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fictional-worlds-are-exquisite · 1 month

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i hate when someone says 'i'll call you back in 5 to 10 minutes' and then 6 hours later i'm like wait a second...it's been more than 10 minutes...

fool me once...well it took me 6 hours to realise so i actually think shame on me

#work was great today #absolutely #definitely didn't forget ANYTHING #nope not me. would never #...6 hours...bruh...my brain said i'll throw that out the window

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possiblyawesometmblr · 10 months

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here's my theory based on the trailer: vanessa is a bold-faced liar. because look at this. this shot right here.

abby is stood well within lunging reach of foxy. she's right there. and sure, this could just be foxy getting distracted in the moment, but look at abby. she's not backed away. her hands aren't thrown up in defense, she doesn't even look scared.

if their goal was to "make her like them", they should be attacking her, right? at the very least, abby should be scared or something, but she's not.

my guess right now is that the animatronics and the kids inside are likely trying to protect abby from becoming like them. but vanessa can't let mike know that. she has to keep him distracted from the real person who's out to get abby --

the same one who got the original five.

#it's just strange to me that there aren't any shots of the animatronics actually attacking abby if that's their goal #you would expect at least one right?#but nope. nothing. she is never in a shot with an animatronic that's actually going for her #granted they did some good editing to make you feel like they are #but if you pay close attention there's always a cut or a scenery change #also if vanessa isn't revealed to be a follower of afton i'll be shocked #that's basically her entire character at this point #i don't see what helping mike does for her and afton unless she's actively laying down red herrings for him #fnaf #fnaf movie #vanessa fnaf #abby schmidt #mike schmidt #mike afton #william afton #theory #but that's just a theory a tumblr theory thanks for reading

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myleftpinkytoe · 2 years

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So it has come to my attention that not everyone grew up with the phrase “peopled out”, which my family uses as the socialising version of “tired out”.

Like. After a day of socialising, I would be very tired of interacting with people, and when my mom came home and wanted to chat, I’d just say “Sorry mom, I’m kind of Peopled Out today” and my mom would be like “Oh, fair enough! We can talk later”, and then she would leave me alone.

I tried to do that with an acquaintance recently and they acted like the very concept of me being tired of people-ing was a personal attack on them and I just???? I assumed this was a universal experience, like getting thirsty when it’s hot outside?????????????

#autism #i think #aspergers #asd #adhd #maybe idk #listen i have recently realised that i do a Lot of Things that seems Indicative of Stuff #and also that my parents ALSO do the Things #like #do other people... not get quiet... when the 'talking' part of their brain gets tired????#r u telling me the 'talking' part of the brain NEVER gets tired????????#Is it not normal to have specific sounds not be allowed in the house?#like everyone had a 'NOPE' noise that we just didn't do #bc we knew it would make the person uncomfy #and the special allowances we made for our 'thing'#which was the word for whatever obsession we had at the time #well #mostly me #but also sometimes my dad #we just get caught on things!#anyways im starting to wonder if my family's whole Deal might be a little neurodivergent #like wow we sure did love our routines

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wheels-of-despair · 9 months

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Clown Around and Find Out Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is. Contains: A quiet night alone, a bad idea, an Evil Woman secret, excessive cursing, panic, rage, attempted murder, happy ending. Words: 1.8k Note: This takes place in the fall of 1990.

"She's gonna murder you."

"No, she's not," Eddie grins, admiring his outfit in the mirror.

"Don't you think it's kinda mean?" Jeff asks.

"That's what makes it funny!" Grant insists.

"She is literally going to murder you," Gareth reiterates.

"She is not! It's just a jump-scare, she's gonna know it's me in like a second!"

"You're gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!" Jeff tries again.

"You guys are no fucking fun anymore," Eddie grumbles, picking up the mask he'd found in a clearance bin after Halloween and modified for this very occasion. "I'm outta here."

"It's your funeral, man," Gareth shrugs.

After a few years of living with Eddie, you learned to appreciate your alone time. You loved him with everything you had, but even (mostly) domesticated, your beloved trash panda was still a lot to handle. So somewhere along the way, a night of band practice for Eddie started to mean a quiet night alone with a book or a "chick movie" for you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoyed these peaceful nights.

However, about a week ago, you and Eddie sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch the new Stephen King miniseries.

IT.

You'd both read the book when it first came out and thought it was awesome.

Seeing it in your living room, on the other hand, was not so awesome.

You hated that fucking clown.

The mile-high forehead. The nose that looked like a blood blister about to pop. The fucking fangs. The whole luring-children-into-the-sewer-and-eating-them thing. Nope, nope, nope.

Eddie had watched the whole thing with fascination. You'd focused your eyes on the dusty little houseplant that lived below the TV whenever that thing was on screen.

And still, it invaded your nightmares.

So tonight, your quiet night alone was something of a nightmare as well. It was so quiet, every little creak echoed through the house.

You put on a movie - an old favorite that calmed your nerves for its duration - but as soon as the soothing whir of the tape rewinding ended with a clunk, the house resumed its creaking. You decided to do some laundry, hoping the washing machine would drown out the little noises that kept making you jump.

You gathered the basket of dirty clothes, hauled it to the laundry room, and began sorting. Still too quiet. You started singing the first song that came to mind to combat the silence as you loaded the washer and poured in the detergent.

When you turned to reach for the cap, you gasped.

There was a fucking clown standing in the doorway. Big forehead. Round nose. Frizzy hair. Ruffled shirt with ridiculously large pom-poms down the front. White gloves.

It's not real. Remember when a cardinal flew past you the other day, and you freaked out because all you saw was a flash of red, and you thought of that fucking clown? It's not real.

And then it fucking moved.

You shrieked and jumped backward, colliding with the wall of your tiny laundry room. There's no fucking way out of here. There are no weapons. If you survive this, you're going everywhere with a machete strapped to you for the rest of your life.

It crosses its arms.

Just like you've seen someone else do on occasion.

"Edward Munson, if you don't have that fucking mask off in 3 seconds, you are in for a WORLD of fucking hurt."

The clown throws up both hands in an exaggerated shrug.

It's just Eddie, right? Fucking with his poor little chicken? He'd laughed after you told him about the first clown nightmare, giving you an "awww" and a patronizing kiss on the forehead. It's just Eddie thinking he's funny. Which he's not. He's really not.

"Eddie, I'm fucking warning you."

But what if it's not him?

It takes a leap toward you.

You grab the handle of the laundry detergent - the big value-sized kind in a jug - and hurl it at the clown with everything you've got.

As if it were traveling in slow motion, you see the blue liquid begin to spill from the spout, somehow spreading in every direction; if you lived through this, you'd probably spend the next week scrubbing laundry detergent from every square inch of this room.

The clown ducks and misses the heavy jug, which hits the wall in the hallway and falls to the floor, but still gets doused in blue. It looks down at the liquid seeping into its stupid ruffly shirt, and you reach for the jug of bleach on the floor.

"You think this is funny, motherfucker?"

The clown holds out one of its gloved hands and takes a step closer, and it fills you with rage. If this is Eddie, you're gonna kill him and bury him in the back yard. If it's NOT Eddie, you're gonna kill it and call the cops. You fling the bleach at it, and this time, it's not quick enough. The clown tries to duck out of the way again, but the bottle makes contact with its side before falling to the ground.

The clown bends over with a grunt, clutching the spot where you hit it. Its massive forehead slowly rises to look at you. All you can see are dark holes where eyes should be. You grab the bottle of fabric softener and send it flying toward the clown's face. Direct hit, and a muffled cry from the clown.

You reach for the iron and grip the handle hard. If you die tonight, at least you're gonna take that ugly-ass motherfucker down with you.

The clown grumbles something from behind the mask, but you can't understand it. It stumbles backward. You raise the iron, wishing it were hot so you could melt this motherfucker's face off.

The white glove starts fumbling with the frizzy red wig, then pulls it off. A familiar mop of brown hair comes into view.

You're relieved for half a second, and then you're back to irate.

"You fucking ASSHOLE! What is WRONG with you?!"

"I thought it would be funny," he winces, standing and rubbing the spot on his side where you'd hit him with the bleach. "When did you get so violent?"

When did you get so violent?? You can feel the rage bubbling over again, and Eddie can see that he's still in danger. You slam the iron down on top of the washer, and he jumps at the sound.

"Okay, woah, I'm sorry," he says, backing toward the door. "I didn't think you'd freak out this bad."

You slowly advance on him, filling with fury.

"Stop. Stop." He holds his still-gloved hands up in surrender. You clench your fists and prepare to strike.

He makes his move a split second before you do.

You pounce, and he escapes. The door slams in your face.

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MUNSON!"

"I said I was sorry!"

You try the doorknob, but it won't turn. This door locks from the inside. He's holding onto it.

"You really think locking me in here is a good idea?" you seethe.

"You're not locked in."

You smack your hand on the door where you suspect his face is on the other side.

"Hey!" Damn, you're good.

"Let me out."

"Not until you calm down."

"Is it ever a good idea to tell a girl to calm down, Edward?"

A thump comes from the door, as if he's just banged his head against the other side.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would freak you out that bad. You said you had a dream about the clown, and I thought it was cute, then I saw the mask and decided to fix it up and mess with you."

You feel the adrenaline draining from your body at the sound of his stupid voice. You both love and hate this power he has over you.

You sigh and lean your head against the door. "I've been dreaming about it every night," you admit, removing your hand from the knob.

"Every night?"

"Every night."

"Fuck."

You step away from the door and shimmy yourself up onto the dryer, sitting on top with your legs crossed.

"If I open the door, are you gonna murder me?"

"Only time will tell," you deadpan.

The door opens a sliver, and you see puffy red eye staring at you through the crack. He eases it open the rest of the way, but remains in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Your life-or-death rush has faded; you're too tired to shoot him the withering glare he deserves.

He approaches you cautiously, still not entirely convinced that he'll live to see tomorrow.

"Take that stupid shirt off."

He whips it off and throws it over his shoulder. The gloves follow.

"Are you okay?" he asks again.

You sigh, close your eyes, and lean forward. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you.

"I really am sorry," he whispers into your hair.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."

He hums in acknowledgement and holds you tighter. You rest your cheek against his warm chest for a few minutes, replaying the events of tonight. You'd probably be laughing about this in a few years, and telling this story at parties. But for now, you were just glad you hadn't really killed him. You quite liked this idiot. Most of the time.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "Aside from your slow reflexes?"

"Couldn't see shit in that mask."

"Excuses, excuses. Answer the question."

"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "Just like being back in high school and fucking with the jocks. 'Cept your aim's better. And they never cuddled me after they threw shit at me."

Both of your shoulders shake in silent laughter.

When you pulled away and opened your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of blue splatters everywhere. Everywhere. How did one jug even hold that much? How the hell did it get on the ceiling?

"Looks like somebody jerked off a Smurf in here," you observe.

Eddie snorts, which makes you snort, and then you both start laughing. And just like that… everything was okay again.

Two Days Later

The Corroded Coffin boys put down their instruments and stood together when Eddie's van roared up the driveway, waiting to hear about The Pennywise Incident. He took his time getting his guitar and approaching the garage, then walked right by them without a word. He turned his back and ignored them while he set up his gear.

The trio closed in on him.

"How'd it go, man?" Grant prompted. "Did she freak?"

"Did she make you sleep in the van?" Jeff laughed.

Eddie turned around and took off his sunglasses with an unamused huff, revealing the black eye the fabric softener had given him.

"Told you so," Gareth smirked.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #for the record? she'd never really hurt him out of anger.#he's flight. she's fight. neither of them would know what to do if she actually caught him. good thing he's good at running.#congrats to me who has grown so desensitized to the curry clown while researching this that i wish i'd found a way to use chucky instead #skarsgard? fine. curry? nope.#in anything #do not like that guy's face

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illeaadante · 9 months

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Concept: Ghost Empathy and why Vlad is Emotionally Invisible

So, in the DP fandom we all play around with ghost abilities and characteristics, but one of the main fanon things is that ghosts are emotion, they are empathy. Ghosts are ectoplasm which is emotion manifest.

Why, and in fact how, then would Vlad be Emotionally Invisible?

Simple! Repression.

Vlad's half human (at least, personally I love the fanon that Vlad's not a full halfa because he didn't die in one shot) which means that he has more ability to emotionally regulate than beings that are made entirely of emotion. Vlad's also an adult, a billionaire, a politician, and a business man; all things that require emotional control and compartmentalization. Why would that not carry over to his ghost side?

I like to think that Vlad started to feel the ghost empathy, and he was like "cut that shit out" immediately. He walled himself off from feeling anything from other ghosts, which dampened his own emotional signature/projection.

Ghosts, who are beings of empathy, don't feel Vlad. He disappears from their perception if he's not within eye/ear shot or just close enough for his cut off trickle of empathy to reach them, because all ghosts rely on emotions for spacial awareness. The empathy is probably how they can tell if they're getting too close to someone else's haunt.

Danny does the rest, not that he realizes that he's masking Vlad from the rest of the ghosts.

Danny's a teenager and a ghost, i.e. the Most Emotional Being possible. Danny's projecting his feelings everywhere, all the time. So, whenever the ghosts come to Amity to blow off steam and stuff, they come across this fountain of frustration and their empathy goes "ah, upset baby, a good fight will help him calm down." Of course, not realizing that they are the cause of a lot of that frustration.

Once Danny learns what ghost speak/ghost empathy is and what it feels like, his relationships with his rogues get a Lot better, because now he understands! These guys are just looking for enrichment/ a way to let off some steam. Meanwhile the ghosts feel accomplished that the baby has calmed down and started using his words.

But what Danny doesn't understand, at least at first, is why the ghosts seem to believe Vlad, even when his lies aren't that great. Especially when it seems like he never gets anything past them.

It isn't until the next time he fights Vlad and feels how-- empty-- Vlad is that he gets it. Then he catches on, his emotional signature is giving him away.

None of the ghosts take the time to think that Vlad would lie to them, because what's the use lying to the dead? The living, sure, they're easy to mess with because they can't sense emotions, but none of the ghosts ever think that Vlad would cut himself off from the rest of them. He's just got a weak emotional signature, right?

That's also why Skulker doesn't hunt Vlad. He doesn't think that Vlad is a halfa, or if he knows, he thinks Danny is the stronger halfa due to the difference in their emotional signatures, so of course he'd go for the more difficult hunt. (he's right, but only partially because of the empathy)

I also like to think that the empathy is the reason that Danny gains so many new powers and control so quickly (compared to Vlad, anyway, he had 20 years to learn and he's still got fewer powers than Danny.)

Oh! It would also be fun if Danny had, like, a Resonant Core. Like, because he's so empathic he can alter his core to Resonate with the cores of the ghosts around them and copy/borrow their abilities. He's a halfa, and still growing, so his core hasn't settled and won't settle fully until he's Full Dead. (at which point the boy has an Officially Recognized Resonant Core, which means he is Certified Terrifyingly Powerful and it's a good thing for the Infinite Realms that he doesn't want to be a despot.)

#danny phantom #dp #long post #headcanon #concept #ghost empathy #ghost speak #danny being op without trying #like usual #this could also explain why the kids in Amity are More Liminal(tm) than the adults #the kids are more open to the Vibes #i just like the ghost empathy/speak things that have been happening in the fandom lately #liminal amity park #it also never made sense to me why Skulker would go after Danny instead of Vlad #unless Danny was Objectively Stronger #bc what would be the fun of hunting the weaker version when his whole thing is Most Dangerous Game-ing his way through his afterlife #Vlad felt someone else's emotions One Time and decided Nope

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dogblessyoutascha · 1 year

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@bi-widower-dads

So, I absolutely did not spend this first half of the month thinking the alternative prompt was “Gothic Romance” instead of “Gothic Horror”. Nooooope. Not me. I would never. It’s okay though. Vampire Thranduil is hot under any circumstance.

#dogblessyoutaschart #barduilmonth2023 #barduil #vampire au #thranduil #Bard the Bowman #I absolutely did not speed run this nope not me once again I would never

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darken-hollow · 8 days

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Welp I feel awful

So I been trying to figure out my gender for a while but the one thing that I’ve always came back to is that I’m a man, and so I told my mom this (for some context I have said I was using like they/them or she/they pronouns before but wouldn’t ever correct them because they would always say it’s hard when they would never use the right ones and I just stopped at a certain point) and so I told my mom how I wanted my hair and she asked why and I told her because I identified as a man and wanted it short again and she legit said “fine but I’m not calling you a he” and like I knew she wouldn’t she never did and she says she supports me being me but hearing that from her really does upset me and makes me feel awful

#I was legit surprised the one time she called me what I preferred (AJ)#transgender #trans man #trans male #small vent #never going to guess that I have mommy issues #but yeah I fucking hate her and my dad sometimes #like they wear all these supportive shirts and what not #and always say they support #but then get upset when I try to correct them on what pronouns I use or what name I go by #I mean I been going by AJ for at least two years now if not longer and they still call me by my deadname or my old nickname #it was a pretty fem nickname to #like I get it can be hard AT FIRST but it’s legit been years for my name #I’ve never changed what name I wanted to use besides AJ and a few small other times #I thought if I changed my name to something starting with the same letter as my deadname then I can just use my initials with them #but NOPE!#can’t even do that #I fucking hate them I wish they would support ME and not just say I do #anyways #guess who kins Barney from dead end

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