only a small number of mutuals did reach out, i do appreciate you for that….but i feel like it was done to shut me up after many posts about my troubles.

all in all, this community doesn’t make me feel good and when i take these steps back out of it, i feel so much better. i’ve felt more accepted and heard on twitter and on my personal blog and i think that’s where i need to be since there, not everyone is concerned about aesthetics or the popularity of your blog. deny it all you want, there are instances where people are still held on a pedestal.

so, this big decision doesn’t include me deleting any blogs since they are a time keep and have a lot of things i’ve written that i might need for future reference, but i’ve decided to leave the public roleplaying eye. im going to be making a private blog for a different character and i wont be giving out the url. if you feel so inclined to ask for it, then feel free, but no promises will be made by then either since i would be most likely to give it to people who i feel care and/or care to write with me. my time wont be devoted into this one blog though and i’ll be spending most of it either doing personal things, twitter, my personal blog, or my edits blog which i wont be giving out unless someone asks (no promises there either).

with my time spent here i have made a handful of close friends that i see beyond being just mutuals and i know for sure that they care for me and they know i care for them. who knows, i might give up and come back, but until then. goodbye.

[enquainted]

no time to beat around the bush, if im being honest. the amount of breaks i’ve had to take from this blog is outstanding and while on my recent one i have come to a very big decision. i haven’t been feeling very good in the roleplay community. there is an ignorance that is settled here and it hasn’t made me feel very welcomed, accepted, or heard. not only has there been a degradation against my female character, but i feel with any other characters that i have made and i get it if you’re getting tired of my characters thats fine. i dont ever ask for much especially when i had bad days and what not and asked for some attention or kind words. if anything, non mutuals were the ones who contacted me and while only a small number of mutuals did reach out, i do appreciate you for that….but i feel like it was done to shut me up after many posts about my troubles.

all in all, this community doesn’t make me feel good and when i take these steps back out of it, i feel so much better. i’ve felt more accepted and heard on twitter and on my personal blog and i think that’s where i need to be since there, not everyone is concerned about aesthetics or the popularity of your blog. deny it all you want, there are instances where people are still held on a pedestal.

so, this big decision doesn’t include me deleting any blogs since they are a time keep and have a lot of things i’ve written that i might need for future reference, but i’ve decided to leave the public roleplaying eye. im going to be making a private blog for a different character and i wont be giving out the url. if you feel so inclined to ask for it, then feel free, but no promises will be made by then either since i would be most likely to give it to people who i feel care and/or care to write with me. my time wont be devoted into this one blog though and i’ll be spending most of it either doing personal things, twitter, my personal blog, or my edits blog which i wont be giving out unless someone asks (no promises there either).

with my time spent here i have made a handful of close friends that i see beyond being just mutuals and i know for sure that they care for me and they know i care for them. who knows, i might give up and come back, but until then. goodbye.

[staticyell-blog]

there’s  just  five  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  four  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  three  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  two  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  one  more  hour  and  then  we’ll  start  again.

[staticyell-blog]

there’s  just  five  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  four  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  three  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  two  hours  left  until  you  find  me  dead.    there’s  just  one  more  hour  and  then  we’ll  start  again.

[wtfmalhgo]

I just saw a kid yell ‘fuck off’ at the top of his lungs and then his phone started ringing so he picked it up like 2 fucking milliseconds after it started ringing and said “hi mama” in the softest god damn voice I’ve ever heard

[fantasms-blog]

    hello  ,  all    …    let’s  start  this  of  with  a  starter  /  plotting  call  !

[fantasms-blog]

    hello  ,  all    ...    let’s  start  this  of  with  a  starter  /  plotting  call  !

[fantasms-blog]

YOU  PLAY  A  GOOD  GAME  ,  BOY.    BUT  NOW  IT’S  FINISHED.

[fantasms-blog]

    THERE  WAS  ONCE  A  TIME  WHERE  YOU  WERE  HAPPY.    where the days were spent with mother and father readied at the breakfast table  ,  father with his old pair of reading glasses scanning the newspaper  ,  and mother with a smile as  radiant  as the sun.    mike would be the first one downstairs to join in the morning feast despite his mischievous plan he held for the later day.    jody was probably working in the garage on his car and mike doubts that he ever went to sleep the night before.    the waffles are warm  ,  the orange juice bitter  ,  but they compliment each other.    there’s school later on in the day where he plans to ditch with his friend kenny.    might as well since the teacher didn’t have an agenda for the day.

    so  ,  mike met up with his friend of only a couple years down the street.    they’re trying to build a functioning car that they can race in.    one in the wooden mobile and the other on a skateboard.    mike was always the one to end up on the skateboard.    he didn’t mind this since he got a chance to practice his ticks and flips to  woo  the other kids at school.    they were always so impressed.

    their street was small so they didn’t have much to work with  ,  yet they irresponsibly chose to test out their rickety new invention down the sidewalk.    their parents didn’t have to time for hospitals if found in the middle of the street.    kenny was the one to test out the car    ...    again.    mike coaxes him in whichever ways to go.    TRY  SERPENTINE  !    he suggests.    it was all going to well as kenny swiveled near the edge of the sidewalk and towards the fences of their neighbors’ homes.    at a sudden point  ,  kenny got too caught up in the push and pull that he ran off course and into the tin trash cans of a very grouchy neighbor.    an  older  man.

    he’s a white haired only man tucked in old time  -  y suits.    it’s beyond the boy’s comprehension as to why he chooses such attire.    the old man hisses to come towards him  ,  a crooked finger demanding they come closer for a scolding.    kenny can’t seem to find the confidence in himself to move any closer.    feet are like nails to the concrete.    mike’s brother taught him other    ...    or has he perhaps learned from distant observing  ?    there’s one foot put ahead  ,  another one soon to follow.    arms cross over chest as he raises a chin waiting for whatever the older man has to offer.    without a moment’s thought there is a swipe across mike’s face using whatever old man strength he can muster.    

    though  ,  this didn’t affect mike in anyways and instead  ,  after standing stoic for a long couple of seconds  ,  a sneaky smile grows on thin lips as she turns around to kick the trash cans once more and run off with his good friend.

[fantasms-blog]

reminder that mike doesnt remember where the fuck he is ever

[nostalgicgifs]

Phantasm (1979)

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[fantasms-blog]

wow, sorry i wasnt here for halloween but let it be known that ever since shit with the tall man started, mike hasn’t been able to do trick or treating stuff. before, he really loved it and always had fun, even as jody grew out of it. even now, as an adult, he’ll still want to go trick or treating. good night.

[fantasms-blog]

YOU  PLAY  A  GOOD  GAME  ,  BOY.    BUT  NOW  IT’S  FINISHED.

[orb-s]

[fantasms-blog]

“ there’s nowhere to hide. ”

    there is only an exhausted glance given towards the thing.    it  was a walking cliche.    he’s heard it in movies  ,  read it in books  ,  and he has learned that there is  always  some place to hide.    even in a mind where you displaced memories or reminders  ,  a secret pocket hides just for you to be within it.    ❛      oh  ,  yeah  ?      ❜    he says voice not quavering and holding a clear confidence there.    ❛      why  do  you  hide  then  ?    like    …    let’s  get  past  the  whole  creepy  factor.    why  don’t  you  just  go  up  to  someone  ?    i  know  someone  better  than  you.      ❜    boasting about his own monster seemed odd on his tongue  ,  but he saw this as a way to divert attention from himself.    ❛      someone  who  doesn’t  pussy  around  !      ❜

[fantasms-blog]

“be still, be quiet.”

    he hides in coffin as she instructed for him to hide there.    mike was planning on it anyways since the displays were always so welcoming.    the tall man was after them  ,  but they managed to make their escapes.    the boy had brought her along just so that she can see what ridiculousness that was this whole cemetery.    lighter was slipped between the closed top of the coffin to leave a small divot for him to peak through.    she would go find a clear way around and he would distract if the tall man soon followed.    so there he waited.