Collective meow

Thinking about an AU where 18-year-old Sam on the verge of leaving comes home to her mother screaming at her little sister. Sam's still high, the shouts ringing in her ears but the words formless. She's about to intervene when a slap cuts through it all. Her sister's on the floor and in the blink of an eye Sam has a hand wrapped around her mother's throat, slamming her against the wall.

Tara's climbing to her feet, eyes wide with fear at the scene. Sam doesn't look away from her mother as she says "Tara, go upstairs and pack a bag." Her sister doesn't move, so Sam turns away to look at her and repeats herself. Tara must see something in her wild eyes, because she runs up the stairs.

By the time Sam escorts her downstairs half an hour later, their mother is nowhere to be seen. Tara's led through the packing and into the car in silence. The what's happening?, the where are we going?, the are you ok? sits on the tip of her tongue, choked back by uncertainty and confusion.

Sam drives out of Woodsboro and doesn't look back.

OR

Sam, 19-years-old, long since kicked out of the house and on her way out of Woodsboro. She just has one stop to make, a goodbye she has to give first.

She sneaks into the house. The door is unlocked, she doesn't even need the key Tara hid outside for her, and it enrages her. Her baby sister is upstairs sleeping and anyone can just walk in.

Her mother is passed out on the floor leaning against the couch, snoring away and a bottle still in her lap. She creeps past her and up the stairs.

Sam perches herself on the edge of Tara's bed. Her sister is sprawled out on the mattress, the covers kicked off, and it makes her smile. She brushes Tara's hair back from her face and the smile falls from her face.

Her fingers trail down to the shadow around her neck. Sam reaches over to turn on the bedside lamp, catching sight of Tara's wrist at the same time. These are bruises. She wakes her sister up and demands answers from her. She doesn't like the answers she eventually coaxes from her. She likes Tara's attempt to lie to her even less.

She makes her pack, tells her to wait out front, that she'll be out in a minute. She kicks her mother awake, tells her she's leaving for good, and that she's not leaving alone. She tells her that she will never have the chance to hurt them again, and if she tries, well, she'll learn exactly how much like her father she can be,

📓🕯️🐇🖤pt.2

I'm still grieving the dreams I lost due to my disability and I just added another one

I found socks with my favorite flowers on them (nasturtiums!), but they literally don't match anything I own, so making an outfit with them is difficult.. just all black with the bright shoes and a random stuffed animal for accents lol

my depression is getting really really bad. like it’s been bad before but this is like… consistently really bad. like a long unending stretch for several weeks (and tbh months) now. to the point where no inoculation actually sticks (and im isolating myself from most of my inoculations anyway and feel unable to stop doing it even though i know it’s self destructive). im either helplessly unbearably miserable or numbing out on video games. i just don’t feel like it’s going to get better for me and i KNOW that is factually untrue but the feeling is louder than the knowledge and it’s just utterly immobilizing. ive been sinking in quicksand for 2 years.

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Seriously need to make more friends or go outside more (both things are easier said than done) bc I am a little bit tired of relying on content creation for attention and connection :(

Watched the first season of house of chocolate (chocolate guy's Netflix pastry/chocolatiering competition show) and highkey obsessed with the producers and the editors doing the absolute most to squeeze as much drama as possible out of these eight very professional and serious pastry chefs over eight episodes like I think some people would be understandably put off by the fabricated tensions and the blatant framing of pettiness among a group of highstrung but very talented and Just Trying to Do Their Best individuals but I for one think it's fucking hilarious

Like amaury chocolate guy guichon is out here trying his damnedest to teach and support these chefs and give helpful advice and step in whenever something goes wrong, not sending anyone home and instead giving private one on one instruction to the people who need it, and then every scene is undercut with your typical dramatic cooking competition music and editing in close ups of people looking pissed and salty when they were probably just thinking about nice it'll be to go to bed because they've been filming 14 hour challenges all week

Like I don't think these chefs have nearly as much beef with each other as it seems like from the editing but I do find the narrative being created delightfully compelling like they are trying to tell a STORY here and I respect it. Mellisa and Thiago talking shit at the sink. The dramatic solo shots of all of them in casual clothes brooding angstily on rooftops and in parking lots. Chef amaury deciding two people in two different teams were tied for best in class one episode and making the rest of the teams vote to "break the tie" and then when they all inevitably voted for their own teammates forced the two people to VOTE FOR THEMSELVES (not even to mention that one of them voted for the other with a clip of a post filming interview from him like "I've never been selfish" IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY THE OTHER VOTING FOR HERSELF). Mellisa picking tyricia to work with specifically so she could win best in class ONLY FOR CHEF AMAURY TO PICK TYRICIA OVER HER. Chef Amaury making the two winners of the pastry challenge one episode PICK THE PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T GET TO PARTICIPATE IN THE NEXT ROUND. IN FRONT OF GOD AND EVERYONE! They didn't have to do any of this but it took me the fuck out every time 10/10 reality TV entertainment thank u Netflix

looking at job prospects in science writing (depressing), and one of them is offering $80k/year. i look at it out of curiosity. it requires a phd.

for $80,000 per year. a phd. you want someone who has a fucking phd in a life science for $80,000 per year

jesus christ we are living in the worst timeline

it would be really cool if I could have a day this month where I wasn’t so chronically afraid it felt like my intestines were twisted into a möbius strip. Because ya’know- I really like my digestive tract being an orientable manifold. If that’s all the same to the universe.

i physically cannot bring myself to do anything lately like it's so bad

it's a little bit funny that i have such high stress levels that it's affecting my physical health in multiple ways to the point doctors keep insisting that i need to remove stress factors from my life but . i have nothing to remove. what do i do now

I hate saying this but I’m genuinely so mentally checked out of school right now and I hate it so fucking bad bc it makes doing even the simplest tasks so fucking difficult. I’m loving my mythology class bc it’s what I love to learn about but everything else feels so hard and heavy and burdensome. I have less than a month left but good lordt everything just feels so overwhelming and like I can’t keep up or retain anything and I hate it

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vege guy is so cute and pathetic sometimes man apparently he had a hard time at the lab today and he was scrolling through our line chat to cheer himself up