#mindless yapping

[eternallunaire]

More pictures of lynz way some cute and some drop dead gorgeous ones, she needs more love in my humble opinion

[rubyfirepanda]

Eddie Munson died on March 27, 1986.

Three days later, he awoke in the attic of the Creel house, stumbled down the stairs in a panic, and found himself face to face with people he never thought he’d see again.

Chrissy Cunningham.

Fred Benson.

Patrick McKinney.

Billy Hargrove.

Barbra Holland.

And a man whose very presence sent a shiver down his spine. Henry Creel.

What the hell was going on?!?!?

Welcome to my Upside Dead AU, in which I say “fuck it” and bring characters back to life because they deserved more screen time and I wanted to explore their characters. I feel like shit posting about this AU, so if this sounds at all interesting, feel free to interact and I’ll share more of my unnecessarily complex AU!

There is a fic I intend to write, but that’s a fat WIP. For now, enjoy whatever the fuck I feel like putting on here. :)

[80smaniac]

I wish I could have shared all the books I love and the simple little things about life with you. Of all the things that came along like stray animals in my life and found a home in my heart and soul. How I wish you could've walked around in my mind.

I'm nearly bursting at the seams, wanting to go on and on in little rambles about everything. But then I remember that you're not there. Sometimes it feels like a ghost is haunting me.

I know you're haunting me, and I really don't mind. Please, stay and walk around in my mind. You don't even have to utter a word to me at all.

I think I'm falling in love. I'm stupidly falling in love again. I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid of my emotions. I'm afraid. So afraid.

I remember looking out the window once, of seeing the telephone poles blurring by as the clouds in the blue sky slowly moved on and on for miles at a time in the Texas countryside. The sun felt warm on my skin. The wind was blowing in my face as the radio blared. And we drove on and on for hours. There were native flowers growing on the side of the road, too. And it felt like home. I strangely feel that way around you. I feel that strange warmth of a homely feeling I can't quite put my finger on.

But knowing now that it's all gone, I'm not sure how to feel. I'm not really sure how I feel at all. But melancholia sounds like a particularly pretty word in my mind right now. I think I'm feeling that right now. The words in my mind always sound pretty even if they're tragic. It's all so profound...the sadness and despair I feel over you, I mean. I love so deeply and intensely, it causes me pain.

Martin is such a nice name. I like how it falls off my tongue. It reminds me of the taste of blood, black dahlias, and dark chocolate. I don't know why. I simply don't know why I'm feeling and thinking these things at all in particular, Martin.

[spacebuttercup]

Act

I don't know how to act.

I think I have always been a bit slower when it comes to interactions. Thinking about the appropriate answer, the gesture, the face to make. Act.

That's all it is. A big act I never really learned how to do.

Someone yelled at me. I just sat there, unmoving, forcing a gentle placating smile and agreeing just to soothe a supposedly much mature, surely much older person. But I didn't react, not on the inside. I don't think I formed a thought, a feeling about it. Nothing.

And then I moved on with my day like nothing happened.

I was supposed to be the one talking. I didn't even realise that they were talking over my scrambled thoughts. Still, others were frustrated on my behalf. (That felt nice.) They said I was too forgiving. I didn't even notice anything wrong before they spelled it out for me.

And then I couldn't move on with my day. Not as easy as the day before.

There must be something wrong. With me.

They say I'm calm (maybe it's just a nicer word for robotic, unfeeling), easy to talk at. Not with.

I might just be numb.

And I really don't know how to act.

Am I even part of life if I don't react?

Am I even human?

[starfall-artblog]

hwat the hell sure

emotional support proxylings w/ slight headcanon edits

putting this in the artblog so I DONT FORGET ABOUT THE.M

[monkeycoveringeyesemojiyap]

[literally-bentz]

Jimmy is a cunt.

[rrefixell]

man so many mfs be pressed abt everything, nd i think they should all js listen to music a lil more

like, the world would be so chill if everyone just stopped and listened to somethin every once in a while yk?