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ooc: i really didn’t mean to go totally inactive here; being a depressed POS who works nonstop and literally has no energy to do anything else just blows, you guys. i’m really sorry.
ooc: probably the last thing i needed to do was to create a fandomless horror original character but i had a bunny of an idea for a character and i couldn’t not do it, so please by all means, follow my other garbage boy over at —— @sinnerwrote. i will still be here, and there’s not much there right now, but ezekiel needed to be made.
JEROME / @stagekiller
well, isn’t this an intriguing development! he’s a little caught off guard by the sheer sudden loudness of the group as it invades the house; it’s been quiet for so long that the volume itself sounds almost obscene. the guests are not far off, either. clowns, or some variation on the idea, from the way they’re dressed. it’s unusual, but it’s hardly shocking –––– he has seen much stranger things come and go in his time spent locked away in the mansion. still, what is unusual is frequently entertaining, and above all else, an end to the monotony and boredom is what he is most after. when he’s called out, he hesitates for a moment. he obviously has the option of whether or not to come when summoned, and had the request to make himself known come from a less interesting looking source, he may have considered it longer. but this hardly looks to be a nuclear family with a dog and a minivan looking to settle in. no, this lot of guests seems to radiate with the promise of more fun than that. and so he decides to grace them with his presence, literally speaking. ❝ sorry about the mess, ❞ he gestures with a hand at the relative state of disarray the house has fallen into at the moment. ❝ we weren't really prepared for guests, y'know. ❞
RICHIE / @glcsowy
he thinks for a moment, trying to place richie; it’s no simple task for the boy who keeps his head buried in a book, his nose filled with coke, and his attendance low, but he does recall the loud boy from their shared world history class. he nods.
❝ oh, right. mister smith, third period. i can’t stand that guy. ❞ he dusts himself off and dabs at his lip again; the bleeding is slowing, at least. the bruise on his ego is fresh as a daisy however, anger bloomed in such a way that there is little hope he’ll recover gracefully from it. if he stays here, all he’ll be able to think about is that asshole jock and the dozen or so creative ways he could kill him. he tugs at the collar of his sweater as though it’s too hot –––– and at that moment, when all he can hear is the voodoo drum beat of his own heartbeat in his ears and all he can see is red, it is indeed too hot.
❝ listen, thanks for the help. i’m going to get outta here now, though. english lit is overrated. ❞ he motions towards the door at the end of the hall. it’s as close to an invitation as he knows how to give without asking outright if the other wants to join him, but it is there, nonetheless.
BELLATRIX / @illicios
so this is how one makes friends –––– he supposes it’s a little unorthodox to simply wait until something that passes for a friend breaks into one’s house, but at minimum, bellatrix is a reprieve from the never ending silence and isolation of the house. he delivers a story not too far from the truth, giving a shrug when she asks him to talk about himself. ❝ let's see. i went to westfield, but i got kicked out of that place. my mother's no hardcore satanist, but she's still a total fucking nightmare, 'far as parents go. she’s not around much though, so there's that. ❞ it’s just enough of the truth to feel as though he’s having a bonafide conversation with another person, yet sparse enough on the details that it’s as believable now as it would have been in 1994. to what end? he isn’t sure. but momentarily, it’s nice. ❝ so, we've covered the parents from hell bit. do you always break into houses for fun, or is this a new habit? ❞
ooc: wanted to let you guys know that i’m still here and working on making time for replies. i started back at work this week and have been going balls to the wall between that and home. buuuut i am planning on catching up all i can tonight while i get in on some handmaid’s tale watching provided i don’t totally crash.
MASON / @bonebaker con’t from here
he does an amicable job of hiding the little flare of anger that washes over him at the accusation –––– why the fuck would he be jealous, after all? –––– but he can't quite conceal the flush of red that hues his cheeks. physical responses are not so easy to erase. dark eyes peer over the lip of the book he's pouring over, meeting mason's just briefly enough.
❝ fuck off, dude. i'm not jealous. i was just saying. ❞
just saying, of course. because anything more than that would come dangerously close to just admitting, and that isn't a door tate is willing to approach, let alone walk through, just yet. he readjusts to slip lower into his seat, reclining into the chair and narrowing his eyes at the words on the page before him.
❝ bottle blonde cheerleaders aren't really my type. didn't think they were yours, either.❞
BELLATRIX / @illicios
he is, among other less than savory things, a very good liar. he is a quick thinker with a face that reads genuine even where the words fail to do so. still, her question of how long he's been the newest occupant of the house gives him a moment's pause –––– which prefabricated version of his history shall he go with this time? had he been more certain there was no making it out alive for this girl, he would weave a tale so tall that she would be stupid to accept it, for the sheer thrill of storytelling. this one, however, seemed to have decent odds; this meant she may later have the opportunity to talk. and so, he keeps it relatively low key, as far as lies go.
❝ a while ago –––– sometimes they keep it quiet, i guess. don't wanna alert every loser on the murder tour that there's a good reason to egg the place, y'know? ❞
when she offers to leave, he bites back on the panicked urge to tell her NO. over eagerness has never suited the boy, but jesus christ, it's been so long since anyone has so much as spoken to him while looking him in the eye. if there were a shred of altruism in him, he would tell her to go, to leave and to never come back there –––– but he can't. relaxing against the stairs and lifting his shoulders in a languid shrug, he sides with selfishness instead, a mock up of casual demeanor settling in. ❝ you can stay –––– if you want to, i mean. doesn't exactly sound like you're in a hurry to get back to lucifer and lillith, anyways. ❞
CHAD / @fluffertm
this is almost certainly a mistake. tate himself can see no good which can come of making some sort of false act of attrition, something that even this douchebag would be able to see through with absolute ease with as much of a bloodhound as he seemed to be about his better half's mistruths the entire time the couple had occupied the house as living guests. but moira had insisted, had outright demanded, that he clean up the mess he had created to the fullest of his abilities.
'i won't have another soul lost, confused, and wandering the halls of this house', she had warned him –––– that milky white eye of hers had said she meant business –––– 'you damned him to this life, and you will inform him on it. are we clear?'. and so went the sordid tale of how the same boy who had brutally murdered him, framed him for the death of his partner, became chad's unenthusiastic guide to the afterlife. save a little face with the old hag, keep her from spilling her guts to his mother, or worse yet, addie.
as motivational as her insistence may have been, he is no picture of sorrow or convincing apology when he appears before the other –––– his hands are up in a gesture of pure harmlessness, his posture relaxed and slouched. he can tell the guy what he needs to know about being dead, but he can't pretend to ask forgiveness for something he truly isn't sorry for. no less awkward introduction can be made, he decides, unsure how to begin the conversation other than a mumbled
❝ –––– hi. ❞
“It’s all bullshit! It’s all a fucking lie!”
MICHAEL / @dcvilrising
there is a curiosity sparked in dark eyes as he watches the minute temper tantrum unfold, almost childlike as he has to wonder both what the cause of it is and what the result will be; after all, he would never call michael predictable. feigning nonchalance, a tilt of his head.
❝ –––– wanna be more specific? ❞
“Most people are ungrateful to be alive.”
❝ can you blame them? i mean look at the word, bell –––– ❞
he shakes his head ruefully. it's a disheartening and melancholic view of the world if ever there was one, but it is a truth that he has always known to be the facts. it's a filthy goddamn horror show of a place; thinking otherwise simply means one is not paying the proper attention to their surroundings. a macabre take on it all perhaps, but nonetheless, his own 'glass half empty' take.
❝ it's not exactly disneyland.❞
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BELLATRIX / @illicios
❝ –––– interesting theory. ❞
his voice is a hum as he sizes up the situation; she could theoretically be entirely full of shit, but she's gone through all the trouble of trespassing and hasn't followed it up with too many questions.a normal person would frankly have an assortment of them –––– where are his parents, why is he not more concerned with the strange girl who'd let herself in through the front door, why is he so calm when they're in talks over her occultist wackjob parents? –––– but she has asked next to none. that alone seems to be a significant clue about the stranger.
❝ maybe it's the house. y’know, they say it draws in the people it wants, like some kind of spiritual fly trap or something, ❞ he muses with a tilt of his head. in truth, he isn't sure how the house selects people, why those who are drawn there or damned to linger there were chosen. but it does seem to have a way of pulling in dark souls like a magnet. is bellatrix one of those dark souls, too? too early to decide.
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he tilts his head, looking at the blonde with an expression of mock innocence; it isn’t an altogether believable act, but perhaps she doesn’t know him well enough to immediately detect his bullshit. he will take his chances, he supposes. ❝ –––– me? never… ❞
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The quotes are written in order of the movies, so moving from Saw to Saw VII.
“Most people are ungrateful to be alive.”
“I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside.”
“You don’t know me, but I know you.”
“ Oh shit, I’m probably dead.”
“Face it ( NAME ), we’re both bullshitters.“
“Oh my god! What are you doing?”
“My name is very fucking confused, what’s your name?”
“I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant.”
“When there’s that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do is shoot yourself.”
“Oh yes, there will be blood.”
“How much blood will you shed to stay alive?”
“Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve life.”
“Would you kindly get me a glass of water? I would very much appreciate that.”
“By creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal.”
“We have to play by the fucking rules.”
“It’s not a fortress, it’s a fucking house.”
“They’ve been dead this whole fucking time.”
“He knows about us, our names – there is something we are not seeing here.“
“The only door you know how to open is between your legs.”
“You fucking bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Death is a surprise party. Unless of course you’re already dead on the inside.”
“Don’t be afraid ( NAME ), your life has just begun.”
“The rules of our game have been made very clear.”
“Then help me! Fix me, motherfucker! Fix me! I’m standing right here!”
“Let me give you the simple version.”
“You’d be surprised what tools can save your life.”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s hard to concentrate when you’re surrounded by so many things you could kill me with.”
“It’s all bullshit! It’s all a fucking lie!”
“Why don’t you fucking tell me something I don’t know, you stupid cunt?”
“In my desperation, I decided to give you one last chance.”
“I wanted you to succeed – you couldn’t.”
“Time is an illusion that cannot be given.”
“You think it’s over but the games have just begun.”
“You don’t ever go through an unsecure door. Ever.”
“I don’t want to play anymore.”
“Listen to me, I’m not the one you gotta worry about. You understand me?”
“You see, things are sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad.”
“How you play the cards you’re dealt – that’s all that matters.”
“You feel you now have control, don’t you?”
“Killing is distasteful to me. There is a better, more efficient way.”
“Vengeance can change a person. Make you into something you never thought you were capable of being.”
“Tonight you’ll see the difference between killing and rehabilitation.”
“You didn’t see the blood! You didn’t see what he fucking did to her!”
“We were all supposed to die. You were supposed to be the hero.”
“You can dispense justice and give people a chance to value their lives in the same moment.”
“They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. But I find it somewhat distasteful.”
“If you’re good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.”
“You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance.”
“Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you.”
“Piranha!”
“I’m only carrying out ( NAME )’s final wish.”
“Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”
“Go, you fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go!”
“Do you like the way brutality feels?”
“Fear, suffering, death. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“All of my work has been leading to this.”
“The last piece of the puzzle is you.”
“You wanna know the only thing that’s wrong with killing you, ( NAME )? I can only do it once.”
“I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I say how grateful we are to be part of your promotional DVD.”
“You are perhaps my greatest asset.”
“It’s a remarkable feat indeed. Remarkable, if not a little perverse.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I’ve shown you a lot of places, but there is one that will be perhaps the most meaningful to you.”
“Game over.”
BELLATRIX / @illicios
satan’s bride! what a thrilling and unconventional idea. it is of course utter bullshit –––– if there was a hell, surely he would be there –––– but it is an interesting concept regardless and one that he is eager to hear more about in terms of parenting style. ❝ sounds like some manson family shit. ❞ he's a little too enthusiastic with his words, ever so slightly more excited than a normal person should be in regards to murderous santanic cults slipping into the conversation so organically when names have barely been exchanged. it isn’t every day that he is deemed worthy of conversation, let alone that he gets to entertain anything of actual intrigue. still, he can’t help but ask –––– ❝ you always just spill your guts to strangers, or is today some sort special occasion? ❞