My God. You’re making this worse than it has to be.
Fai_Ryy
$LAYYYTER
Cosmic Funnies
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
KIROKAZE
🪼

#extradirty
RMH
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
ojovivo
Game of Thrones Daily
Show & Tell

Kiana Khansmith

gracie abrams
tumblr dot com

titsay

Discoholic 🪩

No title available

blake kathryn
No title available

seen from Colombia

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Israel
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from Bahrain
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from Colombia

seen from Canada
seen from Venezuela
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Germany
seen from Israel
@yekvfrye-blog
My God. You’re making this worse than it has to be.
via Instagram http://ift.tt/2pvtta9
If you want to find me, I’m ALMOST always on these two blogs:
YEKVFRYE (this one heya!)
& my OC, HEBVEL (mainly horror based but I have multiple verses laid out for him)
‘ oh yeah, excuse the public for wondering about your safety, sir. ’ [ hELLO THERE, KUYA. ]
BUZZFEED UNSOLVED | ACCEPTING
A close call, that’s what it was. He had almost been hit by a speeding car, his thoughts drifted too far that he failed to notice as he continued to walk across the street. The vehicle had collided with a post as it swerved in an effort to avoid the young man, creating an uproar within the vicinity. The commotion had caused Jacob to realize what was going on but he remained motionless, wide-eyed and still trying to process what had just transpired. It was very unlike him to get caught in a daze ( unless he had a sleepless night like every other college student out there or he had an argument with his old man again. )
The driver ( who, thankfully was unharmed though the same could not be said for his car ) visibly distraught stomped towards Jacob & berated him for the accident HE had caused. His brows furrowed, lips thinned in annoyance at how he was blamed ; he would have apologized if he had a minute to gather his bearings but instead spat an insult in frustration prompting the driver to physically assault him. The crowd grew as both men exchanged blows.
The sound of sirens were heard across the street, in the cops’ arrival were they finally halted from trying to maul each other to death. Jacob had been escorted away from the site, his knuckles bloody, lip bleeding and bruises now decorate his face (more than the other man). He perches by the ambulance with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and buries his head in his hands, a curse he mutters under his breath ; Great! just another reason for his father to scold him if he finds out about this – which he somehow ALWAYS does. He has no excuse this time as the police were involved. The lad just sits in silence before being approached by a woman offering some “advice” ❝ Well send them my gratitude! ❞ he responds with a bit of arrogance in his tone.
‘ there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. you can’t see gravity – that’s real. ’
BUZZFEED UNSOLVED | ACCEPTING
He had just returned from an assignment and is now at his desk filing a report to submit to the chief, impressive ( or concerning ) considering its been a few days since being discharged from the hospital. He’s not young anymore but Jacob still has that spirit despite the grueling emotional torture from his previous private investigation concerning Jack, a former student he adored like a son back in the day & it affected him deeply for what he had become – A criminal, a murderer but the assassin tries not to ponder on it too much as he had already been dealt with.
Admittedly, he found it difficult to navigate for he had lost an eye in the scuffle with Jack and still had a cast slung over his shoulder ( he grimaces, growing impatient at his casted arm. He wants it to heal fast and not feel the pain in his limb anymore ), it took longer than expected for him to be in the field ; the once agile assassin was now slow & careful, his boisterous demeanor has been calmed as he presently holds a more committed view in this profession ( albeit he still confides in The Rooks when he needed the assistance ).
Jacob treads the hall towards Sohee’s office, calls her attention by knocking thrice on the already open door and places a folder on her desk as he relays the outcome of the earlier mission, remarks of a paranormal occurrence he experienced while there though ultimately failed to find its cause. He laughs a little at her response through a pang of nervousness, he wasn’t entirely sure whether she was joking or being serious but he makes a snide remark in return to wash away the sullenness in his voice ❝ or whatever passes by my right! ❞
‘ no, i won’t haunt you cause i’ll be dead. ghosts aren’t real. ’
BUZZFEED UNSOLVED | ACCEPTING
Once, he believed in that notion and had a strong opinion against the paranormal ; Stupid & useless he thought, a waste of time so he didn’t bother too much and shrugged off any odd happenings that occurred within the walls of his own home. Until his beloved twin sister dragged him into meeting a contact persuading them to join this “Ghost Club” of his, Evie of course, quickly accepted ( with an excited, goofy grin on her face he recalls ) while he had his doubts but ended up voluntarily involving himself in their antics. ( taunted by his sister for this though he argued that he needed something to do, to stretch his legs and seek some adrenaline, Jacob wasn’t one to sit around all day while she does all the “FUN” part. )
Though still not thoroughly convinced of these spirits’ existence, the club did manage to accomplish one thing: pique Jacob’s curiosity to the point that he came to respect their beliefs as he himself had witnessed these hauntings ( yet in some instances, his poking around managed to debunk most of it as mere pranks much to the club’s dismay. ) ❝ and what if they are? ❞ The young assassin responds, brows raised and lips pursed questioning the belief he was previously against. ❝ but do haunt me and let me know how the after life is! ❞ He now jests with a smirk on his lips and a shrug of his shoulders.
✰ * º ❛ buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters ( pt. four ) ❜
( part of the youtube starter series )
‘ you don’t feel strange at all? not even a little bit? ’ ‘ oh shit, waddup! i’m taking a selfie with some demons, yooo. hell yeah, whaaa!! ’ ‘ you’re insufferable. ’ ‘ yeah, i’m just gonna… get some fucking holy water. ’ ‘ i’ve lived my life with one adage and that’s don’t fuck with demons. ’ ‘ i just love seeing you squirm! ’ ‘ okay, tell your spooky story! ’ ‘ i think this is all bullshit. ’ ‘ we better get out of this house, somebody knocked our little bear out of his little wicker chair. ’ ‘ you’re telling me you wouldn’t be unnerved by going upstairs and seeing a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it? ’ ‘ what the fuck? oh shit! no!! where’s my holy water? ’ ‘ what the fuck? oh shit! no!! ’ ‘ where’s my holy water? ’ ‘ it’s just a flashlight! it rolls, it’s cylindrical! ’ ‘ here’s the thing– this is what i fucking love about like, paranormal evidence. people are always clamoring for it, right? like ‘where’s the evidence,’ and then when the evidence is finally they’re like, ‘fake!’ ’ ‘ if you slit my throat tonight, i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that. ’ ‘ will you haunt me for the rest of my life? ’ ‘ no, i won’t haunt you cause i’ll be dead. ghosts aren’t real. ’ ‘ that demon’s racist! ’ ‘ fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house. ’ ‘ this demon’s what’s wrong with hollywood. ’ ‘ whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon. ’ ‘ you’ve lost your mind! ’ ‘ here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo. ’ ‘ fuck this house. fuck this house so hard. ’ ‘ here’s the thing, i discount almost 100% of all of ‘i saw it in the middle of the night’ things because sleep paralysis, often times, most people wake up and see shit. ’ ‘ if i wake up tonight and there’s this grotesque looking thing laying next to me and just staring at me with it’s fucking stupid beady eyes open, i’m gonna shit myself. there’s gonna be poo in my sleeping bag. ’ ‘ i’m gonna sleep closer to you, i don’t care. ’ ‘ every little pin drop that you hear, every little creak, it’s gonna make your butthole tighten. ’ ‘ i think it would be a sleep-full night for me if it weren’t for you. ’ ‘ annnnnd nope, i’m man enough to admit that this is not happening tonight. i can’t. it’s not happening ever. ’ ‘ you givin’ up? ’ ‘ i just think it’s silly to give up at the last minute, but whatever. you know, it’s no big deal. ’ ‘ did you just call the demon a motherfucker? ’ ‘ i don’t give a shit now, i’m gone. ’ ‘ peace out, bitches. go fuck yourself. you were truly awful and i hate you. ’ ‘ this is the happiest moment of my life. ’ ‘ i think it was just a wonderful coincidence. ’ ‘ i’m glad it happened because i got to see you turn into a babbling mess. ’ ‘ i’m happy to let you believe in this ‘cause i think it’s fun that you believe in it, cause if we go to more places, it’s gonna be fun to watch you freak out some more. so great. ’ ‘ let’s just call it unsolved, how ‘bout that? ’ ‘ but we sure had fun! ’ ‘ he looks really happy, actually. look at that little face. he looks like he’s eatin’ grapes. ’ ‘ that’s really interesting, let’s get the fuck out of here. ’ ‘ i don’t wanna imagine that. can’t you just let me enjoy the moment for once? ’ ‘ what a trip its been. we’ve seen a lot of stuff. seen spiders, we’ve seen… ghouls. ’ ‘ this looks like disney land. i wouldn’t be surprised if they got cotton candy in there. ’ ‘ yuk it up, man. yuk it up. you’re really enjoying this, but when the lights go off, this may be a little different. ’ ‘ you’re full of shit if you do not feel strange right now. ’ ‘ i assure you in like half of the places you’ve been, people have died there. people have probably died in the chipotle we just ate at. ’ ‘ well then that’s why she didn’t live forever! cause she found a loophole! ’ ‘ i won’t argue that your logic is flawed. i just hate it because it’s detrimental to my argument. ’ ‘ you think the ghosts just checked in every like 3 to 5 years? ’ ‘ this is a theory. i’m just stating a theory. ’ ‘ no one builds a house like this because they have arthritis. no one says, ‘oh, my knuckles feel a little funny. i’m gonna build a house with 500 rooms.’ ’ ‘ i hear ya, man. i agree with ya. i’m just saying this is a theory that people believe… and i’m relaying the theory. ’ ‘ those people are idiots. ’ ‘ i mean, you know what the doctor says: ‘nothing’s better for arthritis than a two story drop to the floor below’ right? ’ ‘ although, i will say, i cannot imagine communicating with spirits produces any kind of receipt. ’ ‘ that’d be– yeah. i… i agree with your calling of bullshit. ’ ‘ good! i’m glad we agree on something for once. ’ ‘ i’m gonna lock myself in here with the ghosts. ’ ‘ i knew that you were gonna do that and it still scared me. fuck you. ’ ‘ hey, man. calm down! ’ ‘ you almost scared me to death – i’m never gonna forgive you for that. hope you’re fucking proud of yourself. ’ ‘ there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. you can’t see gravity – that’s real. ’ ‘ i can’t see gravity? yeah, i can drop an apple. ’ ‘ hey, ghosts! tussle my hair. give me a little purple nurple or something, let’s have some fun! ’ ‘ you’re the worst. ’ ‘ if i have to spend one more moment looking at your silly face, i think i might murder you myself. ’ ‘ we’re on our way to a nightmare. ’ ‘ you’re on your way to a nightmare. i’m on my way to a nice retreat. ’ ‘ this is a mistake. ’ ‘ there’s also a thunderstorm rolling in so that’s fun. ’ ‘ he looks fine. look at him! the kids fine and now i feel like a big weenie. ’ ‘ you are a big weenie. ’ ‘ this is the beginning of a horror movie right now. ’ ‘ that’s an ominous cloud in the sky. some very atmospheric thunder. ’ ‘ well, this seems all horrible and awful in general. ’ ‘ look, there’s spiders everywhere, so that’s nice. ’ ‘ see, i’m more concerned about the spiders than the ghosts. ’ ‘ i thought i got bit in the asscheeks by a spider. ’ ‘ anytime i get even remotely spooked, i just look to the monkey with the sunglasses. ’ ‘ is that a bed? is that a guy? should we poke it with a stick? ’ ‘ uhh, sure. if that’s what it’s gonna take to get us out of here then yes, i believe in all of this. ’ ‘ this is a fucking nightmare. ’ ‘ what the fuck was that?! holy shit balls! ’ ‘ okay, i don’t care what his favorite was – fuck that, let’s go. ’ ‘ toodaloo, can’t say it was pleasurable. ’ ‘ fuck everything about that place. ’ ‘ ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe this one. it’s very strange. ’ ‘ my interest is piqued. ’ ‘ they’re making their kids work seven days a week? my parents would maybe be like, ‘empty the dishwasher’ on a… you know, a thursday, and i’d be like, ‘this is bullshit.’ ’ ‘ i guess i’d run away from my parents if they made me work seven days a week, especially if i was shoveling horse shit and moving dirt. ’ ‘ i’d fake my own death. ’ ‘ you strike me as one of those idiots who likes to put their phone down and walk into the middle of the woods and experience nature and all that bullshit. ’ ‘ either way, leaving your house in this day and age without your phone, without your credit cards, that’s already a death sentence. you can’t do that. ’ ‘ this is what happens when you live on a farm. ’ ‘ what wide generalization are you gonna make about people on farms right now? ’ ‘ i just think you gotta read some– some culture, eh, watch some two and a half men, i don’t care. just connect to popular media and know what the world is thinking, otherwise you go nuts. ’ ‘ yeah, ‘cause nothing says sanity and civilization like a red robin resturant, right? ’ ‘ how much trouble could a family of farmers get into? ’ ‘ farmers and bears don’t mix. they don’t put bears on farms. ’ ‘ i imagine this is a little bit more than they bargained for when they were trying to find that pikachu. ’ ‘ that’s fucking terrifying. ’ ‘ you just lock your door. you’re in a car, drive away. that’s not that scary. and then, you know, if the doors don’t work and he starts breaking a window, then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer. ’ ‘ then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer. ’ ‘ what point does the fear come in? about when the life is draining out of my body. ’ ‘ oh yeah, excuse the public for wondering about your safety, sir. ’ ‘ this does make me realize i don’t give people the middle finger enough. ’ ‘ i guess i’ll just go fuck myself then. ’ ‘ i’m not gonna go find my kids if i’m trying to get off the grid. off the grid, no more kids. ’ ‘ alright, well… once again, we’ve solved nothing. ’ ‘ do you think you could become part of a shared delusion? ’ ‘ every time i’ve ever offered even a little bit of a delusional thought, you immediately shut it down. ’ ‘ no one thinks they’re susceptible to shared delusions and then it happens. ’ ‘ what if we’re in a shared delusion right now? ’ ‘ is this all in our mind? ’ ‘ it could be all in our mind. this could be the most elaborate delusion of all and we’re talking we’re talking about delusions which, in term, is actually a weird delusional loop. ’
Once I was 7 years old…
reblog if it’s 100% okay for mutuals to tag you in a starter
❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞
OVERWATCH | CLOSED
❝ Have you and Evie been hanging out? ❞ He recalls how out of the blue his sister would ramble about science and the paranormal, going on about how parallel worlds affect this déjà vu phenomenon. Admittedly Jacob found it quite interesting but not so much for him to dig too deep into it – until now. He shuts his mouth now deep in thought as he remembers a certain dream he’s had ❝ Well there was this one instance where I – ❞ and Jacob shares his experience claiming he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was real or an imagination.
❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
OVERWATCH | CLOSED
❝ Hah! Hardly ❞ There was a challenge staring him straight in the eye and Jacob never backs down from any even after that embarrassing defeat under her hands. It’s the fire that rages in his heart and the adrenaline flowing through his veins that propels the young leader forward ; more eager to win than ever.
❝ You look so much like father now ❞, he smiles fondly at the memory, at the man infront of him. Another confrontation, another reminder of what they both lost and things they are yet to lose. ❝ He would've - ... he would've been proud, I guess ❞. He guesses because he'll never be same as him, he wasn't born of the Knight's flesh and blood anyways.
❝ I should’ve grown a moustache to complete the look then?❞ Jacob jests as he slips his thumb and forefinger down from his upper lip and laughs, mellow and raspy. So much has changed in 20 years, that’s how long it has been. Running and hiding from a faction and a monarch he once swore fealty to as they sought for answers. The stress and sleepless nights finally catching up as wrinkles adorned his face and the tiredness now evident in his once vibrant eyes.
He would’ve been PROUD.
The laughter fades as he reminisces with a sigh – for so long has he yearned for his father’s pride. In his youth, his heart ached with jealousy at the very man before him as he had been by their father’s side while Jacob remained sheltered to learn of the knights’ scriptures. He was consumed by it, made his life to prove the world that he was worth a damn but in the means had lost himself yet here he is, found and cleansed from the burden of rage and doubt. ❝ Right – father would have ❞ The former knight smiles as if it has been ages since he’s shown contentment ❝ at both of us wouldn’t you say brother? ❞
i had to grow up before i was supposed to
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) // Florence + The Machine
:*
❝ Careful now, keep that up and I may just assume you got a crush on me! ❞
"Did you just cough up blood?!"
THIS MEME | CLOSED
Steadily his head turns & stares unamused at the younger man as a hand wipes away excess blood dripping from his lip ❝ apparently so ❞. Jacob struggles to lift himself, a sharp pain still ringing around his stomach from a rather mighty blow from an earlier skirmish with some ill-intentioned individuals (who fortunately were apprehended not long after) ‘shit’ he curses between gritted teeth as he stumbles back on his knees ❝ Just give me a minute ❞ and the Assassin contemplates whether or not he was getting too old for this sort of bullshit — definitely not!
bastille // power