#shitstories

[shranstan]

horror? story where a family is cursed for the whooole bloodline by some witch or demon and “all of your blood will forever be sick and twisted” everyone says okay cool. adopting children it is. nothing ever happens.

[shranstan]

possession-based horror movie/tv series where a single spirit possessed different people over the course of it except that instead of the actor that plays the non-possessed character then doing the possessed character, anytime someone is possessed an actor that plays the original version of the entity in like backstory or whatever. and that actor is in like either awful or excellent disguise, costume etc. 

[shranstan]

i fucking hate the horror trope of “ooh you were adopted as a baby bc your real mother died due to [insert horror creature here] but we never told you to protect you from your real family’s curse”

for once i want the protag to be like “oh mom, mom, don’t say stuff like that, you and dad raised me, you’re my parents! you’re my real family” and bc curses are fickle wordplay really, they dont inherit the “family curse”. cuz its not their family.

[shitstoriesfilms]

¿Qué quiénes son los reyes?

[derserequiem]

so i was at school and we had an assembly talking about things and we had a teacher attendance awarding they basically award certificates to teachers with no lates, absents, etc. and, guess what, one of the awardees were

[unspokenavoxes]

Nightlock (Foxfaces POV)

I heard the footsteps as soon as they entered the woods, the cracks of twigs on the ground surface and the annoyance of a voice that could only be the girl from 12. I pull the blanket of leaves further up past my head and stay as still as possible. This is where living a quiet life comes in handy. As soon as the girls yelling stops I know I am safe. I pull off the leaves and watch the boy head towards the river with a set of supplies. Peeking out the side of the bag is some cheese, cheese! I’m starving! I silently climb up a tree and jump from branch to branch, staying hidden behind the leaves. He sets down the bag and I leap down and grab a speck of the creamy delight. He begins coming back with a handful of berries so I hide from view and watch him organise the pack again. He puts the berries on the ground and I snatch as many as possible. I bound away from the boy and the river, making sure I’m hidden from view before I have my meal of the day. I plop a berry in my mouth and cut the skin with my teeth, the juice melts onto my tongue. I’m hesitant for a moment; this doesn’t taste familiar at all. I take another look at the berries and know immediately I am a goner. I ate nightlock. I run to the river to wash out my tongue but I’m only halfway when I fall to the ground and the poison takes over me. Then the leaves above my limp body fade to black.

~ mockingjays-owl

[unspokenavoxes]

If I get 5 likes (I probably won't) I'll post a bit of my Finnick fanfiction