Aug 3
CHEESE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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CHEESE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
currently negotiating with my cat about where he can lay down to sleep on my his desk.
did you-
did you just steal my face
Yes😌 welcome to the club of people whose faces I've stolen
i'm new here, and i have to ask: what is the german cheese micha collins incident?
Oh boy well hello anon welcome to this mess sorry you're stuck here now (are you sure you're not misha, coming back to tumblr after almost a decade, confused as ever? hm??)
The German Cheese Misha Collins incident (Part 1) happened at GCC (German Cheese Con German Comic Con Dortmund) in December 2021, where @hotchnsplotch, on behalf of the cheesecule, asked Misha about German Cas's favorite type of cheese ("He's German his name could be Karsten" "Kars-ten?" "Yeah") and got hatecrimed in return (Misha interpreted "German Cas" very differently from us, the actor man nazi-fied the cheese boy). Then Misha talked about having disgusting Nachos with Cheese sauce at a German Christmas market?? And the next day I tried to clarify the matter during autographs. (video link for panel here)
German Cheese Misha Collins incident (Part 2) did not directly involve cheese (well apart from my cheese themed photo op) but happened during the JIB11 Cockles Panel (Sunday) where I asked Misha and Jensen about Karsten and Dieter and they canonized Diersten on stage (Every day I type sentences), Misha did not remember what happened prior in Germany. (video link for panel here)
German Cheese Misha Collins incident (Part 3) is bound to happen on May 27 at PurCon in Germany, because the cheesecule will be present and we are prepared to torture the actor man with Karsten Cheese Content until he flees the country-
~Puppet Strings~
Coraline X Linked Universe AU Story
Written By @writing-for-a-chain-of-heros-de and myself ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
❗❕Story now on Hiatus❕❗
(Author's note on the reason for hiatus)
Good luck to all students on getting your semester grades in!!! I wish everyone Happy Holidays and a wonderful New Year!!! 💙💙
Pervious
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There is blood and carnage covering the floor everywhere. Old pieces of flesh and blood litter across the floor as the putrid smell of decaying gore and blood stick to the air like a leech on an arm.
Two dragged bloody handprints are left scraping down the open window. It’s old and flaky with dust resting upon it. There underneath lies a body. Slumped over with its matted poor excuse for “hair” covering its face is a figure dressed in clothes and accessories much too fine for it despite how old and worn down they seem. A loud thud and quiet footsteps start to get closer then stop. A second passes before a quiet knock then the sound of a door creaking open and a small bit of light enters the room before a switch is flicked and light fills the room. The slumped figure doesn't flinch or make any move but simply sits perfectly still as they approach it.
“I came with food, sweetheart.”
No sound.
"Do you want me to put it in the same spot like normal?"
Still no sound.
"I'll take that as a yes."
The plate scrapes against the hard floor then comes to a sudden stop next to a much duller and very old plate.
“I am sorry, but I think this will be our last time seeing each other…….But I’ll miss you very much, that you must know, and think of you every day, my dear”
No response.
The figure brushes the hair from the head of the body, only to have it fall and break off onto the ground. The figure stops its movement in place. Silent and frozen in place with the presents of only dead suffocating silence filling the room. A defeated breath is let out then the door behind slowly creeks open as something in the darkness through the door makes itself present. The figure doesn't even move to see what is behind it, but instead straightens itself up and continues to examine the body onward, rubbing the old rough damaged skin on the body’s cheek, looking over it one last time. A voice from behind speaks up sounding horridly distorted and broken but menacingly deep in a dark manner.
“It’s broken. It has been for decades and you know it. Why do you even bother to say goodbye to that thing?”
“........” no verbal or physical form of response is given in acknowledgment to indicate they heard the other even speak. Instead, they continue to “feel” around the body's arms, hands, clothes, and face, almost as if they were searching for something that was simply not there. A fruitless journey with touches that only lead to the same ending as its beginning.
Empty and Expected.
A drawn-out irritating sound of a sigh leaves them as they harshly drop the limp hand in their grasp that they once used to hold so gently, now being dropped like an unwanted used candy wrapper.
“What can I say? Old feelings die hard.”
The walls began to break down as the colors all around repealed off the walls then fell to the ground like mud being washed off a window with water as it slid down then suddenly began being sucked into the darkness of the door. Soon everything else began to mimic the same transition as the colors and lighting did with all of the toys, accessories, furniture, gifts, and nearly everything that was in the room for either decor or function had melted into sludge and was sucked into a whirlwind inside of the darkness until all that remained was rot and disgust behind.
The atmosphere of the room felt even worse than before in silence than before, which was almost astonishing how such a feat such as this could even be accomplished considering the fact any person would have thought they had already hit the bottom of how much silence could be acquired from something that physically never made any.
Well, at least not for a VERY long time. Maybe it was because of the fact the room looked like the dumpster of hell if hell had a dumpster for everything that was unwanted, disposable, useless, and broken. It was simply unwanted and needed anymore and if something were to find this room and this…...physical matter of occupancy, they’d be unable to find any way for it to be used.
It was simply pathetic.
Unwanted.
Undesired.
Unneeded
It was simply trash.
So why did it all look so….sad?
Everything just…….
It was truly pathetic, really, how everything came apart like this. It didn’t have to be this way, It could have been better for both of them. But they just had to fight and BE SO uncooperative and UNNECESSARILY stubborn. Maybe If-
“Why do you still stand there? It's time to go, there is nothing left now. We must get the preparations done for our triumph soon..”
“Of course, right.”
“Are you still frustrated about what happened? There was practically nothing-”
“No.”
“Then what is it that picks into your mind then?”
The figure stares at the body once more, seeing now a bloodied dull version of its outfit on them. The room felt much darker than before.
An exhale escapes.
“It's nothing.”
They had something better now.
There was nothing left here for them.
For anyone.
For anything.
They had a savior now. A hero. An angel. Who was going to save them and be with them forever.
Everything was going to be ok now. They just needed to lure them in.
Everything is set now.
They watch as the group comes back to the shared borrowed room the old man lent them to sleep in. Eyes still locked onto only them, they wait for the group and you to fall asleep. Soon one right after the other, they give into the feeling of slumber as their eyes lull and limbs become tangled in each other's embrace before finally the sounds of light snoring is heard.
But yet there is still one person who is still not asleep yet.
The one person they hoped, whished, prayed, would have fallen asleep that night out of everyone in the group.
You.
They watched as you continued to look up to the ceiling, Up towards them.
Were they looking at them on purpose?
Did they know?!
No.
They needed to calm down, they couldn’t afford for their paranoia to take over. Not now when they were so close to capturing them. They just wanted them to go to sleep damn it! But they simply continued to stare onwards until they finally got up and started to walk out of the room.
Oh no.
Oh, nonononononononononono NO, NO, NOOOO!!
Why are they leaving??
Did they figure it out? Are they trying to run away? Could they see them??
They needed to calm down.
But what if they were leaving?
They could simply be going to the bathroom.
They could be pretending to.
They can't risk it.
They can’t risk not doing anything but they still can’t risk making any actions.
But what if they end up losing them anyways?
They felt…. An uncontrollable amount of fear strike them
WE NEED TO GET THEM NOW! WE NEED TO CAPTURE THEM BEFORE THEY LEAVE! WE CAN’T LOSE THEM! WE CAN’T-
You stood alone in the empty halls. All by themselves with no one around to save them if they snatched them. If you screamed would the men be able to hear? Would they be able to catch up to the sound before it becomes too late? No, they wouldn’t, because they had wandered too far into the mansion that even if they heard they wouldn't get there in time. This was much more ahead of their planned schedule, but when were they going to get an opportunity like this ever again? They need to act fast and swiftly.
Creeping closer and detaching from the walls, shadowed claws reach out to them. They enveloped the almost eternity of the hall behind you. They are prepared to lunge forward before their presence is made known.
They freeze in places just centimeters from wrapping around your neck.
The old man stands behind them staring the shadow down.
They…...begrudgingly fall back.
A silence is shared between the known beings.
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The old man walks by then continues towards you and asks if they're alright, in turn giving them a startle as well with their sudden appearance.
Bloody old prick.
Why did he have to get in the way, they were so close to finally having her with them. Having their source of light in this dark forsaken world and he had to ruin it by-!
Calm down. They need to calm down and get their thoughts in order. They’ll have more opportunities in the future. Besides it was a good thing he had shown up, had he not, this plan would have been lost and forsaken right then and there.
Yes, Yes, this was a good thing.
They just need to keep watching and waiting.
They needed to be patient.
As the darkness continues to watch on, they see the others soon catch up and join with them as you present the key to them. The key that will bring them to their hands. They watch as the light begins to shine from the door, pushing all the darkness from behind them away as the eyes that once stayed glued to you, begin to fade away.
It was finally time.
The insects had walked right into the spider’s web.
And they were never coming back out of it.
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Oh,do you mind telling me what those thoughts were?👀👀👀
… I don’t trust you after what went down with You and Vsrin….
That alone should be enough context on who I’m thinking of.
THIS IS SO STUPID