no see, if you keep doing that you’ll get enough blood on your hands that your grip will slip and you might cut the end of your finger off or gash up your hand something fierce. It could get infected!
the worst trope is when a woman kills someone and keeps hitting or stabbing the body and then somebody else stops her and tries to calm her down like. let her continue.
It always surprises me how many deactivated users there are here. And maybe most of them are the natural consequence of URL-hopping, but beyond those, the ones that intentionally deactivated--just the idea of actively deciding to terminate an account is so foreign to me.
I'm in the business of atrophy.
My Neopets exist, and persist, and are dying and continue to die for the last ten years my account has been dark. My penguin lived until the day Club Penguin died, immobile in its igloo, decoration among the puffles. My Webkinz stand in rooms which time refuses to allow even the dignity of gathering dust. My footprint stuffs the digital shelves of datacenters for sites and accounts I do not remember making.
I've made a horde of scattered exoskeletons, shells which I cannot even call ghosts because that implies a presence. They are husks. They are archives. They are records. I do not ever consider the mercy of allowing them to die.
Honestly I always wanted to do this at an anime con.
Get like 4-5 friends and put together an obviously thematic bunch of original costumes (with very clear color identities), and when people ask us what we’re cosplaying be like ‘oh what, you haven’t seen Magical Wonder Cat Robot Academy’ yet? Wow, it’s the absolute best! You should ask your local shop about it.’
There is an old belief in Serbian villages and small towns that certain pumpkins (and watermelons), when left outside during a full moon, will turn in to a vampire.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
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I’ve worked at haunted attractions (pro and amateur) for literal decades. One year I was out at Old Tucson Studios’ ‘Nightfall’, and given I had a very very fancy and realistic werewolf suit, was doing streetmosphere...wandering around up close and personal with the patrons.
The boys? Almost universally would run away, screech, maybe, MAYBE dare each other to go poke the werewolf, and they’d always run up behind me when I wasn’t looking, poke or thump me, and then run like Satan himself was on their heels.
The girls? No fear. None. A few of them would screech but then immediately start giggling. A lot of them wanted hugs and photos. I hugged a -lot- of little girls. It was pretty awesome honestly.
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
Back when we still lived in TN, the power lines in front of our house were struck by lightning.
Ball lightning came into the house, out of the power sockets. My mother reported it chased itself around in circles on the kitchen floor before dispersing, and it also peeled all the foil wallpaper off the bathroom wall (it was the 80s, whaddya want) in erratic patterns. There was no such thing as ‘cel phone cameras’ at the time, but I wish she’d been able to capture it.