#i'm spooked

[yourl0calqueer]

Some random dude is in my neighbor's driveway yelling "may kthulu kill you" then fuck you a lot and then get fucked and then a lot more stuff with fuck

[sparklebear11]

Rant incoming:

I FUCKING HATE FIREWORKS MY GOD THEY'RE SO LOUD AND SO NOISY AND IT SCARES ME AND THE ANIMALS

I KEEP GETTING JUMP SCARED-

[lilacs-stash]

[g1rldrool]

i have a natalie scatorccio smut in my drafts do I post it😣😣

[emcant]

Can't sleep, clown behavior will get me

I wouldn't call it a nightmare per se, but just dreamed this and am shaken enough to be sleepless now:

I walk into my dad and stepmom's house, and it's suddenly circa 2002. Their garage home office is lowkey audibly buzzing because it's got late 90s computers everywhere. Everything is visibly timestamped right around then - even the packaging on their food products looks older.

Having come in cold, I find this fascinating, and am trying to tell this to my stepmom. She squints at me like I'm not making sense. Fair enough; I'm probably not. I can feel a tension build.

Then, evidently, my mom calls the landline. Stepmom and I are talking about the future, so we let it go to voice mail. Mom is irate and narcing on me because of extremely normal kid behavior, something like: we went out to dinner and I said I wasn't hungry and proceeded to not eat... which I guess was embarrassing and something I should be punished for. (Note: for the era, this would be extremely typical on her part.)

I can feel stepmom preparing to read me the riot act, not for my mother's pride but because they don't want to communicate with each other. Trying to remain calm, I ask her to please hold on, I have to take 2002 all in again. Don't we have a camera?

My dad walks into all this to jump to his wife's side and I beg him to stop, listen, and let me take photos of everything first. I'm really upset that no one's listening - no one's hearing the priorities. I plead, "Please- in twenty years the sky won't look like that anymore".

He's visibly concerned but hands me a very early digital camera and lets me go for it. I'm approximately aware I'm dreaming, and I don't know how to get these photos to 2023 me. I make my dad swear he'll try.

-

When I moved out for good, it was into a film program, where I ultimately learned the hows but not the whys, and I've been pretty unsatisfied with it since. Due deference to my school, I don't blame them at all. Watching my little sister go through it now, it's clear that I was looking for a place for myself for the rest of my life, not just until I got the diploma. Ideally, that isn't what your degree is for.

I landed on film almost entirely for the escape aspect. I didn't want to exist, and thus, I wanted to help create little capsules of things that didn't exist. I needed them, but didn't have enough of myself to offer to make them need me.

The urge to document is creeping back in lately, but not for the sake of fiction. I'm finally at a point where I want to take photos because I'm in love with my world and want to share it as it is. I work with the most beautiful souls I know - and a pigeon who makes me laugh because he won't leave us alone. I want to make you feel the way I do; I am at peace.

I think I'm hoping I'll want to remember it 20 years down the line.

[redwizardofgay]

Finally typing out the playtest rules for my TTRPG.  😎 😎 😎

[septic-dr-schneep]

I just had another Ego nightmare that seriously got to me. Like, I bolted awake and out of bed. I’m lowkey shaking :’D

At first it was just a zoomed in view of Jack’s face cam, doing the little staticky glitches it has before. Then it was like I was watching a video of him that was angled top down. He was standing in a dark open area with multiple hallways and large rooms, like an abandoned school. 

His face was morphing in real time between clips of his young self, 2014-2015 Jack, like clips and audio stitched together of his “Top of the morning to you, laddies”. Then his right eye went staticky white and a string dragged his arm up for the high five.

It panned through some of the empty dark hallways and in a room nearby, I could hear Jack shouting, “I think they’re all f****ing dead, all ten of them are dead!” (Ten? Excuse me???)

Then I saw what still looked like Jack, but somehow I knew it was Chase, smiling and saying, “Okay, that’s your cue, count to ten!” As he counted aloud, he started flicking his lighter with each number. “No, seriously, that’s your cue! Count them!” 

With every new flick of the light, in other rooms, I saw an upside down reflection of the other Egos, turning on their own lighters, like a “tiny light of hope in the darkness” thing. Then Chase smiled even wider, and a hand wrapped around my throat.

[imaveryevilgirl]

Oh shit it's 12:04 am

You know what that means

IT'S HALLOWEEN