#totally bizarre

[onewomancitadel]

migraine miraculously passed, from teething gnawing grating awfulness, to complete exhaustion. Like finishing a cross country race with a side challenge of a drill in my skull the whole time.

[angelinthefire]

The only way to understand spn is to start from the fact that it’s fundamentally incoherent. 

[nmpositive]

When you go off the beaten path a bit on eBay.

[featherbelli]

[therealnotta]

every once in awhile i follow a blog for a fandom im in, but from a part of it im not 

on the one hand, its nice to see how completely different peoples experiences with a piece of media can be, or even how different their experiences with other people who experienced that media can be 

on the other, i have ZERO clue what is going on half the time, i know these characters and these events but the way they’re being connected is completely foreign to me, how utterly bizarre 

[onewomancitadel]

You can't call me a cynic or a complainer who just likes to complain, because today they managed to almost convince me the next Fable game might be good, and that was something I never anticipated. I'm very sensible and I have excellent taste.

[melovez]

fellas. i had the weirdest fucking creepypasta dream last night. long explanation below the cut

it was like 3 dreams within a dream. the dream was like a creepypasta itself that took place over 3 days.

the dream started with me in a classroom playing a pokemon game on a gameboy color, i acquired an item in game that was a red diamond (sorta looked like a chaos emerald?) and a notification came on screen telling me to plug my gameboy into a tv. there was one of those old rolly TVs in the classroom so i plugged it into that and this… strange horror game started playing

it was visually similar to Baldi’s Basics but the world it was in reminded me almost of the back rooms, but the halls were narrower and there were more doors and rooms. there were some 3d modeled characters and some 2d image ones as well as some characters being really low poly and some looking lifelike. it was a really strange game. a one word title that started with a B came on the screen, i think it was some nonsense word but it had roman numeral II at the end like the game was a sequel to something.

there was a character that was a silhouette behind a window kinda like the windows they have in doctors offices where the secretaries sit in another room.

he was trying to help me escape and was giving me hints and telling me not to do anything anyone else in this realm tells me to do, because they all wanted me dead. which i learned was very true.. because i initially ignored his advice and followed the instructions given at the very beginning of the game, which were to “punch your ticket and go to room 56” and when i went to room 56 i was killed and had to start the game over. so.

i died in the game a few times (killed by monsters that looked perfectly human until the last minute) and got frustrated and stopped playing it and went home to ask my brother for help.

but the bus broke down or something because we stopped at this like, really isolated roadside diner and fuckin tim from marble hornets was there. he had a Masky Moment and threatened our lives so we all got back on the bus and i did get home but i grabbed some coffee cake from the diner like some kind of quest item (relevant later)

i vividly remember my brother telling me “oh yeah, this mini game has been on there forever but people only recently figured out how to play it” and that was all the advice he gave so i just plugged into a tv at home to play it again. he didn’t say anything about the game that was supposedly the prequel to this one

when i started playing it again i ended up figuring out how to beat the game because the guy at the window gave me the hint that i vaguely remember as “dispel monsters with morning breads and niceties” which ended up meaning i had to give The Fucking Rake coffee cake to get him to stop freaking out and chasing me. also he was having this issue where his body was like, disintegrating and the coffee cake apparently cured that

the climax of it was me crawling through vents trying to escape, but at some point during that part i realized i was dreaming and kinda took control of what was going on. so you can imagine what comes next

so. once i got out of the vents into the final room slenderman was there ofc because i wanted him to be but i didn’t have TOTAL control so he was still chasing me trying to hurt me

he turned into a giant hand running around like the one from the adams family briefly before he Got Me. aaaand then it devolved into something i won’t get into detail on.

but that was the dream. it’s almost weird enough to be an actual standalone video game creepypasta if i take out all the other creepypasta characters that my subconscious wanted to be there lmao. maybe i’ll turn it into something good? who knows.

very odd, very vivid, glad i remember it. also idk what it means that when i was playing the game i was in the body of a portly young boy, during the parts where i was playing the game i was sorta transported into the pov of the player character

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I specified 'formal, precise diction' - nothing about rhetorical or figurative devices, which would not be appropriate from a white man in a statement about BLM. It's not a time for purple prose. He uses plenty of metaphors in his lyrics. Louis couldn't even discuss the barrier imagery in Walls: 'lots of walls and fences, okay'. Harry has a formal voice but also a flippant, humorous one - 'Kiwi walked so WS could run/where do I sign for a pink glitter microphone'.

You were suggesting that his social media posts were suggestive of an image of a faux aristocratic demeanor.  And that’s just absolutely untrue.  Nothing about the way Harry writes on social media is in anyway suggestive or compatible with either aristocracy or ‘English gentlemen’.

You seem to be completely misunderstading what I mean by rhetorical and figuritive devices, which I include such basic aspects of writing as links between sentences.  It would be totally appropriate for a white man to include rhetorical and figuritive devices in a statement about BLM.  We can see what their absense does - the statement feels much less personal.

I will emphasise that I’m not commenting on what Harry can or can’t do, but what he does.  I assume he can write in a much wider range of ways than we see in his social media.  And it seems really pushing it if you’re using a joke that fans use first as an example of Harry’s voice - that shows how absolutely limited