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shit memory who dis
Random, but a really handy way to make things seem creepy or wrong in horror is to make them incongruously neat or clean:
In the middle of a horrific battlefield, you find one corpse laid aside neatly, straightened and arranged, its arms crossed neatly across its chest
As you walk through the garden, you gradually realise that the oddness you’ve been noticing about the trees is that they are all perfectly symmetrical
As you move through the abandoned house, you realise that suddenly that there’s no dust in this room, no dirt or cobwebs
You hear hideous noises coming from behind a locked door, screams and pleas, and visceral sounds of violence. When you manage to break down the door, there is no one there, and the room is perfectly spotless
In the middle of a horrific battlefield, a hollow full of churned mud and blood, you find five corpses cleanly dismembered, each set of limbs or parts neatly laid out in their own little row
You witness a murder, a brutal, grisly killing that carpets the area in blood. When you return in a blind panic with the authorities, the scene is completely clean, and no amount of examination can find even a drop of blood
You run through the night and the woods with a comrade, pulling each other through leaves and twigs and mud as you scramble desperately towards freedom. When you finally emerge from the forest, in the grey light of dawn, you turn to your companion in relief, and notice that their clothes are somehow perfectly clean
You hand a glass of water to your suspect, talking casually the whole while, and watch with satisfaction as they take it in their bare hand and take a drink. There’ll be a decent set of prints to run from that later. Except there isn’t. There are no prints at all. As if nothing ever touched the glass
You browse idly through your host’s catalogue, and stop, and pay much more attention, when you realise that several items on a dry list of acquisitions are ones you’ve seen before, and it slowly dawns on you that each neat little object and number in this neat little book are things that belong (belonged?) to people you know
Neatness, particularly incongruous neatness, neatness where you expect violence or imperfection or abandonment, or neatness that you belatedly realise was hiding violence, or neatness that is imposed over violence, is incredibly scary. Because neatness is not a natural thing. Neatness requires some active force to have come through and made it so. Neatness implies that the world around you is being arranged, maybe to hide things, to disguise things, to make you doubt your senses, or else simply according to something else’s desires. Neatness is active and artificial. Neatness puts things, maybe even people, into neat little boxes according to something else’s ideals, and that’s terrifying as well. Being objectified. Being asked to fit categories that you’re not sure you can fit, and wondering what will happen to the bits of you that don’t.
Neatness, essentially, says that something else is here. Neatness where there should be chaos says that either something came and changed things, or that what you’re seeing now or what you saw then is not real. Neatness alongside violence says that something came through here for whom violence did not mean the same thing as it does to you.
Neatness, in the right context, in the right place, can be very, very scary
And fun
I’m gonna be more into destiny rather than scp because of the new dlc
I haven’t been active here because of college and personal stuffs
Cayde-6: From now on you’ll have to refer to me as ‘Cayde: Lord of the Flames!’
Andal: Hey ‘Lord of the Flames’, your cape’s on fire.
Cayde-6: [screeching]
Playing Warframe, early 2019: This game is hard!!!!
Playing Warframe, now: I want a Garuda
🎉 HAPPY 2020 🎉
This absolutely works and provides you free amusement
This absolutely works and provides you free amusement
oh god there are 13 and 14 year olds following me now
remember kids
-dont pierce/tattoo yourself. go to a professional. i know it costs money but you will hate yourself when you end up with a painful infection
-get a hobby/use creativity as an outlet. even if its “bad”, even if you never show it to anyone else. drawing/writing/etc is a great way to vent your feelings and make you feel good
-you can, for the most part, shape your experience online. filter tags that make you uncomfortable, block/unfollow people who start unnecessary drama, whatever. social media is meant to be a positive thing!
stay safe, have fun
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.
Actually no this is the post of the decade
Reawakening this ancient beast of a post for the end of the decade lmao.
IT FINALLY CROSSED MY DASH HOLY SHIT!
And you made it crossed my dash uwu
i’m gonna make it through this year if it kills me
best posts of the decade
message to de west: get sillay
message to all bitches: please survive (source: CNN)
gotitforcheap no powerade in america (more of a bit than a specific post tbh)
markiplier vs. LA gangs
homestuck sharpie bathtub
i want to study at a british university
say hello to mechanically separated chicken
blogger ryan nosdrinker gives a lesson on how to blog
ron paul funeral city (any post)
jory’s three weed smorking girlfriends
mikey what do I do
ray sipe thanos car
john green cock
slurp on my gurt
they’re talking about fucking KISS?
trajan you fat fucking wop respond
khaled khum
grimelords WoW den death coverup
they got bitches in museums? alive bitches?
tom oatmeal dog baby pottery wheel
juice in my mouse
i just got high right in front of my momthers eyes
they are going this drink after me when i die: the horsepussy
high key banging the history professor WITH papa smoke
worst
“the men of tumblr” fedora post
sixpenceee heals
miss officer and mr. truffles
do you love the color of the sky
dashcon, specifically the $20k ask
randy your sticks
moreos
a post that a dear friend of mine has asked me to let be forgotten
the first cybersmith post to introduce the human pet concept
the god damn fish blog saying fuck
me and my blind cat - surprise, OP is a necrophiliac
anything to do with bones
you’re my pockets daddy
that hamilton hiv cannibal mermaid fanfic thing
high key banging the history professor WITHOUT papa smoke
updated with links. thank you
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
oh man this tea is delicious
[a picture of a clear teacup filled with tea. On the cup it reads “the only way to keep theatre alive and relevant in pop culture is to make it more accessible”]
Teen Titans Go! To The Movies (2018)
AT LEAST USE A DISGUISE TO HIDE YOUR IDENTITY?!
Citra is REALLY bad at meowing. She sounds like a broken party favor when she remembers to actually meow.
OH MY GOD
Being an orange female kitty is already rare, but you had to go adopt the one in a million who can’t cat properly
She came in a two pack so I had to.
Simcoe (left) and Citra (right), both girls. Both rescues. Both biological litter mates (sisters). Both long term loving projects to teach human trust to.
Simcoe got 100% of the meowing capabilities.
WAIT! WAIT!! So, are you telling me that actual, normal meow was the sister? Who, seemingly, just meowed at the moment because she saw her sister struggling so she tried to help by giving her an example???
THAT was actually Seymour. Who does also love Citra, but wasn’t really helping. He’s just very vocal because he’s an exclamation mark in a cat’s body.
Just by his eyes it’s clear he really is an “exclamation mark in a cat’s body” 😂😂😂
“an exclamation mark in a cat’s body” may be the best description i’ve ever heard