#actual shit

[paqspaqspaqs]

im really drawing anything at this point

[centipaw]

borderline personality disorder? i barely know her!

[maxinefuckingway]

[veterinaryshitposting]

[hildorien]

Andreth: so these trees

Finrod: they were very beautiful yes.

Andreth: you didn’t have the sun and the moon.

Finrod: Nope Just tree.

Andreth: but if there was no sun and moon how did our side of the world get like light

Finrod: it didn’t.

Andreth: .....that’s pretty fucked up don’t you think?

Finrod: why?

Andreth: cause you guys got all the light, like just because you guys can live in darkness what upon us?

Finrod: I’m not following.

Andreth: like...if Morgoth and that giant spider killed your trees there would be no sun and no sun means half our diet would be gone, and like I don’t see us really like thriving so like in a way Morgoth and the spider destroying the trees gave us the moon and the sun things we need to live and like survive because you and your boys were hoarding all the light but the sun and moon’s light can’t be hoarded.

Finrod: I guess.

Andreth: so like follow me here; if you are wishing for your trees to come back are you also wishing humanity, in a way, to all die so you can resume to your unchanging paradise completly ignorant yet happier to the horrors of the rest of the world because you and your boys have chosen to abandon what you deemed currupted by hoarding what little good there was and refusing the share your wealth and resources until evil was knocking on your door and even then the rest of your kindred still remained to live in paradise than reality that we are forced to live in everyday as non immortals until the eventual day we die and leave this world forever and even then that deals with the assumption of a good afterlife to which we have no proper proof that is the case. Really makes you think, want some more beer?

Finrod:

[cursedtattoos]

[godofcake]

i swear I'll stop reblogging ineffable Husbands soon

....possibly 

[just-call-me-ella]

“#was there supernatural shit and hauntings? yes” ??? You can’t just say that and not elaborate!! Tell us the story!!

It’s not really anything too #Spoopy

just like… being alone in the office and hearing the upstairs creak. A heavy door you have to push hard to move, shut so the deadbolt clicks. Walking to the bathroom and noticing the door is ajar, again. You just shut it this afternoon. You could have sworn you locked it. 

Everyone else has gone home for the day, and you’re alone.

The sweet religious cleaning lady stopping by to tidy, and tells you about the ghost she’s seen on the stairs. Don’t worry, he’s just an old man, he won’t hurt you. He used to live here, before. 

Don’t be alarmed by the lights. In the winter, when the sun sets early, and the world is painted dark blue, fading to black, you might see them. Glowing, moving, flashing. Just be on your way, pay them no heed.

One day you may drive to the office and find that every tree within 50 yards is missing all branches above 10 feet. They are old trees. They have been here longer than the house you use as an office. A human could not reach without a ladder. It would take a whole team of a hundred or more to cut down each branch on each tree and clear away the debris, overnight. There are no tracks of heavy equipment or indents a ladder might leave. Noone understands. Noone can explain. 

You may see red eyes, as you leave, ready to be on your way home. They gleam in the dark, though no light shines upon them to cause a reflection. There are no footsteps. No body to attach the eyes to. No head the eyes are set into. 

Another deer is found impaled on the gates again. Perhaps it tried to jump the fence and failed. The body is still warm, and the foreman takes it home. It’s fresh meat.

This will keep happening. You will watch them try to peel the body off the way it came. Another deer is on the fence again, you’ll say, rolling your eyes as you tell the foreman. He’ll have to add that to his list to clean up.

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None of this means anything compared to the incident. I was at home, waiting for my bf to show up after work, it’s almost time, a few minutes after he normally arrives. My phone lights up.

“Going to be home late. They found a body”

My blood runs cold. I feel a tremor upon my fingers as my heart starts to race. I don’t know what to say. 

“Like, an old body someone buried? Or—?” I dont even know how to finish my sentence.“A new one. Turn on the news”

The cemetery is private property. Police lights flash across a dreary fall sky, as people huddle in front of the gates so many deer have lost their lives upon. The reporters are not allowed in. News scrolls across the bottom of the screen. 

BODY FOUND AT CATHOLIC CEMETERY.

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(ill finish this story later, if someone actually wants, but otherwise, im off to watch stranger things and drink cider)