#wasn't it

[crowfrombackdoor]

Rewatching Great Mysteries of Gaming for the hundredth time (as one does) and I still wonder where Jeb's hat came from. He only wore it while investigating. Hat that makes you get murdered at dinner parties

[the-blood-eye]

The Eye collapsed to the ground of his void, clutching at his skin. He watched his wounds heal in front of him. He watched the eyes he once lost in the fight with Avery grow back. His hand claw at his back, feeling something writhing under his skin. Under his skin. What was under his skin? There was something under his skin. Under his skin. Under his skin. A screech rang through the air as bones burst from the side of his head. He felt the eyeball making up his face twist inside out. Bones. They clawed at his back. They pushed and scraped and screamed against what he had in place of skin. A wet, tearing sound echoed in his void as skin stretched impossibly thin, ripping as thick masses of bone and muscle stretched and tore through his back. Ichor and his own gore poured from his back as bones pushed their way through. A sudden, violent spasm threw him backward. His back and sides twisted at an impossible angle as several new joints clawed their way through him. He tried to cry out for help. Tried to scream. But his the maw inside his pupil grew and grew until his entire head was a gaping mouth of snapping teeth, splitting his face down the middle until the "skin' barely held it together. The form of his being began to run like hot wax. He reached up grab onto his chest, and his fingers sank directly into it. It was like reaching through universes. So easy he hardly thought of it. His hand jerked out of his own chest as he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth as his teeth bit into his gums. He could see, yet he could not. He could make out what was around him, but he could not see the color of the blood. The flashes of lightning in the sky. He simply knew there was lightning. He just knew the blood was red, but he could not see red. His entire body began to throb, turning a dark, angry red before his entire being underneath began to violently heave. Skin. He watched skin grow onto his body, covering the wings bursting from his back and sides of his head. Covering the six arms that now rest on his sides. Then hundreds of sharp, needle-like feathers began to burst from the raw, bloody skin of the wings.

[the-flowing-river]

Aw :(

[73647e]

my favorite thing about Dead Poets Society is that my English teacher had us watch it last year after reading A Catcher in the Rye. And I knew what was coming cause I've seen the goddamned movie so many times, but some people didn't, so when Neil was getting all naked n shit, everyone was giggling cause wtf is happening, right? then BAM! then they all stopped giggling. my English teacher also gives me extreme "I watched this movie and it changed the way I teach". he's a confusing guy.

[meganflores]

I can't believe that after a year of being here I'm still calling my mom like "I want to come home" wasn't it supposed to get easier?"

[mermaeids]

hear me out though. seventeen was the worst age

[acenestuff]

i just watched one piece red. and idk. it was a movie. that's for sure. i wouldn't say the best one. but a movie nonetheless