Some Goth Freak

I lurk a lot

[postpunkclarity]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ཐི ₍^.ˬˬ.^₎ ཋྀ

People mostly call me Clarity or my entire URL or the shorthand version, PPC, but I go by Nick.

Aroace and Nixvir—any pronouns besides she/her.

I post almost exclusively The Black Phone content, with the occasional exception that might be Saw, The Goldfinch, Sky High, or miscellaneous other things.

Writing, art, random bullshit. I am the appointed Goth!Finney Blake guy. (Everyone has their niche.)

I love goth and everything surrounding it, my favorite band obviously being London After Midnight. I love Sean Brennan.

My favorite subgenres are Post-Punk, Dark-wave, Death-rock, Ethereal-wave, and classic Gothic-rock.

I also like other genres like Punk, Visual Kei, Emo, some Metal, etc. I’ll listen to mostly anything.

No Grabber shippers of any kind (self or with the boys). Or Grabber fans in general really. I block freely.

I LOVE YOU MY MOOTS!!! Check out moots like @d1sapp01ntm3nt (who made me beautiful Goth!Finney Blake fanart! I love you Pancake) @acid-miwi @2tonedwolf @arteei and @just-call-mefr1es!

Send me an ask if you’re a moot and want to be tagged in my writing posts (and aren’t already.)

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋! ཐི ₍^.ˬˬ.^₎ ཋྀ

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Love when a group of characters goes through something horribly traumatic and they all end up affected by it in a different way.

One of them becomes cruel and closed off. One of them becomes quiet and distant. One of them puts up a front and breaks down alone later. One of them never truly escapes it. One of them hasn’t left their own head in months, they’re never present anymore.

This will tear them all apart unreconcilably. You can not patch up bullet wounds with mismatched pieces of torn fabric.

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Save me YouTube channels with 100 subscribers who play through niche visual novels to completion and show every ending.

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Looking at The Goldfinch tag and it’s just background Boreo within a sea of Byler and occasionally Reddie.

I DON’T FUCKING ABOUT BYLER SHOW ME THE OTHER GAY ONES.

[sluttyheroinneedle]

I like all those fandoms, but I hate how anything that has Finn Wolfhard automatically has to become a cross over with stranger things and IT 😞

Those people can't seperate them and it's so annoying

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I like IT, I think IT’s (heh) fine, but I don’t CAREEEEEEEEE I DON’T CAREEEE I DON’T CAREEEEE GO AWAYYYYYYYI DON’T CARE ABOUT MIKE TRICYCLE OR BILL OR WHATVEER THE FUCK HIS NAME WAS.

[pupfettipaws]

[maliciouslittlewhiteboy]

hold up am i going crazy or was the dad from the black phone in hannibal

[sluttyheroinneedle]

He is! I was shocked when I saw him LMAO

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Yah, he was the guy who sewed his social worker into a horse.

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There comes a time during every hyperfixation where you must give the characters a child. Just to see them fumble and try to be better for them.

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Looking at The Goldfinch tag and it’s just background Boreo within a sea of Byler and occasionally Reddie.

I DON’T FUCKING ABOUT BYLER SHOW ME THE OTHER GAY ONES.

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Being trans(male) and aroace is horrible not because I have some repressed hatred for myself or my identity but because I will never get to experience firsthand a repressed love for my childhood male best friend and instead must experience it vicariously through media.

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You’re telling me a gar licked this bread?

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I stopped going out for Halloween only a few years ago because we just stopped but I still dress up and just sit in my house, so every year for like 3 years running I’ve just sat at my dining table watching horror movies dressed up as Jeff The Killer.

[zomqiedog]

He quickly sits up, pushing his blankets down. The room is dark, quiet, aside from the phones incessant ringing from outside. Finney’s eyes find Ernesto’s sleeping form on his own bunk, blanket pulled over his shoulder.

The second Finney’s shoes are pulled on and his feet hit the floor he is tugging on his jacket, heading quietly across the cabin and exiting into the freezing air outside. It’s still snowing, hard, wind blowing harshly and making it hard to see. Finney locates the phone anyway, an old banged up payphone that definitely shouldn’t work but is ringing anyway.

Finney steps inside, jaw clenched tight. He practically rips the phone from the reciever, pressing it to his face. The words he plans to harshly spit out are already on his tongue. He can’t help. He can’t, he won’t. It’s probably the same kid who keeps calling. The same one who keeps saying Finney’s name like that will change Finney’s mind.

the next sentence would make this more interesting but it gives too much of the plot away, okay. also this takes place during tbp 2. a random section from what i do have written.

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I don’t feel boredom. I’m fine to just sit and do nothing or do the same thing on repeat forever. But the second I feel underestimulated I need to bite myself or something.

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I don’t WANT chewy fidget necklace toy things. I WANT to take a chunk out of someone’s arm like a rabid dog.

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Rewatching and rereading and reading every fanfic and tumblr post and writing my own and roleplaying isn’t enough, I need to be on set and one of the characters in the fucking movie.

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The thing that always struck me odd about Sold To One Direction wattpad stories wasn’t even really the being sold by your parents thing. Whatever, sure, yeah, my mother is a horrible evil person willing to sell her child into possibly horrible situations or whatever the fuck for some quick cash—I’ve heard this story before.

I was always confused why One Direction was buying people. Why does a boy band need to buy someone? Were auditions getting dry? Was Harry Styles actually a secret trafficker? What the fuck are you guys doing.

Why is Jackson Wang here, he’s not even part of this universe.

[zombiegrains]

mf watch me start making a christmas list in july bc every single year when christmas rolls around i forget that i have wants and interests

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I was so autistic as a kid and kind of lacking in desires for Christmas gifts so every time it came that time of the year, I’d put random shit on it. Pretty sure I asked for grapes and an umbrella one time.

My mom was like “bitch I can get you grapes any day please just be a normal kid.”