#it’s 3 am and i’m haunted
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oh fuck now im thinking about gegg and bobby’s conversation. “i really hope you make it.”
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whenever someone makes the choice to say things on the tl like “oh, the imodnas are doomed by the narrative” specially since laudna asked Imogen to promise her to move on and be happy if she died… just, how do you all get by and live your normal lives? are you not haunted by the look on Imogen’s face when laudna promised her a quiet life way back when they hadn’t even kissed yet? Just-
Do you see her face??? This is everything she’s ever wanted. Right there. Offered by the woman she loves, and they hadn’t even verbalized it yet, but Laudna’s still promising everything. THEY’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE. They have to live in a freaking cottage. In a field. Raise horses and just be.
#haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a life time#no I’m not ok#ALSO the fact that marisha said that this particular moment was also when laudna was like damn… I’m in love with her#WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT IF THEY DIE?#imodna#critical role#imogen temult#laudna#imogen x laudna#laudna x imogen#southern gothic#bells hells#c3#campaign 3
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in honor me turning twenty three, i give you: some old original notes about twenty three year old adrien from thirteen<3
#me turning 23: (thinking about my fanfiction) this is so meta#ml#anna rambles#thirteen#smh i haven’t even had an old abandoned nightmare house to haunt today…#23 year old adrien from thirteen i am so you today. you are me. except i’m having a much better birthday than you#taylor swift announced a new album for me. you’re having to clean mold and think abt ur childhood💔#thinking also about 23 year old emilie agreste for related reasons. don’t worry about it#anyway feeling and acting normal. as always.#the day that anna scribbles turned twenty three was a monday in february chilly and bright. she didn’t do her homework.#<3
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a lil pride ghost sticker sheet for june’s patreon mail! join the ouija board club by june 30th to get one of these babies in your mailbox (and other cool monthly goodies!) 👻💖🌈
#sticker sheet#stickers#pride#pride stickers#pride sticker sheet#ghost#ghosts#gay ghost#pride ghost#haunted house#haunted houses#patreon#lgbt art#lgbt stickers#also i’m back in new york from tcaf now! i had so much fun and now i am ready to sleep for 3 weeks#kaylee.art
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This is for the iz fic Final Exam by PatchworkPoltergeist plEASEE read it!!
#huuuge wip#like I haven’t picked up a pencil properly in 6 months and all I could think about was this thing every time#it haunts me#in a good way <3#the lilypad-ish jumping scene might end up being a placeholder#I’m still debating it#as it is it’s 5 am and I need to sleeeeeep#so enjoy!!#invader zim
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it’s fall season
no.
it’s sapphics never win season.
#i’m so sick of lesbian shows getting canceled#its either get canceled or die#missing jamie and dani <\3#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtqiia+#the haunting of bly manor#first kill#everything sucks#the wilds#i am not okay with this#save willow#willow 2022#willow#willow series
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I have four pre programmed social pleasantries to offer and every time someone goes off script I am momentarily convinced I’m capable of murder.
#like let me fucking blunder in peace#I was watching over the neighbor kids in the pool#old lady pulls up right into my backyard. to drop another child that I did not invite#whatever#I babysit the kid sometimes#so I say Hi Nice To Meet You#she says.#we’ve met actually#…#:) well bitch I don’t recall pls elaborate#so SHES STARING AT MY TATTOO BLATANTLY AND GOES#it was two Easter’s ago#1. I sat at the kids table that Easter and didn’t say hi to anyone because I’m me.#2. You also did not say hello to me ma’am. we were in the same room but that doesn’t qualify as meeting#3. I laid on the couch until everyone left. plain view. what makes you think this exchange is valuable#if someone doesn’t remember you#just introduce yourself again brother.#then this lady stood there for a minute like staring at me and then talking about pool weather or something? Idk I stopped listening#and I was thinking cool we both fucked this interaction up which one of us has to die now?#I volunteer.#FUCKKKKINGGGG#I am so embarrassed. I just repeated myself to her with adjusted phrasing.#these tiny meaningless interactions haunt me btw.#trash bin tag
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Ok where’s the one guy in the fandom who points out all the game/show comparisons via gif/images??? Cause I want to see all the references my stupid pea sized brain missed damn it.
#fallout#fallout show#I saw Cooper had a Tesla Science (I think ?) magazine in one of the flashbacks when he was contemplating using the listening device#the deathclaw skull at the very end I saw#I’m like 90% sure some of the vault ideas that were suggested at the meeting are in game#specifically that hallucinogens one- that shit haunted me in 3#and obviously all the items and shit like the junk gun and Radaway and Jet#but I definitely feel like there’s more I missed#like apparently the guy at Robo-co or whatever was MR HOUSE.#HOWD I MISS THAT?!?!#and am I tripping or does the Brotherhood base in thenshow look a lot like the Boomers base in NV#the Nellis Air Force base#oh yeah- the hacking into the terminal being exactly the same as in game was funny
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ok i just need to write down these whack 1d dreams i’ve had the last couple days
#so two nights ago it was that zayn had a reality dating show and i was ON IT#and the whole time i was like 😭 i’m too gay for this can i leave pls#it was in this place that was both super tropical but also a desert#and zayn INSISTED we keep going on these long ass walks thru the sand i was just like bro can we go back#and he got mad at me when i said i needed to go take a walk to decompress after this story about his ex that he told me#it was so vivid and surreal#but then the dream i just woke up from i was part of 1d in like 2013 era???#and it was sooo busy so many interviews and a couple fan meeting things#and i was like damn this is exhausting#but also got to see these beaauuutiful places#like one of our hotels was suspended directly over this crystal blue water that had orca swimming thru it and we swam w the orca#and both harry and louis separately plotted w me to pull pranks on each other#harry was also like?? psychic?? like he could send images into everyone’s heads but he only did it w nice things lol#and then randomly at the end he came to work w my at this body jewelry company i used to work for#but like he was still him and on our application form to work there we had to disclose our income for some reason#and on his he was like i’m not telling u this 😐 don’t push it#like w the emoji too fhdhskeldk#but i’m out here like why am i dreaming of these guys even more when i’m taking a break from them#like i still listen to their music ofc but i don’t have the energy to participate in the fandom rn#it’s like they know and they’re like#u thought u could forget about us!!!!! syke bitch we’re haunting ur dreams now <3#but whatever i’ll take this over the other vivid dreams i’ve been having lately#anyway#rowyn rambles
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it’s about running away and being chased and knowing when to surrender but maybe not how to surrender. it’s about chasing and chasing and chasing until you blink and realize that you went from being the hunter to being the huntee, like a looney tunes bit. except there is no laughing happening, and no punchline, and the anvil and grand piano and cruise ship landing on your head one after the other are simply metaphors. still painful, though. more than enough to send you spinning, or knock you flat, or weigh you down.
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that is to say, on the topic of weird love:
love that is unconventional, bizarre, lacking rhyme or reason. perhaps off putting, though it isn’t really, or beyond any one name or title.
hanzawa masato hadn’t been expecting any love whatsoever. that it is unconventional (or bizarre, or off putting, or so on) is salt in the wound.
(not that it doesn’t suit him, he knows himself to be someone who is, in more than one manner of speaking, fairly weird. acknowledging this is further salt in an exacerbated wound.)
tangentially: hanzawa masato doesn’t ordinarily have any particular desire to die, but recent circumstances have pushed him to reconsider.
who made you feel like you have to handle things alone? did we teach you shame? do you think we don’t want to look after you anymore?
well, fine, “to die” is something of an extreme. he doesn’t think he actually wishes to die, doesn’t want his heart to stop beating or his neurons to stop firing. it just has to be a violent enough reset, send him back to a youth where he’d wake up every morning and choose to be busy as a fun pastime rather than a survival tactic.
not a snapped neck, but, well. whatever.
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he’s back at the river. he never has his pant legs rolled up. it’s getting on his nerves.
the current is mild today. he can almost make out his face in the water, not that he wants to spend any time admiring his reflection. the sun’s beating down on him, too-warm on his skin. he inhales heat and regrets it.
his eyes reflected are wide open as they stare up at him. the reflection looks like it’s getting clearer.
masato doesn’t like that.
submerging his head, he figures that it couldn’t be any harder to breathe with water in his lungs than it is without.
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sometimes, very rarely, when he has time alone with his thoughts, masato forgets how to breathe. becomes over-conscious of it and does it wrong, inhaling without feeling like enough oxygen is getting to his brain. his entire chest will move up and down but it feels like he’s dying.
to be frank, masato feels like he’s dying a lot. running on autopilot, it seems, is better for him in the long run.
but, well. that’s boring.
inhale for elastic muscle activation, exhale for large muscle contraction. draw your arm back, hit the ball.
breathe, won’t you?
leaving tashiro after club is easy. walking to the station to wait for the train is easy. clouds are gathering overhead. he rests his eyes awhile. rookie mistake.
his rib cage is rickety and the joints in his fingers have gone stiff. his neck has hardly any mobility to speak of. images like shadow puppetry are playing on the backs of his eyelids. weird love. mapping intimacy, tashiro drums his fingers on masato’s chest, where the bones of his rib cage jut out. presses down on the joints of each of his fingers until they pop.
stands behind him with his head in his hands and guides it just so until his neck cracks—
masato feels the train’s arrival in his bones. he opens his eyes. he feels geriatric. something about the barometric pressure.
tashiro-kun, do you know any chiropractors?
he squints at his phone, bleary.
with a license, he clarifies, unnecessarily.
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masato is a little worried that he might have strange tastes.
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it’s like this: being with tashiro gonzaburou is terribly easy for hanzawa masato when he’s not in love with him and wonderfully difficult when he is. this is an on-off situation. this makes everything worse. riddled with impossibilities—frankly masato’s convinced it’s a sickness. or a curse.
standing against the violent current with his feet planted firmly in the silt, masato ponders the symbolism at play. rivers representing cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. he, symbolically, watches a coffin bob apathetically downstream to his right. he, symbolically, wades with great difficulty to catch up with and lie in it. cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. destruction, also.
masato’s good with literature—the basis is that you cannot build upon what’s already been built. what existed must be razed to be remade. something must die to facilitate a rebirth. religious undertones abound, though flood myths are universal.
definitely a sickness; he wonders if there was ever any basis for this, before. he doesn’t really want to believe that tashiro was the first. selfishness. sickness. the sort of thing the river’s supposed to cleanse him of. what he should do is get out of the coffin, maybe swim around a little.
he doesn’t.
masato stares up at the sky above him, listens to the wood creaking around him. imagines he’s in a boat instead. a flood so great it threatens even the heavens—the rocking of his “boat” is making him a little, well, sick.
he jolts awake. riddled with impossibilities. weird dreams shouldn’t count.
they do, though.
he has reason to believe that the creaking of the “boat” was actually the creaking of his bones. he feels brittle enough to have earned the spot in that coffin. it might’ve been his all along.
he really doesn’t like that.
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ah.
masato wants to live.
#the hanzawa masato post….. 3!!!!!#hanzawa masato#this was supposed to be straightforward and also not prose. like very explicitly i had planned for this to be not prose#because it was supposed to be a soft sell. a guided tour through the dirt brain so to speak#to. you know. ‘soft sell’ hanzawa to tashiro. i would be wearing a tinfoil hat and everything#but. well i really never learn. that’s the moral of the story#hanzawa to tashiro#maybe i’ll readmore a rb of this with the worst of it#themes and all. all of THIS is to say that this is less a sales pitch and more fic drafting#which is unfortunate. since i’m notoriously terrible at drafting fics.#whatever whatever whatever. hanzawa masato haunts me wherever i go. and also tashiro is there#I PROMISE I ALSO CARE ABOUT TASHIRO. JUST SO WE’RE CLEAR.#it’s just that hanzawa masato is haunted by images of the river and i am haunted by images of him in the river.#the metaphor has long since spiraled out of hand. i’m fine with it#fuck i forgot#long post#tacking this on the end also.#hanzashiro#sasaki to miyano#hirano to kagiura#at this point. yeah it’s like darts. throwing tags at the end like darts#dirtbrain writing
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re: sibling anon’s ask:
Imagine if said Creator had to leave Mondstadt early the next morning because their presence was requested by other nations. Poor boy would return, only to miss them again.
…I’m sorry, Kaeya…
- cryo anon
….no :(
he wakes up and you’re not there, it’s as if you never were, there’s no note or anything, he’s just.. somehow in his bed.
diluc says you left for liyue last night. he means after you took kaeya home, of course, but kaeya assumes he means prior.
how dare his mind think of you that way? think that somebody such as you would touch somebody as tainted and defiled as him? how dare he assume you’d be kind to a sinner as bad as he, how dare he think he deserved kindness from anybody but you?
it’s a bitter day, and he can’t help but think that he needs a drink.
#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#cryo anon#i am feelin so many emotions rn#1) is fuck math. context im in my math class#2) is irritation. context is i’m beta reading a family friend’s work and though i’m not currently doing it the sentence structures haunt me#3) is sadness. context is this ask#4) is just. ‘let him cry.’ context is also this ask
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RIPTIDE SPOILERS AND THEORY
Okay so you know how Jayson didn’t want Jay to go to the Navy? What if it was a situation where he KNEW there was stuff going on, that people wanted a martyr and would do anything to get their way, and instead of for example, DOING SOMETHING, he does the selfish thing and prevents his kid from going into the Navy.
Which 1. is fucked up to me because imagine you come from a long line of painters and then one day your dad is like nope no painting for you only me and your grandparents and your sister and your cousins and your aunts and your uncles can paint but not you, you’re disconnected from the rest of our family and you aren’t allowed to do something you want. No matter what good intentions, that’s fucked up for a kid to hear.
And 2. it might confirm my theory from years ago where Jayson was actually in on it this whole time. He is far less removed this time and probably wasn’t the one to say the order but I think he definitely knew something was going on and turned a blind eye instead of doing something which would have saved Ayva’s life.
These are just insane ramblings because I am living for everything Ferin and these past few episodes have been watering me.
(I also think his preventing might also have something to do with Jay’s magic being different but we don’t know enough yet.)
#jrwi#jrwi spoilers#jrwi jay#jrwi jayson#jrwi ava#insane ramblings of a man who stayed up late for the premiere#it’s 3 am and i’m haunted
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“You’re sure you want to do this?” | Moth Work
THE DARKROOM ISN’T HAUNTED, but a dead man owns it—and they know which one. It sits in the forest like a rejected organ, misplaced and veiny with perennials. Negatives and cigarette butts litter the entrance, clinging to the steel panel door. From an aerial, they might look like misplaced stars.
Harrison shoulders the door first, traps it open with his boot. Dust and sunrays rake his back as he combs through cardboard boxes and mountains of photo paper. Lonan follows silently, still wearing Harrison’s jacket. Trails of smoke from his cigarette catch in the negatives pinned up by clothespins, chemical peeling between layers of ink. In one hand he tends to his smoke, and in the next, lugs in the canister of gasoline they found in the cabin’s cellar. As Harrison fumbles for his flashlight, Lonan sets it down by the table, and it sloshes like the Pacific. He stares at his fingers, the tools, the opened bottles of developing fluid—anything but the pictures. Harrison clicks his flashlight on, and puts it face up on the table.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
Spent the evening drawing a movie-still style image of Harrison in the opening scene of Moth Work! It’s been a goal of mine to do this for forever & now I can die happy lol.
Harrison & Lonan set out to burn down a darkroom (circa 2019).
#look at this cutie 😭#technically he doesn’t get the earring till chapter 3 lol BUT I had to include it!!#very clear why Lonan loves this loser he’s adorable#get u a man who’ll burn down ur dead dad’s old darkroom because ur convinced ur a haunted man yaaaas#also technically Lonan is wearing Harrison’s jacket here (and does so for the entire book) BUT I HAD TO INCLUDE IT HE LOOKS SO CUTE#also cannot believe I was 17 when I wrote this and am now Harrison’s age in this book (21) hahahahah I’m gonna cry now#this bout to be my new pfp tho#art
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shoutout to my new favorite ship dynamic
fairly popular polyam ship in the fandom BUT with an addition of one of the character’s somewhat ex lover who half of the very few people who like the ship say shouldn’t be involved with the one in the polycule with fire powers and the other half says they should kiss. oh and also the new addition to the polycule died and has some white hair
#this has happened twice now and i’m scared#this is about zuko sokka suki and yue#and also karl quackity sapnap and wilbur#girl how do they have this much in common#my post#there are fucking NINE zukki+yue fics that are finished and don’t just feature them as a aside pairing#wait i lied only 8 cuz one is a pod fic#and then 19 karlburnapity(terrible ship name)#that are finished and almost all of them are one shots#and literally like 2/3 are by the same person#who stopped writing cuz they were scared of their digital footprint coming back to haunt them#so i am starving in a desert out here#like yeah fiancés and zukki will be above the others for me always#but like i still want to see the others :(#also why the FUCK is it 1am
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bad news everyone i have run out of lavender syrup and my package of lavender doesn’t get here until later 2day :(
#after I forced my friend to tell me literally 4 times how to make lavender syrup#squawk tag#also another person I haven’t spoken to in years has messaged me 🥴#the past haunts me#also I’m nervous because I have a couple deadlines coming up >_< I am Not Ready for anything#and I’ve completely given up on learning Unity (it’s been two days nansnd)#technology was a mistake#I’m gonna throw my laptop into the creek#and dedicate my life to farming corn <3#goodbye everyone!! come visit me amongst the stalks
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why r all the recommended posts under my rambles angsty stuff I said when I was like 12 😭 why won’t u let it be in the PAST tumblr huh
#cal rambles#everyday I am haunted by my past ts phase#SERIOUSLY THOUGH EUWHAJDJVC EHY R THEY ALL LIKE HALF A DECADE OLD POSTS !!!!!!!#STOP ITTTT AUAUHGGGHH JEHWJAKXC#maybe I need to replace my talking tag lol#12 yr old me was SO dramatic. i still am today just more chill abt it <3#also why was I vent posting on tumblr dot com who let me think that was a good idea#i see them in the recommended all the time when I’m checking who liked what post yk#so I don’t think. that people NORMALLY see those recommendations bc who would ??#but it is one of my fears that one of my beloved mutuals will see 12 yr old me’s random fuckin vent posts#IM COOL I SWEAR 😭#laughing so hard. i drew vent art bc I was scared of going to highschool#it was a big deal for me at the time it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY NOW
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