I am Shookeondan

The shookest shook page of all. A girl shook to Hell and back at all moments.

[aheadfullof-life]

LETTERS TO GOD (JANEY’S VERSION)

(1974)

I don't wanna go to my dads house , so I'm quiet on the drive

Staring out the window at the mile markers just to countdown the time

I saw a deer that must've gotten hit, it made me start to cry

Did he have a mom and dad and were they never married just like mine?

Did he have a little brother that annoyed him all the time

Did he wanna be grownup? Were there places he’d like to climb?

The girls I went to school with got out of school for vacations they never were kind

Now their parents gave them everything, they never yelled or fight

They never had to worry about food on the table or the social worker who would arrive

And could be taken away at the end of the week

Like my elder sisters when they were five

When I was little, I was jealous & sad

I’d say a prayer:

Please, God, I wanna be out of this

I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick

Please, God, I wanna be loved

Don't wanna be somebody they wanna get rid of

Please, God, I wanna be out of this

I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quick

Please, God, I wanna be loved

I don't wanna be somebody they wanna get rid of

(1983)

left Omaha and moved back to Iowa where my boyfriend had some land

He looked so perfect when we met, I didn’t see the way he planned

He talked like love, but slowly made me feel like I was less

I lost myself inside that house and called it happiness

And all my friends were finding love while I was chasing ghosts

I stayed too long, ignored the signs, believed in him the most

And when it ended, I was numb, packed up and ran away

I moved to Kansas just to try and find myself again one day

I drank too much, I laughed too loud, but nothing felt okay

I kept on asking God if all my hurt would go away

And I’m singing

(Chorus)

Please, God, I don’t wanna be sick

And I don’t wanna hurt, so get it over with quick

Please, God, I wanna be loved

Don’t wanna be somebody that you’re tryna get rid of

Please, God, I don’t wanna be sick

And I don’t wanna hurt, so get it over with quick

Please, God, I wanna be loved

I don’t wanna be somebody you’re tryna get rid of

(1998)

Please God or whoever you are

Please God or whoever you are

Please God or whoever you are

Please God or whoever you are

These days, I sleep through the night, I’ve got my name on my front door

I go to work and I come home, I don’t need help to pay no more

But I keep feeling like there’s still a part of me that’s bruised and sore

I’ve got a life that’s full on paper, but I’m aching at the core

And I still flinch when people love me, like they’re walking out for sure

⸻

[Verse 2]

I sit at home and swipe through photos, all my friends have moved ahead

They’re posting babies, wedding rings, while I lie restless in my bed

And yeah, I made it through the fire, but it burned through what I said

Would never break or change or leave—but now it’s only in my head

And I’ve got everything I dreamed of, but I’m empty there instead

I’m empty

⸻

[Chorus]

Please God, oh, you’ve gotta be sick

Why’d you make it hurt and why’s it not over quick?

Please God, I wanna be loved

I want to have somebody they don’t want to get rid of

Please God, is it busy up there?

You took a little while to respond to my prayer

Please God, no, this doesn’t seem fair

I’m trying not to show it but I’m terribly scared

[chilewithcarnage]

'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

[cute-animals-only]

how she likes to use her face to come in

[midnightsatafternoons]

[werenotreallystrangers]

[idonthavevans]

[perenial]

chag chanukah sameach let’s get lit 🕎

[writing-prompt-s]

Despite having pink hair, untold magic power and a tragic backstory, the narrator refuses to make you the main character.

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

I took some artistic liberties but I think you get it

[what-even-is-thiss]

Witch: Ah, so you've come to me.

Maiden: Yes. I need your help.

Witch: Unwanted baby?

Maiden: No?

Witch: Want someone dead?

Maiden: What? Of course not.

Witch: That's all I know how to do. What do you need?

Maiden: I'm starting to see why you were shunned from the village.

Witch: Yes, I've killed a lot of people. What do you need?

Maiden: There's a pox in the village.

Witch: It wasn't me this time.

Maiden: I know. Can you fix it or not?

Witch: No. I'm not licensed for that.

Maiden: What do you mean you're not licensed for that?

Witch: I got kicked out of the herbalist's coven.

Maiden: For killing people?

Witch: For killing people.

Maiden: Great, now what do I do? There isn't another witch for at least three towns over.

Witch: And he's an enchanter blacksmith type. Makes protective amulets and beefs up swords. Makes really good horseshoes. Can't fix poxes. Makes a mean rabbit stew though. And...

Maiden: And is very good at sex and hard to kill, yes everyone knows that. You tell us repeatedly. Even though we kicked you out.

Witch: It's important. How are you not dead yet, by the way? You're an adult and you haven't bought anything yet so you should be dead by now.

Maiden: I'm not into people that way. Your weird sex based spells don't work on me. That's why I'm the one that came.

Witch: I would branch out but I'm barred from taking more classes at the guild. Because of the murder.

Maiden: Right, well I'm gonna go before you poison me.

Witch: What about the pox?

Maiden: I do have a mild form of it so you've been exposed too. Someone of your age is much more likely to die from it.

Witch: What?

Maiden: I'd suggest you find an accredited friend that hasn't been convicted of unnecessary murder.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Maiden: I have come a long way to find you.

Enchanter: One second. (throws a sword over his shoulder where it crashes into several metal tools and starts glowing)

Enchanter: Okay, what do you need?

Maiden: There's a pox in my town.

Enchanter: (pulls an amulet out of his pocket and holds it over her head)

Enchanter: You don't seem to have it, but it's touched you.

Maiden: I got better. Can you help?

Enchanter: I enchant swords. Why are you visiting me?

Maiden: Because the only witch in our town is...

Enchanter: Wait, don't tell me. Are you from Ravenfalls?

Maiden: Yeah.

Enchanter: Tabatha. Of course. That quack.

Maiden: She only kills people and does abortions.

Enchanter: Oh no she doesn't do abortions. She just drowns babies. I don't even think she knows what a fetus is.

Maiden: Oh.

Enchanter: Yeah. Terrible cook too. Normally herbalists are pretty good at cooking but she's just...

Maiden: The worst. I know. Do you at least know who can help? All of our elders and babies are dropping off like flies. People are strapping chickens to their arms. It's a mess.

Enchanter: (clicks tongue a few times) The nearest guy that specializes in pox is in the mountains. Not the coast range but the big angry looking pointy ones to the east. What were those called again?

Maiden: The Death Mountains?

Enchanter: Yeah, those. Unfortunate name, really. They're almost tolerable in the spring and summer. Don't know why they live there though.

Maiden: Can you teleport me there?

Enchanter: Why do people always ask that? Look I don't know what you've been hearing from Tabatha or traveling merchants but that's not safe for living creatures.

Maiden: Then what do I do? By the time I get back half the population will either be dead or still have birds strapped to their arms.

Enchanter: I hate to suggest this but you could like... with a shapeshifting dragon? And then ask for a wish?

Maiden: I'm not into people or dragons that way.

Enchanter: Then I guess I'll see if I can do something for your horse's shoes but that won't be nearly as fast.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Maiden: I have...

Herbalist: Come a very long way to see me. I know.

Maiden: How did you...

Herbalist: Everyone says that. Come sit. Do you like tea?

Maiden: I don't have time for tea. My village has a pox.

Herbalist: Which pox?

Maiden: It's mostly affecting older people and it's... purple.

Herbalist: Oh. What shade of purple?

Maiden: Very bright.

Herbalist: Oh, that's not a pox. That's a curse. Or a curse mixed with a usually just annoying pox. Someone in your area has probably pissed someone off.

Maiden: I'm from Ravenfalls.

Herbalist: In that case I think we can both guess who brought forth someone's ire. Who created it though, still remains a mystery. In any case, you can buy this bag of weeds and instruct people to boil them in small batches and inhale the steam. It won't cure anything, but it will most likely help people breathe better, which may help them survive long enough to fight it off.

Maiden: What do I do about Tabatha and the people strapping chickens to their arms?

Herbalist: My dear, some things can't be fixed completely. Plant this all over your town though and Tabatha will most likely avoid you. You can have these for free.

Maiden: I'm not going to bring some magic plant into town unless I know what it is.

Herbalist: Oh, it's not very magic. It's a cedar tree I've enchanted to grow very quickly. She's deathly allergic to cedar wood and pollen.

Maiden: Oh.

Herbalist: I really can't do anything for the chickens though. People will do strange things when they're desperate.

Maiden: Will I ever know who cursed us?

Herbalist: You may or may not. Wile you're here though, would you care to buy a love potion?

Maiden: I'm not into people that way.

Herbalist: You wouldn't fit in at the witches guild then. That's why most of us go in. It's a very good profession for swingers.

Maiden: That's why I went into city government. Well, thank you for all that.

Herbalist: And thank you for visiting. Tell the enchanter that I said hi and tell Tabatha to take a hike for me.

Maiden: I will. You have my word on that.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Enchanter: Hello.

Maiden: Enchanter? What are you doing here?

Enchanter: My name is John.

Maiden: It feels weird to call you that. You're the magic blacksmith I met on my quest.

Enchanter: I understand. So do you know who I'd talk to about renting a lot here?

Maiden: For what purpose? Oh, right. Me. Talk to me about it. I manage Lord Raven's lots and do logging and hunting permits and collect rent and whatnot

Enchanter: I want to set up my shop here. Business is better here for weapons and ever since she moved out, well...

Maiden: Was she after you?

Enchanter: She was under the impression that we were still married.

Maiden: Yes, she definitely was. Well, I think I can set you up. The village will benefit from having a reputable witch nearby. I'll get you in contact with a carpenter and scout out a spot for you.

Enchanter: Wait, I have something for you.

Maiden: An amulet?

Enchanter: For keeping away unwanted romantic advances.

Maiden: (covers her mouth and starts crying just a little bit)

Maiden: Sir, I can't...

Enchanter: You drove away a person that made my life a living hell for years. You saved your town. You drove out a murderer. You went into the Death Mountains in the middle of the winter. Take it.

Maiden: (takes it) John, did I ever tell you when we met that I desperately wanted to become friends with you?

Enchanter: No, but once I'm moved in I think we can give it a try.

Maiden: I'll get the paperwork and meet you at the tavern. Dinner's on me.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I'm so happy whenever people know exactly where I was going with something.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I’m a fiction writer and tumblr is where I put my ideas that are too stupid to try and publish or don’t give me enough inspiration to fully flesh out. I’m this weird all the time. This one just happened to get some attention.

[alivedean]

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bonus:

[peaceofseoul]

“Alright, here’s the deal: I’ll listen to you until this is empty.”

[hopekidoki]

hoseok ♡ photobooth

[jeonjcngkook-deactivated2025071]

this is out of control

[crowley-anthony]

fuck it (insp)

[yellowpoet]

My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought

[troyetroyetroye]

My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die

[momoiroinkremade]

[theriu]

Im so sorry youve been trapped in the passenger seat all these years Yellow.

[yellowpoet]

GOD PLEASE LET ME OUT I MISS MY FAMILY

[30-minute-memes]

Wisdom if I’ve ever seen it

[cipheramnesia]

Enemies to taco truckers, slow braised 500k.

[crtter]

Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

[crtter]

Me: *doing something for hours on end without stopping*

Someone: Hey, are you there? I was just wondering if you’d like to-

Me: