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guys I hate living in hurricane utah. you will not believe what i just saw.
#cryptid sightings
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Well? You cant just say that and tag it #cryptid sightings and not elaborate!
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Dont you know that Utah is full of cryptids man. They probably saw the Wire Monster
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The what.
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WHAT?
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GUYS IM ACTUALLY ILL. I WENT TO THE SKATEBOARD PARK AFTER HOURS AND A GIANT METALLIC MONSTER GIRL ON WHEELS JUST INSULTED ME. AND THEN SHE DID THE TRICK I HAD BEEN PRACTICING BUT SHE DID IT BETTER
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tfw you're so bad at rollerskating that your sleep paralysis demon shows up to outdo you
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PLEAAAAASE NO
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We know what you did.
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This whole blog is giving ARG guys. But I googled the restaurant and it used to be a real place??? Someone pls explain
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GUYS I'm so scared for my life right now! bumped into his weird guy on the street and his hat fell off and his whole head was BALD AND PURPLE. like his skin was purple. And he smelled like roadkill. Did I just encounter a zombie?!
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omg youre so rude! why are you demonizing that poor homeless man?! blocked
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OP makes me sick
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Oh my god guys normally I just post about whenever this guy ends up on the news but I literally saw him IRL today! He's moved back to Hurricane Utah?! Oh my god!
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SAY SIKE RN HE SAID HED NEVER RETURN
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you mean that guy who was arrested for killing a bunch of kids including his own daughter??? should we be worried
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Clearly you haven't done your research. It wasn't him. They're still not sure who the murderer was but a lot of online fans believe that the murderer might have been Henry Emily's co-owner and friend William Afton. Naturally the guy disappeared shortly after Emily's arrest. Right, @william-afton-sightings ?
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The guy's a ghost. I've literally turned this blog into a search for the Vintage Spring Bonnie suit, seeing as it was what the murderer wore to kill the missing kids. It's also missing, btw. It was also the only suit William Afton would wear, and some reports say he didn't like it when employees wore his suit. I'm hoping if I look for the Vintage Bonnie suit, then Afton might be too.
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I've seen a spring bonnie suit but it was probably a crappy cosplay or smth. horror attraction by my place is trying to make it freddys pizzeria themed (disgraceful)
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I have literally never seen a cosplay of Spring Bonnie. DM me PLEASE
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WAIT BONNIE_LVR ARE YOU IN HURRICANE BECAUSE I SAW THAT PLACE TOO. OMG IS THIS WHY MR EMILY IS BACK?!
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Ugh this is such a niche tv show all of you are just voting based on what you know of the animatronics, not the show. gtfo posers
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OMG PLEASE VOTE FOXY HES SUCH A FASCINATING VILLAIN PLS PLS PLS PLS FOXY SWEEP
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reminder this is unreality. go ahead and vote in the poll and click the link of that tagged blog tho
#tw caps#unreality#dashboard simulator#fnaf#fnaf if it were REAL lol#the wire monster is ennard. if you care.#scrap baby mentioned !!!!!!#any real urls ive accidentally made is unintentional sorry LOL#the tagged blog is not real. you may notice a link. go ahead and click on it its not a rick roll#its not a virus. its a yt video#five nights at freddys#five nights at freddy's#spring bonnie#set between#fnaf 5#and fnaf 6#i guess also before#fnaf 3
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The Grass is Always Greener (a Next Door Boy tale)
That's basically me. I'm a Japanese-American model who grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah. As you can see, I value a hard work ethic. Working out is a part-time job, literally. I post fit inspo on Instagram where I partner with various healthy brands. Then I model with an agency. It's usually for asian audiences in the international market.
You'd think I had it all, but I don't. I'm a gay asian man in world where white cock is worshipped. I can't tell you how many times I've been passed up for a white guy. So many failed hook ups when they realize I'm asian. Forget my rock-hard ass or my six pack stomach, when it comes to revealing my face, I get blocked so often. There are of course guys who love asian guys, but when I unsheathe my 9 inch cock, they feel I'm not playing to their fantasy of femme asian man well enough.
This isn't to mention all the years in public school of teasing. It's hard to take pride in traditional cooking when the memories of classmates making faces at the 'weird smell' comes up.
Sure I'm young, fit, and rich, but when Next Door Boy came to my attention, I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to become white. To finally fit in.
This is me now. My name is Mark and unlike my last name, you could say it without thinking that I'm asian. Sure I'm no longer packing a 9-inch sword in my pants, but I've gotten so much ass that I couldn't compare numbers. I've been slowly working this body to be more ripped. I've been hitting the gym everyday. I hadn't noticed how many guys check you out at the gym. Maybe it's because my white ass fills out my compression shorts well. Or maybe this body is just that more attractive.
I still own my old body. The company is keeping it 'on ice,' which is to say an employee is wearing it to maintain my old life while I'm living as a college WASP. It's a totally different feeling to enter a place and know that people want you there.
It's a bit difficult though. I miss my family and my parts of my old life. The food especially. Yet, when I try to stomach it, it just tastes and smells too weird now. I can't believe I've been eating that most of my life. Maybe my taste buds haven't gotten used to it, but I've just stuck with chicken breasts and protein shakes.
Another thing that makes me feel guilty is that my dating app has been blowing up nonstop. I feel like a puppet master. I can make them do anything with a little tease of sex. And to give something back to the asian community, I hook up with some occasionally. I do make them beg for it and I love when they moan and whimper like bitches. Sure my cock might be smaller, but the way I make them cum without touching their dick is insanely satisfying.
I used to worry that I might never go back to being asian. Now I'm worried I can't be the white jock I was supposed to be.
Can I ask you a question? Which would you rather be?
#possession#male possession#body possession#male body possession#race change#racial change#gay male story#male body exhibit#a next door boy tale#next door boy#jock#mental change
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Okay disregard my last revivebur blurb i have a better one
After Wilbur death, his partner goes to live out of the smp
there is an incident, but it is relatively more peaceful
instead of UTAH, Wilbur leaves the SMP to go travel in other servers, and gets caught up in some weird shit idk idk. Point of the story— he’s in disguise
he meets the reader as the new neighbor in town! Reader doesn’t recognize him since their sight is balls after the incident, and maybe Wilbur is wearing a mask
wibbbbber is afraid of revealing himself as Wilbur due to fear of rejection so he tries to get close to you while still under the “neighbor” role
yall become friends, and the reader confides in [Wilbur] about her late fiancé, Wilbur soot!
”he was a lovely singer but a hopeless dancer…”
”our poet”
”I wish I had been there for him in the end, at least more often.”
speaks very highly of him, clearly loves him still while Wilbur is actually there and just 💘
OKAY I am responding to this one and probably the last one (later) because I have THOUGHTS
First of all, I love everything about this. Maybe reader is essentially blind after the incident (a fire? a final battle? idk). Reader has a service dog, and they “meet” Wilbur when he compliments how adorable the dog is (mans has a soft spot for animals and you cannot convince me otherwise). Wilbur recognizes you—of course—but how could he speak to you after everything? He doesn’t deserve redemption (he never did quite forgive himself), but maybe he could at least be close to you.
Meanwhile, reader can only sort of see Wilbur (maybe they’re the sort of blind where you can only make out shadows/light), but something about his presence feels warm and familiar. His voice sounds familiar too, but just a little off. Reader can’t quite place it, but they feel safe with Wilbur in a way that they themself don’t fully understand. This means, of course, that Wilbur visits a lot.
It’s a late night conversation, one held over warm tea as the rain patters gently on the roof. You’re sitting on the loveseat in your living room, dog curled up beside you, dozing off. Wilbur sits across from you in a chair, and you can barely see his silhouette. He’s asking you about your life before you arrived in town, asking less like he’s curious and more like he already knows. You write your suspicions off as your own paranoia as you begin telling him about Wilbur.
“He was too ambitious for his own good, sometimes,” you say wistfully, setting your tea on a side table. “That’s why I loved him. He wouldn’t take a ‘no’ from anyone. He had an idea of how the world should be, and nothing could deter him from that.”
Wilbur is quiet for a moment. “Sounds foolish,” he says. His tone is somewhat bitter, and he regrets the words as soon as they’re spoken.
“Maybe,” you reply thoughtfully. “Maybe sometimes…but I think his heart was always in the right place.” You pause. “Even at the end.”
You continue telling him about Wilbur, about himself, though you may not know it. How he was a terrible dancer, how he would apologize for stepping on your toes with a kiss pressed to the back of your hand. How, even when his mind was slipping, he held you at night whenever he could (so tightly, as if he feared you would slip away). How he always spoke highly of you. How he would recite poetry and respond to your light teasing with mock offense before showering you in kisses. How, during the fighting and whenever he was away, you’d receive his handwritten letters.
And then, you reach his death. “I would have done anything to save him,” you say. “Even then. Even at his worst, I would have done anything.” Your voice trembles, and you try to calm yourself with another sip of tea. When that doesn’t work, you find yourself sighing. “I wonder if he knew that. I was never good at telling him. I just wish…I wish I would have told him I loved him more, especially at the end.”
Wilbur’s heart breaks at the words, at the solemn expression on your face. He finds himself asking the question that he’s been dying to ask this whole time. “And…and did you forgive him? For all of it?” His breath hitches in his throat. He desperately wants a yes, but part of him wants a no. Part of him wants you to affirm what he’s believed about himself the whole time—that he’s unforgivable. That it’s a good thing that he died, and that you left.
Instead, you pause. “Yeah. For all of it. And I would do it all again, if I could go back. I would relive every painful moment just to be with him.”
Wilbur slowly gets out of his chair to kneel in front of yours. Hesitantly, he takes your hands in his. “I think he knows,” he says softly. “I think he knows that you loved him. Even at the end.” His breaths are short, and his legs tremble. He knows that you’ll recognize him now, and it terrifies him. The thought of losing you again is unbearable, but how can he watch you be in so much pain?
Your brows furrow slightly as you feel the steady weight of his hands in yours. And then, all the pieces fall together. These are familiar hands. These are the hands that held yours the day his nation gained independence. They’re the hands that held yours again in a dark cavern as he plotted a second revolution. You know every callous on these fingers.
“Wilbur…” His name has hardly left your lips before you’re pulling him close. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. The embrace feels like home. “It’s you.” You can hardly get the words out, too much in shock and disbelief.
“It’s me,” he confirms. He buries his face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry—I’m—I’m so sorry, love. I would redo it—“
“Shh,” you say. “Please. Just…” You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hands. You may only see his silhouette, but you know exactly how he’s looking at you. You can see those brown eyes in your mind just as clearly. “Don’t apologize. I know you’re sorry.”
“I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice is slowly crumbling, and he feels your arms around him once more.
“I know.” There are so many questions in your mind, so many things you want to ask. How is he here? Why has he said nothing about his own identity?
But those can all wait. “Make it up to me,” you say quietly. “Stay this time.”
He nods. He presses a kiss to your jaw, then to your cheek, then one to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.
And this time, you know he’s telling the truth.
#I LOVED THIS ASK#if anyone else sends me asks you get a free kiss (platonically)#asks <3#listenheresweaty#revivebur x reader#wilbur soot x reader
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Here is part two of my thoughts, notes, and reactions to Red Versus Blue Season 9 as a first time watcher!
Season 9 part 2:
Damn imagine your breath being so bad you can smell it through the fully face covering helmet. Brush your teeth Epsilon…
The director’s a dick, Alpha’s a dick, and Epsilon’s even a dick! It’s the dick circle of life! And also “quite the lineage” according to Tucker
Wait wait backup…. CABOOSE YOU GREW UP ON A MOON? Could we actually go back to that! That sounds way more interesting then Operation: Let’s Get Dommed by Tex Again
Tex likes you Epsilon (or likes Alpha?), but Caboose is right, she’s really is just kinda mean. Awesome though…. and badass… but mean.
“You know what the difference between stalking and romance is? Romance happens in movies. In real life, it’s called stalking,” you know what? Maybe Tucker really is kinda based.
YES DUMBASS!! YOU SHOULD’VE FIGURED OUT SOMEONE HAULED A GRENADE AT YOU SOONER
Huh, North Dakota really healed from those bullet wounds quickly!
Uhmm what the fuck happened to Utah? Did he die cause of the weird ability stuff you guys use.
Someone’s throwing hands with crumpet eater Wyoming and MAINE (plus whoever York is)? And they’re a new recruit? It’s Tex isn’t it…
YEP THAT’S TEX’S ARMOR!
“Hey South? You might actually learn something if you stop running your mouth,” CHEW HER ASS UP SASSY CYAN LADY BEAT HER ASS!! So I looked up her name she’s Carolina… oooh!
Oh, so Maine was a grunting, growling weirdo even before the Character AI addiction
Guys guys… you WOULDNT be getting your ASSES HANDED to you if you FUCKING COMMUNICATED. STRATEGY PEOPLE. STRATEGY!!!
Damn they even have advanced paintball up in here… change the guns a bit and they’ll be able to have Splatoon turf wars as a training sim. That could be really fun!
Actually I take that back… the freelancers would probably get WAAAAY too competitive
TEX WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH TESTICLES?!! First Grif now York?! JEEZE!
This is what I mean by these fuckers are WAY TOO COMPETITIVE!! REALLY?! LIVE BULLETS? way to be sore losers…
Nah… I know Tex did NOT just say “never abandon your team” YOU LITERALLY BETRAYED EVERYBODY LAST SEASON!!
And what did it get you Tex? KILLED! IT GOT YOU KILLED AND SHELVED IN great value MATRIX with EPSILON.
In fact, you’ve made a HABIT OF THIS! THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TOME YOU’VE DONE THIS! YOU ABANDONED TUCKER AND CABOSE TO CHASE WYOMING
As much as I wanna say “Tex, you can do no wrong,” YOU HAVE DONE PLENTY WRONG. Girlypop I cannot defend you like this in these conditions
“Do you think our enemies will care about regulations on the battlefield?” I dunno direchtor… considering you got sacked because your enemies were following regulation… I’m gonna say yeah
Not only that, but the one place they can consider as a “home” should VERY WELL have some regulations! It’s supposed to be a place where they can feel comfortable! Emphasis on “supposed”
Ah, blue team… you guys are so lovingly pathetic it’s adorable. And deep down I know Tex agrees with me.
Honestly, Lopez stealing Simmons’s identity was kind of a slay… I mean sure it’s bad for Simmons but also…. He ate that
ALPHA?! LIKE OG ALPHA AS IN CHURCH? I thought they did the whole torture him until he split into different personalities… is this before that? Interesting…
So this mission is in the middle of an “urban environment” huh? Yeah this is gonna go great I can already tell…
Conclusion: I love how Texas is this super cool, unbeatable badass amongst the freelancers and in these other seasons…
meanwhile she gets her shit rocked in the first season by Red Team. Honestly, I think that the Red and Blue teams could honestly take down any of these guys if they just put their heads together
#red versus blue#red vs blue#rvb#rvb caboose#rvb church#rvb sarge#rvb simmons#rvb tucker#rvb grif#rvb epsilon#rvb tex#rvb wash#rvb freelancers#rooster teeth
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drop the sanderson thoughts lmao. did you read the wired article everyone’s talking about?
yes i did read the wired article. it was weird? fine? i agree with the take that the writer thought it would be more interesting, and then had to come up with a story on a deadline.
tbh i feel like the more interesting story is that mormonism is a settler colonialist monument to white cisheteropatriarchy, and that really shows in sanderson's writing. stormlight especially really demonstrates this. it's structured to be all about oppression (darkeyes, the singers) but sanderson's narrative continually prioritizes the oppressors. that's so mormon! the book of mormon is so racist and present-day mormonism is so invested in whiteness and imperialism, esp with sending missionaries to convert people of color in the global south.
and like... we talk all the time about how sanderson is great at writing queer characters when he's not trying to. how his romances really fall flat. to me it's all connected to mormonism. he's talked before about how he doesn't really have emotional ups and downs, and the article kind of touches on this too. mormonism is such a passion-less religion. if you've ever been in a mormon church building, they're the most boring buildings alive. there's a complete lack of culture, art, life. mormonism is designed to produce nuclear family clones who have the same opinions and have a very "nice" society.
i'm rambling, and i have lots more thoughts, but i just think the way sanderson writes romance really positions it as a Thing You Put In A Narrative and not, like, a messy human experience. and that's so mormon. you serve a mission for the church as a late teen and then come back and are expected to marry. marriage is one of the essential Steps toward exaltation.
obviously the other really interesting thing is that the magic of the cosmere tbh is extremely mormon in a way I find very interesting and sometimes like! one of the key doctrines of mormonism is that if you live your life perfectly, you'll become a god and create your own worlds the same way god did with us. it's a complicated and fascinating idea, and i don't think it's terribly difficult to make the connection to whiteness and the settler fantasy of it all. but in the cosmere, humans become gods. gods are bound by rules (also important in mormon theology). ruin and preservation created scadrial and built it and humans from scratch.
idk i just feel like if you've read sanderson's work (which the wired writer says he did) and have a solid understanding of mormonism, there's a much richer and more interesting story to tell than what that article gave. it barely scratched the surface imo.
disclaimer, i say all this as a white queer exmormon who has lived in utah her whole life. i love lots of things about mormonism, and i can't separate my personal and family history from the church. it's defined my life up until the last couple of years, and that's the place i'm speaking from.
#emily types#sanderson critical#you asked for it anon#here are some messy thoughts that probably make no sense#but tbh that article just really demonstrates to me a misunderstanding of mormonism sanderson and the cosmere fandom#which is too bad because there are very interesting things to say and lots of really valuable criticism if you know what you're talking#about#and tbh some of this is from my brain#but lots of it is stuff i've seen other people say on this app
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I've been sitting on my thoughts since finishing the finale yesterday and I feel like I need to put them into words or I'm going to go crazy with nowhere to voice any of this.
So here's my jumbled thoughts on the HSMTMTS finale as a queer girl who grew up in Utah.
First things first, while I'm not a fan of the cheating arc as a whole, I do think it was at the very least as minimalistic as possible. Do I wish Big Red could have come to terms with his sexuality without kissing someone who has a boyfriend? Yes, of course. Seblos just as easily could still have a misscommunication arc over literally anything else and still ended up with their beautiful duet, while Redlyn could have an amicable breakup over just growing apart over the whole long distance thing.
HOWEVER, that isn't the main takeaway I want to make.
I grew up in Utah, not too far from East High. And even though I left after I graduated High School, there's always a big part of my heart that will always be a Utah girl. ("You can take the girl out of Salt Lake, but you can't take the Salt Lake out of the girl")
As a whole, I wish with all of my heart that I'd had this amount of LGBT rep (especially in Utah of all places) on TV when I was growing up and needed it the most. I'm so incredibly thankful knowing that my nephew back in Utah, and all of the other kids living there, have things like this that they can cheer on. Because being able to see other kids like you on screen, with friends and a support group, and getting a happily ever after? That MATTERS.
LGBT representation has come a long ways over the years, even comparing the original release of High School Musical where they'd wound up awkwardly pairing Ryan with Kelsie to avoid whatever people were saying at the time. Having characters that are HAPPY with who they are, openly, and getting to see those moments where they can be openly affectionate with their significant others and have it not be treated as weird is SUCH a good thing to see now. I only wish it was something I had as a young girl growing up in Utah and hiding who she was because she was scared.
So did I cry? Yeah, I was pretty much in constant tears from about episode 6 all the way up to the For Good post credits scene. Both because I was sad to see it ending, but also because I was just incredibly grateful that it existed at all.
#i have other thoughts on other plotpoints too but i needed to say this first#because the amount of importance lgbt rep has for me personally is really high#bugs rambles#hsmtmts#seblos#madlyn#redlyn
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Steve’s Disappearance Part 2
Eddie is pacing about the living room, debating whether it’s better to get takeout from Lucy’s favorite place or attempt to make her favorite meal. He’d never managed to do it right since Steve’s disappearance but maybe tonight was the night.
The phone rings and it’s Lucy. She’s not at Noah’s anymore but at Ashley’s, having an impromptu sleepover. He should’ve asked to speak to Ashley’s parents, make sure his daughter wasn’t imposing but he knew she never would. He should’ve made her come home anyway because they had things to discuss. But Eddie was clinging to any sense of normalcy and if his kid wanted a spontaneous sleepover then by all means. It wasn’t like the funeral was happening tomorrow.
Lucy was indeed over Ashley’s house and they were using her mom’s computer to look up any news from Hawkins that involved gang activity.
“There’s nothing!”
“So it’s like Noah said? Maybe they were at a weird costume party?”
Not satisfied, Lucy broadened her search for anything of note happening in Hawkins. The way her dads had talked about it, it was like a one-horse town. If something big went down, it’d make the news.
There was something about a mall burning down, that seemed unrelated. A laboratory admitting involvement with the accidental death of a teenager, and a slew of gruesome murders. That was her father on the front cover.
“Holy shit”, Lucy gasped.
Ashley shushed her.
He had joked about being accused of murder for years. It was always a joke! A joke! But there it was in black and white. He was eventually found innocent but Lucy understood now why he never wanted to go back.
“This is it. Someone had beef with my dad because of the murders he was suspected of. So they went took out my other dad as revenge.”
“I guess”, Ashley said. “But what are we supposed to do?”
“I tell my dad I know everything. And that I can help with the investigation now.”
“You think he’s gonna let you solve a murder? Not even your dad is that cool.”
Lucy knew she was right. And lately, she could feel her freedom slowly shrinking. Like he was afraid of something. “What do you got for bus money?”
“Barely anything and I’m not getting on a grubby bus this late. It’s like you never watched those stranger danger PSAs.”
Lucy did. She just found it ridiculous that EVERY adult you didn’t know was out to get you and yet somehow most of them looked like Uncle Wayne.
“Then we gotta call in a favor.”
Honestly, this person wasn’t even her first pick. The first was Uncle Dusty who indulged her so much he helped her make an actual rocket for the science fair. The fire had been worth it. But he lived out in Utah.
“Hey, Brittney.”
“Luce? It’s like 9 pm. Oh god was I supposed to babysit you tonight? Shit!”
“No, no, I just, I just wanted to talk, maybe ask you something.”
“Oh god. Here it comes. I’ve been waiting for this day. Lucy, you’re so strong but you shouldn’t bottle up your emotions like you’ve been doing and I want you to know that I’m here to help you through your fath-”
Lucy stops Brittney’s rambling. She didn’t call to talk about that. She called to ask her favorite babysitter to drive her and her friend an hour out to Hawkins. Now that she thought about it, it was odd her parents didn’t move farther away, if they had such a dark past there.
Brittney is hesitant, it doesn’t seem like a good idea to drive two preteens past dark to a town she’s never been in and the deal doesn’t sweeten anymore when Lucy says they’ve gotta get Noah too.
“Look, I’ll convince my dad to pay you extra each time.”
“.....I don’t know....”
Ashley takes the phone and says she’ll convince her 9 months pregnant mother to take her on as a babysitter when the infant arrives. Considering how loaded the family is, Brittney snaps at the chance. And so Lucy and Ashley pretend to turn in and sneak out, right to Brittney’s car. After picking up Noah they’re on their way to solve the mystery.
Eddie is watching a late night movie, feeling the typical bout of loneliness creep in and considering getting a pet when the phone rings for the third time that night.
“I must be Mr. Popularity today”, he says when he answers.
“Haha, I’ll ask what that means later but uh, this might be kinda serious, Eddie”, Robin’s voice is trembling as she speaks.
“What’s up?”
She asks if Eddie has seen one of the photos they looked at a couple days ago. The one with the four of them posed up.
“I’ve been looking and looking and it’s so iconic and I don’t have another copy so I was hoping it might’ve fallen under your couch or something cause we were absolutely blitzed that night like it was on the edge of irresponsible and-”
Eddie lets her go on as he searches all through the living room, the only place they would’ve had the picture. But it’s nowhere to be found. He tells Robin as such.
“Ooookay, so there’s an incriminating photo of us floating around. Don’t know what it implies but it can’t be good.”
“Maybe Nancy or Jon took it by accident?”
“Do you think maybe Lucy has it? It’s a pretty cool pic of her dads.”
The thought made his blood run cold. If his daughter ever found out anything about their past without someone to explain the whole thing. What would she think? What would she do?
“What are the odds that she tries figuring out what happened to Steve on her own like it’s a mystery?”
Robin reminded him that his little girl got nearly daily lessons on anti-heteronormativity, how capitalism was killing America, and how pitting marginalize people against each other only served their oppressors.
“Shit.”
“You might have a junior detective, Eddie.”
“Well, she’s not doing any investigating tonight. She’s at a sleep over.”
Robin didn’t say anything and then asked if Eddie knew about it beforehand. He answered no. She asked if he had spoken to the parents. Also no.
“Shitshitshit!”
“That’s what you get for raising a mini-rebel.”
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Yo i'm a pretty big fan of your Home series and characters, making them really likable and endearing
My question is a simple one
FNAF is set in Utah of all places
why did you think Scott choose Utah as FNAF setting and how did you want to deal with Utah in your writing?
Oh, thank you so much! ^_^
Honestly, I'm not sure why he specifically chose Utah. Especially south Utah, as in the books he mentions a lot of locations that sound like they have plenty of trees and Hurricane's not exactly a densely tree-populated area. XD And don't even get me started on the weird situation with opening a restaurant in New Harmony.
But I found it to be an excellent decision! That is, that there was a confirmed location. I got familiar with Hurricane, St. George, and the surrounding area and was able to use some of the landmarks and geography in Home. Sometimes for little throwaway lines, but sometimes actually getting to use the locations- like when Mike and Mari went to Zion. Or when looking up different spelunking caves.
I live nowhere near Hurricane and in pretty much the furthest thing from a desert- lots of trees, lots of regular rainfall. So, it actually gave me a chance to learn about and put myself into this whole different environment- which I have a lot of fun with! 8D
Not sure why Utah was chosen, but hey, works for me!
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I’ve had a few questions about the rooms in our house, so for those of you actually interested in the rooms, here’s some info ...
We are two punks in our 40s (pronouns: he and she/they) I own the house in North Portland a few blocks from the Yellow Line Killingsworth Max stop. I’m vegan and my partner is an omnivore so our kitchen is a vegetarian compromise and that is non negotiable. No cooking meat in the house or storing meat in the kitchen. Eggs, honey, and milk are okay just no on my favorite well seasoned cast iron skillet.
The house is 120 years old and while we have replaced the wiring, windows, heater, sewer, etc.The kitchen and baths need updates. It also has has old house issues like no AC, few electric plugs, weird doorknobs, etc.
There are bands that practice at least two nights a week in our basement so it would not be a good option for a student or someone who needs quite. The practice space could also be used by you if you make music. We live by the freeway which creates a nice ocean sounding white noise, at least I think so. It also makes the sound of band practicing drown out.
Pre-pandemic we hosted a lot of house guests from all over the world from trusted travelers, zine friends, or musicians. Not so much currently, but maybe in the future. That's just something to keep in mind.
We are not neat freaks. My partner washes most of everyone's dishes and will tidy up the kitchen for everyone, but there are often piles of neglected projects on the dining table, and dust that needs to be swept off the stairs and stuff like that. If something bothers you, clean it, don’t complain about it.
We work from home and cook most of our meals, we are here a lot and we listen to a lot of podcasts. Customers also come to our home to pick up orders.
There are two bathrooms, one we are planning on doing some work on this year and the upstairs one has a giant clawfoot tub. We also have a gas stove, fire place, porch, washer and dryer in the basement, small yard jam packed with lots of plants and veggie garden boxes.
Both rooms are upstairs. The big room is $750/month including all utilities (water/sewer, gas, electricity, internet and some other stuff like toilet paper, dishsoap, sponges, etc) our friend from Utah might take the room in autumn so we might have a short term space available. The smaller room is $650/month including all utilities and is strange but kind of charming because someone tried and failed at turning it into a kitchen at some point in the 70s and it has a build in retro kitchen counter and cabinet situation that makes for nice built in shelving.
We are old punks but we are pretty chill, not interested in drama and would prefer someone over 25 and even more preferred would be someone over 30. (You know, through your Saturn Return). We are queer and trans friendly. We hate racist, nazis, fascists, and terfs. Also, we are up to date on COVID vaccinations and expect you to be too.
No dogs, but well behaved cats are a possibility. We might be interested in someone who needs a place to land for a few months when they move to Portland, or someone who just wants to spend a summer in Portland or a couple months, or someone who wants to rent one room and share the other a studio space as it is currently or greenhouse/backstock for the shop.
Oh, hey also, I’m an agnostic secular witch and soft animist. This house has a name and is heavily warded so you would need to be alright with that.
Room will be open July 1 or a bit earlier or a bit later if it works out better for new denizens.
#mine#words#gemini sun/sag rising/leo moon#sag sun/cap rising/aquarius moon#legal weed state and legal weed house#craft beer enthusiasts
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FNAF is so intriguing because it has the duality I crave in all media I consume…
It has murder. Horror. Large beasts with rows and rows of sharp teeth and claws. A fundamentally tragic story underlining everything, a story about loss and vengeance and trying and failing. There are legitimately horrifying ideas and scenes. There are scenes that send shivers down your spine and there are images that are brutal and the entire experience is set up to unnerve you, to make you uneasy. It does this so well. From the ambient noises to the music, the whole thing is primed to maks you uncomfortable, even if you never get jumpscared once. It’s fear of the unknown, fear of what you can imagine, fear of what your mind chooses to fill in the gaps with…
But also! Freddy has a cute lil tophat! Foxy as he’s trying to sneak out of Pirate’s Cove is so funny! Shadow Bonnie appears in Ultimate Custom Night just to turn off the lights and smile at you for ten seconds! Over half the known characters (who are not animatronics) are British people living in Utah (of all the places)! Helpy exists! Mr. Hippo rambles! Happy Frog!!! The literal trash! The jar of pickles!! Old man consequences, just a weird-lookin guy (is he an alligator? What’s up with he face?) fishin in the depths.
And that’s just stuff that happened before even the VR game came out! This game series is insane, man, it’s nuts, it’s absolutely wild, it always has been, the murderer is literally a yellow bunny, like, come on, that’s objectively hilarious, he’s killed by his own hubris and stuck in a rabbit costume for the rest of his life and his afterlife. He has to deal with DeeDee singing “How un-for-tu-nate~!” for the rest of eternity, that’s so fucking funny, dude.
It also has the added benefit of making people so upset because people decide to spend time debating the gender of robots. Like??? It’s so funny. “Bonnie’s a girl! Mangle’s a boy! Mangle’s a girl! Funtime Foxy is a girl!” My darling, none of them have genders, they are robots. We only perceive them as gendered because of a long history of contributing certain physical traits to an outdated binary system of gender. Why must the robots have gender? They don’t have to. They are robots. But by God, the discourse is funny.
The series is funny. The Nightmare Animatronics are comically terrifying. Bonnie doesn’t abide by the laws of physics. The Puppet’s walk-cycle in VR is a thing that really exists. FNAF World is adorable and I want to give all of the cutesy animatronics a hug. Mangle is absurdly huggable for a mess of wires. Michael literally became a flesh suit, regurgitated the endo-skeleton living inside of his body (one of the ghosts within being his own fucking sister), then just gets back up. “Father, I should be dead. Pretty sure that should have killed me. Convinced that most people would have died from this experience. Really, it’s a feat of scientific marvel that I’m still alive, if you think about it.”
William Afton, stuck in a bunny suit behind a wall, listening as the perfect test subject for research on remnant is just standing there, talking about how weird it is that he’s alive (“and purple, Father, I didn’t know- I kind of look like a blueberry”): “This is why I kill children.”
FNAF is so fucking funny and terrifying and tragic and funny, again, all at once, and the time-traveling ballpit is only a small part of that hilarity.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#michael afton#william afton#my fave animatronic is bonnie#i like bonnie a lot#i like withered bonnie a lot#he’s very huggable#i just wanna butt my head against his belly#it looks squishy#tired of fnaf being seen as cringe#are there cringey parts? yes#there are also cringey parts of star wars#there are cringey parts of everything#so i will enjoy what i will as i please#and i will daydream about how squishy withered bonnie looks#just… so… squish…#the inane ramblings of a madman
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I'm so disoriented today I barely know what to do with myself. I managed to get myself up and put together enough to get some exercise and keep an appointment this morning, but the whole time it was happening I barely had any idea of what was going on. You'd think I'd have done some sort of heavy drug last night, but no such luck. I just caught myself pacing back and forth across the same 10' of floor for so long, now I'm making myself sit down and try to reconstruct what happened yesterday.
I woke up at 8:30 and, mistakenly thinking that mass was at 9 instead of 9:30, I managed to get dressed and ride a mile to Star of the Sea in 25 minutes. Pretty soon Louise joined me, the sweet old lady who gave me a Catherine Labouré medal and taught me to say the rosary. I didn't have any beads with me, and she lent me hers so we could say one together. I've come to really enjoy it, and not only because I'm intensely orally fixated and I enjoy talking and chanting and singing; when repeated over and over, some things lose meaning, while other things gain it. You say these words over and over and as your mind tries to escape boredom, you start to really think about the phrasing, what was originally meant by it, how it changes if you emphasize one thing over the other. "Mother of God" is an absolutely wild thing to say, a description of the creation of the creator, it's like a riddle that bends time, like in the Sun Ra song that says "It's after the end of the world, don't you know that yet?" The amazing monsignor gave a homily about how outsiders and people on the margins--people who do not have religious training or conservative social indoctrination--are more likely to apprehend spiritual messages with thoughtfulness and imagination than people who really consider themselves religious (and who may therefore take their own religion for granted, or think there's nothing they don't know about it), and I felt like he must have been speaking directly to me. That guy can make you feel like that.
But it was right before he began the service that I noticed I had an email from someone who I was sure was dead. An old friend of mine who had gotten a raw deal in life and who was always on the brink of oblivion, I gave him money or food whenever I could but we both knew he couldn't be my ward forever, when I stopped hearing from him I thought there was no possible way that he had physically survived another winter in the city. I felt guilty, I had nightmares, but what could I do? I sometimes thought about calling hospitals, but it didn't make any sense, I wasn't even sure if he would have ID if someone found him. But apparently his estranged brother took him in and turned him around and he's doing a lot better; an impossible outcome. I couldn't believe it.
After mass I dropped off some clothing with the drycleaner for repairs (I wish I knew how to do anything), and raced home to have a televisit with my doctor about all my weird problems. Renewed a script, discontinued a script, scheduled x-rays, got a physical therapy referral. Chose not to say, "That medication you put me on has permanently ruined my skin and now I'm chronically dependent on 3 other medications with less-bad side effects and I'm staring down the barrel of indefinitely regular $$$$ laser treatments so I can handle my increasingly public job, I know you didn't realize this would happen but it did, so now you have to hear about how angry I am." We hung up and I drew my ex-boss his annual (late) Halloween card, a tradition I instituted a couple years ago, and it should arrive at his assisted living facility in Utah in time for his birthday. Then I tried to vote, and apparently even though I changed my registration when we moved and I received a confirmation of this change in the mail, they still didn't have the change in the system and they told me to go to my old polling place instead. I swear to god the past like several times I have voted, which is the simplest process in the world as long as you can fill in a circle with a pen, I have found myself standing in the middle of a circle of people all telling me some complicated thing I did wrong while everyone else in the room stares at us. I don't know why I'm so bad at absolutely every single thing, or what planet I'm actually suited to live on, but I can reliably find a way to make even the most basic adult functions into a spectacular embarrassment.
So I ran home to host this month's online horror lecture for the little academic org I'm part of, which was kind of intense. It became clear pretty quickly that the speaker just didn't have that much material and was done with her presentation little more than half way through her time slot, so I had to keep her talking for another hour to honor what people had paid for. It was pretty fun and everyone seemed engaged and even inspired at times, but it was also a lot of work that I wasn't expecting to have to do, and I had my cantankerous boss chatting me the entire time with anxious-making criticisms and suggestions while I was just trying as hard as I could to think on my feet and give everyone what they were owed.
I was pretty frazzled after that and decided I'd have a drink after I went to vote. I had to do that almost all the way back in our old neighborhood, so I decided to pop into the brewery by our last place. I couldn't help eavesdropping on this guy with a horror-related shirt I didn't quite recognize. We connected briefly about the underrated Karloff-Lugosi movie THE BLACK CAT, and also about Emo Philips, and finally I thought to give him a business card with my horror org info because he seemed like the target audience for what we do. He looked at the card with this stunned expression and said, "Are you Claire Donner...party of one???" Like yeah, but...what was going on? What should I say? And he revealed that he was an old customer from the comic shop I worked at for years, where my boss was the guy I had just made the card for earlier in the day. He remembered everything about me; he immediately told several really funny stories about me, and he recalled all the books I made him read and how good they were. However it may sound there was nothing untoward about any of this and we would up talking for an hour or two about all kinds of things (including our spouses, so mercifully there was no ambiguity there). What a great guy. I'm hoping that we'll spot each other again, the whole episode was very amusing and surprising.
I got home too late to help my husband with dinner like I promised, but I had been in touch and he encouraged me to stay out and have fun. Thankfully I have been cooking more than I ever have in my life lately (most recently roasted cauliflower soup with a merguez crumble, that was decent) so I didn't have to feel too useless, all things considered. He made an astounding scratch mac and cheese and we watched 30 Coins and went to bed.
Often if I have too much social exposure, I really need to like sit alone in the dark for a couple of days and get back to myself. I have boundary issues and I easily feel contaminated, even if my experiences have been positive. I don't really have time to do that today, technically--I have to do a live interview on Friday with this author about his new book on HP Lovecraft's time in NYC and how it affected his creative development, and I have a lot of supplementary reading to catch up on--but for the moment I just can't even think about anything. I'm using a thesaurus to try to remember the most basic words and I feel like I've completely lost my center of gravity. Time to watch some trashy movies and rest up so I have enough powers of concentration to make the balsamic & feta veggie roast that I was supposed to make last night, to go with the fish my husband is frying up for our dinner.
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Anne Hathaway is in Paris now. This isn't some weird Elon Musk Plane style blog or something now, I'm not stalking her, she just appeared at a show at Paris Fashion Week which stands out because it will be the second time I posted her in a week and she was at Sundance last time I did so. It's been a big week for her but I'm not upset about it. If I were @femalecelebrityoftheday I would probably say it's been a real Hathaweek or something but I am above such things, only serious business on my blog. Either way, it seems like a lot of travel and probably the least appealing thing about being a celebrity to me. That and the attention. I realize the travel would be a bonus to a lot of people but I am pretty sure Anne Hathaway doesn't live in Utah or Paris so it means she had to like.. get on a plane and fly to Utah then get on another plane and fly to Paris and like.. that leaves no time to hide in her own place and not talk to people. It sounds like hell if you ask me, who wants to spend that much time in airports? Or traveling. I find like 1-2 days is ok but past that I just want to be home. Like, I have a hard time getting comfortable living out of a suitcase. I guess she might have nicer suitcases, though I am not really sure how that's possible because mine has wheels and a handle and a big light blue sticker with my city's name on it so it'll stand out if I ever have to check my bag, so I don't know how a suitcase gets nicer than that but it's possible. Anyway, I suppose it works for her cause she looks great rather than like someone who can't sleep and hates hotel beds and really wishes she could just have her own stuff and the nail clippers you manage to get your hands on are never good enough and you have this like little split nail for a week that you try not to pick at but you do and it gets worse and it ends up taking months to really get rid of it. She looks well rested and happy. Today I want to fuck Anne Hathaway.
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the counterculture in Utah (the U.S. state I’m from)is so fascinating to me. The main culture is extremely religious and fairly conservative, so it’s weird that Salt Lake City has occasionally made top ten lists for the queerest city in the U.S., and that driving through you see “free Palestine” signs and rainbow flags in windows and lots of people promoting living sustainably. But it’s extremely geographically limited - drive an hour out and that stuff is way less common. Driving from northern to southern Utah during the pandemic, there was a notable decrease in mask-wearing at each gas station. Politics are divisive, and you’re either a trumper or a progressive - Bernie Sanders beat Biden by a lot in the 2020 primaries. A lot of the stuff is just showing that you’re not LDS (Mormon for the non-Utahns). If you drink alcohol you’re weird. If you drink coffee, good luck finding non-chain coffee shops outside of Salt Lake City and also you’re weird. We celebrate “Pie and Beer Day” instead of “Pioneer Day”. Half the people I knew in Girl Scouts from high school age up to adult employees were gay because it was one of the few loudly welcoming workplaces in the state. You have to go out of your way to find authentic cultural foods because it’s so fucking white here (I say as a white person).
im not even sure our counterculture counts as counterculture in other places, because the main culture is so weirdly different from everywhere else (there was a study recently that I can’t find that actually said we were the farthest from average on several points out of all US states) that our counterculture is actually just closer to everywhere else? Idk, it’s just really fucking weird being non-Mormon in Utah.
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i ordered a harley figure nearly 20 (19) days ago. it was supposed to get here nearly 10 days ago, at latest - 5 days ago. and it's been having the craziest shipment i've ever seen. i live in tennessee, it's coming from washington, right? this is what the tracking history has literally been
>washington
>tennessee (me!)
>unknown??
>...alabama? weird but ok...
>tennessee again (this time, i'll get it!)
>FLORIDA????
>KANSAS????
>UTAH???
>MONTANA?!!?!?!?!
i have no idea what's going on. i've never had a package go to this many states, literally have been in my state... TWICE NOW, and then leave again. usually once a package comes to tennessee, i get it. i just don't understand how this could've happened. i contacted the postal service and they claim the address is right, but it's only made "2 misdirections." LMAO. i've watched many tracked packages before - they've never done this. this is literally a nonsensical trip - like it makes no sense for the package to go to those states. i've had packages stayed at one place for two weeks, but never them just going all over the place. either the seller got the address messed up somehow (don't see how as ebay offers a printing label) or the postal service messed up and the package is actually the lost. either way i'm gonna contact the seller about it in a few days or so - especially if it keeps ending up in more different states.
now i just had to talk about this because this is so BIZARRE to me...
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Utah is such a weird ass place to live
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Lemme get uhhhh, 4, 5, & 47 off that list please
4. Favorite movie soundtrack.
phantom of the paradise (1974). NEXT!
5. Top 5 films of your favorite actor and actress.
oh jesus . i don't know who my favorite actor & actress are really and there are definitely a handful of them but for the sake of the question and so we are not here listing movies all day i will pick two.
KEANU REEVES
My Own Private Idaho (1991) - ok i don't feel like explaining this one you will just have to trust me on it
Point Break (1991) - for starters acab includes johnny utah but this has to be near the top because i think from an acting standpoint this is a movie i would show to people who have the preconceived notion that keanu is a 'bad actor' to prove them wrong. he's great in this!! above all else i think he has a very magnetic screen presence that exists in all of these that i'm mentioning but it's probably at its highest here.
The Matrix Reloaded (2003) - this is my favorite matrix film :)
Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) - ok i know the british accent isn't good and he's so wooden and weird in this but jonathan harker my babygirl light of my life i love you so. i think the chemistry he has with winona ryder and gary oldman is so potent that it outweighs the quality of his performance. they made his hair grey to show that time had passed.
Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey (1991) - ok sorry for retroactively editing this i reread the question and realized this isn't about the actor's performances but the movies themselves. and bill and ted's bogus journey is the pinnacle of cinema
PARKER POSEY
Josie and the Pussycats (2001) - because fiona is the most jerkin' girl in the world. i would let her lure me into her evil record company and ruin my life
Party Girl (1995) - again parker posey is the coolest girl in the entire world. she organized that guy's record collection with the dewey decimal system.
The Doom Generation (1995) - i know she appears in one scene and her total amount of lines could probably be counted on both hands but nothing will ever beat sword wielding lesbian brandi
Clockwatchers (1997) - underrated one in her filmography imo. toni collette is also wonderful in this!!!
Waiting for Guffman (1996) - [solemnly, while grilling a single unseasoned chicken wing] "i'll always have a place at the Dairy Queen....."
47. Movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites)
phantom of the paradise NEEXT!!!!!!! just kidding here's other movies. this one is kinda hard because there are a great number of my favorite films that i think everyone should watch .... hmmm . okay i'm just gonna do a rapid fire list for this one
Wings of Desire (1987)
Alien (1979)
Night of the Living Dead (1968)
Chungking Express (1994)
Moonstruck (1987)
Do The Right Thing (1989)
Harold and Maude (1971)
Mamma Mia! (2008)
9 to 5 (1980)
Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
#yeehaw thank you des#talkin' movies#also honorable mentions for number 4 because i cannot resist ...#20th century women (2016) + juno (2007) + every single gregg araki movie + phenomena (1985)
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