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okay i tried slowing down the cantina song to make it sad but instead it sounds like something that would be playing in the black lodge

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OP: “okay, let’s make it sad!” *accidentally opens a portal to the universe of Grim Fandango*

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This is what you hear when you come into my room and I’m dissociating

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you made it sexy

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I knew the kid was trouble as soon as he walked in. The old man didn’t give me any warm fuzzies neither. Sure, I needed the job, but I had a bad feeling about it.

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it’s time to look at some photos of pikas carrying plants and flowers in their mouths

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La Vie En Rose playing from another room Edith Piaf

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Me standing on a gorgeous stone balcony outside of a grand ballroom, breathing in some fresh air because the fumes of the champagne and the loud joyous noise gave me slight sensory overload. The wind beautifully moves my gown.

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me dissociating in the waffle house off some highway at 1 AM after poppin a dime in the record machine in 2017

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southern gothic.

You hear faint music in the distance at night. You can never make out what’s playing or where it’s coming from exactly, but sometimes you sit on your porch and strain to hear it over the cicadas and tree frogs. On some nights, you have to resist the urge to get up and follow it into the trees.

Your neighbors smile and wave to you when they see you. Their teeth are yellowed and crooked and their eyes are glossy. You don’t like their smiles. You don’t like them. You don’t even know them. You smile and wave back.

The diner down the street never gets much business, but you decide to go anyway. The waitresses stare at you when you walk in. They serve you sweet tea. It tastes of copper and lemon. You don’t look into the glass when you take a sip; nobody ever looks into the glass when they take a sip. You don’t go back to the diner.

There are signs that you see on the side of the dirt roads as you drive that read things like “HELL IS REAL!” and “REPENT!” One sign has a number on it that promises that if you call, the person on the other line can tell you where you’ll go when you die. You don’t call the number.

You hear screaming in the woods at 3:00 AM. You tell yourself it’s the owl, but you find yourself keeping a shotgun by your bed anyway.

There’s a graveyard by the old church. When you drive by, you swear that time slows to a crawl. You hear somebody calling your name. You’re too afraid to call back. You keep driving.

The neighbors’ kid disappeared last week. You saw them putting a wooden cross in their backyard. You don’t ask questions. Nobody asks questions. This is the third wooden cross they’ve put in their backyard.

The dogs are howling again. It’s louder than it was last night. It sounds like it’s coming from your living room. You hear scratching on the hardwood. You get up and lock the bedroom door.

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Cryptic things about my little new England town

The tree of dolls' heads in the woods.

Double rainbows happen as often as rain.

The time a pack of coyotes circled our car and stared at us for a good ten minutes.

The sound of a train going by was normal for years until I realized there isn't one near here. Just woods. There are, however, abandoned broken train tracks.

Helicopters go by often in formations doing "drills". That explanation might serve well once. But it became a normal occurance. There was a week or so where helicopters would go by every hour.

The circle in the woods where the trees are cut, with fire pits in the middle and a piece of fence is set in a way that looks like the place a priest would stand to speak.

When they drained the quarry, there were rumors of bodies and cars found at the bottom.

The crater in the earth. People say a meteor hit there. It's so large a small forrest has formed inside if it. Why the fuck is there a fence around it?

The day where the sky was red and there was heavy smoke over the streets near the ocean as if it were on fire. And it wasn't fog. Coyotes were out during the day. I still have no idea.

The power goes out way too often.

The man that followed us slowly down the street with a garden sickle.

The car that followed us alongside the woods, slowing and stopping with us until we ran away.

I find several four leaf clovers in my yard each time i look for them.

When the fog is heavy and you can't see the ocean. So the sea wall is just the edge of the world.

The bright blue light in the sky that shines against the clouds at night. My friend's dad says "its the lights of the bridge" but it's visible several miles away.

The science building in the woods. It's been under construction with gaping holes in the structure for YEARS. But people go in and out of it every day. Noones sure what it's for? Why does it have vans for a completely different company in it's lot?

Fireworks go off CONSTANTLY. Without it having to be a holiday. I'd like to think they're all fireworks.

I've met people here who claim to be from families of witches.

The Halloween where not a SINGLE house was giving out candy/had lights on????????

The song of the church bells that chime at noon.

The smoke i saw once from the forest in the distance.

The balloons that float high in the sky sometimes.

The guy who set up shop for no more than a week down on the main street with a random array of seemingly stolen items.

The police cars roaming around just too often as if looking for something or someone.

The time a piece if a dock floated onto our shore one night so we sat on it and ate ice cream until it started to bring us back out.

The boy who told me about the old man he'd meet at the shore in the middle of the night and have long conversations on his boat with.

The abandoned mental asylum on an island that was never torn down and no longer has a bridge to get to it.

The haunted elementary school (but that's a whole different post)

The graffiti covered fort-like structure in the woods.

The time there was a box of black and white WEDDING PICTURES on the side of the road.

The road that looks like it'll lead you to the city, but only takes you down several paths until you get out to a penninsula that's full of TALL buildings that are under construction. But again have been under construction FOREVER with not a single soul around. I was sure we'd find a road but it was only a one way path to a ghost town.

The time I was on a boat with no land in sight and there was a butterfly flying over the water.

The stray cats that let you pet them.

The bunker near the marsh. Someone later buried it in sand.

The bats that you can hear squeaking at night.

The fact that many schools have fall out shelters in them.

The gothic style houses sprinkled into the normal suburban neighborhood.

The girl that told me her family couldn't paint her house red because that's the devil's color.

The house with a cabinet of books attached to a tree labeled "free books"

The time my friends and I continually responded to mysterious graffiti messages. The person later left a trail of flower symbols leading to an entire WALL of inside this sort of sewer pipe you could crawl into painted in the symbol. They stopped responding after that.

The woman who gave me and my friends vintage dolls and things for free at a yard sale.

At night, several white vans just start roaming the streets.

The clown incident and the ones my friends found lurking around town and in the woods. (but that was a thing happening all over America in 2016)

The time it rained heavily, there were THREE rainbows in one day and the spot on the beach where my friends had left their bags on the rocks was the only spot left dry. (Maybe that could be it's own post too because WHAT?)

The week where there seemed to be baby snakes everywhere.

I've had to walk home from school due to various evacuations way more times than normal. The scariest time was when the principle said nothing but "School is dismissed please find the nearest exit. " They seem to be keeping secrets with the office blinds closed and teachers changing the subject.

My mom's friend told me a story about how she met jesus on the side of the road and he disappeared in the back seat of her car. Now knowing a lot about supernatural things, her description matches the hitchhiker ghost.

(I'll update this if i think of more. And if you like this type of post i have more stories. I love these kinds of posts and i know some people do this as a form of fictional creative writing which I do plan on doing, but I'm honored to say these descriptions are 100 percent real.)

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Okay but surrealism aside all of these Southern Gothic posts are literally how the South is and I’m cackling.

We’ve got creepy ass 24/7 diners that say open but you can’t find the staff for half an hour.

There’s a haunted house and a murder/ghost story in every town.

There’s always a fishing hole no one goes to because of a tragedy living in the waters.

The woods are dark and hunting season is the only time you enter them. So many ghost stories. Haunted everything.

The mountains are alive with the sound of screaming.

Devil’s tramping grounds, hollers, woods, stones, you name it, we got it.

The old people may be racist and bigoted, but they have skin-crawling tales of caution and they’re all true.

Everyone knows someone who’s drowned.

We’ve all got a weird cousin who left the family and never came back. No one knows the circumstances of their disappearance but they were always an “odd duck.”

Community is a foreign concept to many until autumn. People come in droves from the mountain valleys and hollers bearing crafts and baked goods for sale. Apple butter can be smelled from half a mile away and the sound of fiddles fill the air. You will not see these people again until next autumn.

There are cemeteries everywhere, but the ones unloved are left for a reason.

Do not step on the graves, but behind them. If you step on them, apologize to avoid haunting.

Old oak trees = do not fuck with the tree.

100% Facts, I’m not even joking.

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My best friend and I did a store run for some groceries and glue in our costumes. I had to try so hard to keep my head down and refrain from opening my mouth. I got quite a bit of scared children stares and equally angry parental ones. The cashiers went crazy for them though! Not to mention a little girl thought I was a princess.. Sad awakening for the little tyke.

The response at Holiday Matsuri honestly made me cry. I had never had a cosplay be so well received before. I was quite literally crying from happiness that I got so many compliments. It was an amazing experience.

Once the super crown designs became popular, I just fell in love with art I found of Chain Chompette. I figured I could take the cute idea everyone had been doing and twist it a bit to fit my likes! I wanted to make her creepy, or at the very least unsettling! I took the common clothing theme, designed it so I would feel comfortable, and thus my version of Chompette was born!

My costume was made from blood sweat and tears! But really it was an ordeal. I’m a plus size cosplayer, so not many patterns come in my size. I had to tape myself to get the base pattern. I then selected my fabric; I was going for lightweight and stretchy. Then came the nightmare of sewing. I messed up the pattern and had to edit and add on fabric as I went. It turned out fine but it was an ordeal. I actually didn’t finish the crown and thigh high pieces until 4AM the night before Holiday Matsuri started! The shackles were made out of EVA foam and Craft foam sheets. I used wood glue as a primer (I love this method) and just went to town with spray paint and glitter. I wanted her to be glitzy but true to the character. It was about a 5 day costume!

Cosplay has built my confidence so much. I used to be so afraid to step outside in anything other than baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. I learned what has made me happy and I found an amazing community that just grows bigger and stronger every day. There’s something completely indescribable about the change I’ve seen in myself from when I was a geeky thirteen year old and was just finding out about the possibilities of cosplay to me five years later and having probably the best outlet in the world.

—- Monstrous Cos

Photo : https://www.instagram.com/jjapchea.tenta.cosplay/

monstrousprince

IM CRYING OH MY GOD ITS MEEE

glyndaliker

“ur cat looks like naruto”

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this is asmr

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OH MY GOD BABEY BABEY BABEY

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This cat looks like a don bluth animation

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I WILL CHERISH THIS TINY KITTEH

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BEWARE

Hey, king here. I’m here to be real to y’ all and say.

This is Vixlenceiskey and they are! a jerk!

I’ve been doing commissions to save up for something very special this summer, and they are one of my clients. I was very new to this commission gig, which may explain why I was so naive and didn’t accept upfront payment, to begin with, but this person was just god awful.

They were disrespectful, inconsiderate, and was overall unpleasant for me, but I never expected it would turn out like this.

It seems that I’m their very first victim, as when they’d commission me, they didn’t have references for their character, so better me than you guys!

what follows is the conversation we had after I’d deliver their piece.

I’m a very anxious person, and I absolutely hate conflicts, so I decided to let them off. They were talking about being tight on money, and I had sympathized with them since I was int he same spot.

The last conversation was just a day ago.

Our last conversation was on the first of May. I gave them another week before pestering them about the payment, only to realize they have blocked me.

Naturally, I was pretty fucking pissed and devastated. This was terrible and due to never having posted the piece, I had no solid evidence that I was the owner of the drawing so I couldn’t report them. They ignored all my friends who had reached out to them, and I’m sure they will NEVER pay up to what they did, so the least I can do is warn you guys about them.

Please stay away from them if possible. Don’t let yourself fall victim to their pity talks and excuses. I’m very new to the commission gig, and I am just utterly heartbroken that this had to happen to me as a beginner.

grimeclown

“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please the meal would be great”

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serious question: can anyone else see this post? am I hallucinating?

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this is like Schrodinger’s fucking meme because half the time the pic is deleted and the other half it’s visible

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everyone reblog this and tag what your partner pokemon would be if pokemon were real mine would be scolipede

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