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persimmonsimmer · 2 years
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“I thought everyone knew.”
“People know less than you give them credit for, and what they think they know is often wrong. That’s why I don’t like to rely on gossip. …I know it’s none of my business,” Carl added, “but I have to admit, I’m curious. And—to make myself sound just a little less abhorently selfish—I really do believe it helps to talk things out.”
He might be right. It might be good to talk to someone who wasn’t walking on eggshells to avoid upsetting her like her parents, or veiling their disappointment in her with sisterly concern like Leonor. A friend.
She began, slowly at first, with dinner at the Campbell’s. Carl was a good listener, absorbing her words quietly but not impassively, speaking up only to encourage her to continue.
“I never meant for him to leave his wife,” she insisted. “I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I was upset, and it just did.”
Carl nodded. “That story of Anna’s really shook you up, hm?”
“I guess so.”
“What happened with Anna’s lover—from what I’ve heard, it sounds a lot like what happened with Miguel’s father.”
It still hurt to think about Griff. “I’ve never been able to make sense of it. I keep thinking that one day it will all click into place, and I’ll understand what was going through Griff’s head that night. How he could propose to me and then run off the very next day. It just doesn’t make sense. Even if he was having doubts.” Citlali swallowed the painful lump that had risen in her throat. “Sometimes I wonder if there was something else, something he didn’t mention. Something that could explain why he had to leave without telling me, why he was acting so strangely—“
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“Acting strangely how?” It was the first time Carl had interrupted her.
“Just… withdrawn. Anxious. The night before he disappeared it felt like things changed in an instant. We were talking, and then suddenly it was like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. And then, the next day, he wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t see me at all. And the day after that, he was gone.”
“And what else?” Carl pressed, eyes lit up with an unsettling gleam. The intensity that had entered his voice scared her. “Did you notice anything else unusual? Anything you couldn’t explain at the time?”
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Citlali hugged her knee to her chest, a shiver passing through her. “Like what? I don’t… what are you suggesting?” She couldn’t keep a note of wariness out of her voice.
Carl’s demeanor changed so quickly that she almost believed she’d imagined the fire in his eyes, the stiff set of his jaw. His features rearranged themselves into their familiar mild lines, his expression one of sympathy and apology.
“I’m so sorry, Citlali,” he said. “It wasn’t my intention to dredge up painful memories, or imply anything about Griff’s disappearance. You get used to hearing some pretty fantastical stories on the road... I guess I got carried away. The fact is, I’m too nosy for my own good. It can be handy in my line of work, but it can also make me an insensitive ass. Please accept my apology.”
“No... It’s OK. I understand,” she said slowly. She was eager to forget the uneasy feeling Carl’s questions had raised in her. “Part of me wants to believe that Griff had a good reason for leaving, or even that he didn’t go willingly, because that would mean he didn’t leave because of me. But what reason could there be? I have to stop trying to think up excuses for him.” She smiled wanly at her own foolishness.
“It’s just... I thought he was my soulmate,” she continued. “Maybe that sounds silly to you, but we practically grew up together. I think I had a crush on him from the first time I met him. ...Do you believe in soulmates?”
“Not as such.”
Citlali waited, but he seemed content to leave it at that. “Why not?”
He gave a short laugh. “You’re a little bit nosy yourself, you know. Maybe that’s why we get along. ...Well, I guess the idea of a predetermined soulmate just never resonated with me. I was almost married once—surprised? Ha. It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter.
“In my experience, there always comes a time when two people who love each other have to decide whether to or not they want to keep loving each other. And not just once. Every time things get hard. To me, real love isn’t finding the perfect person for you and living happily ever after. It’s choosing to keep trying.”
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Citlali thought about that. “That’s not very romantic. Or... maybe it is. In a way. Something about choosing someone over and over is kind of nice. ...I don’t know. Maybe believing in soulmates is stupid.”
“I didn’t say that,” Carl said gently. “I could be wrong, too. Maybe only the Watcher knows. ...But here, there’s no reason you should be forced to listen to an old man rambling on about love. I’ve probably kept you away for too long as it is. We should head back.”
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I found this website that gives you prompts and deletes your writing if you don't write for over 10 seconds, and i kept making every story somehow related to Slenderman.
AND SINCE THIS IS A CRP BLOG (MAINLY) IM SO POSTING THEM
CW: 1st story, paranoia, a person goes missing. 2nd story, murder, paranoia, psychosis, nightmares, 3rd story, no warnings^^
1st short story,
They found his diary under his bed, and with little to no hesitation his worried friends started reading it. Within a few pages they started noticing these small untidy doodles on the sides and corners of the page as the writing got messier and messier.
They first paid no mind to it but as they skimmed over the pages they started noticing a pattern of only high leaning oak trees or these weirdly tall and disproportionate stick figures being drawn. Not to mention the entries got more and more worrying in it’s contents, their dear, now missing friend was only talking about his day in short bullet points and then in a long paragraph of this “it” (as he referred to it) has been following his every movement, a list of times he has caught “it” looking at him.
One friend at this point got way too unnerved by the contents of the journal and strongly suggested the other friend stop reading and return to investigate it more later; but the other friend denied, being weirdly intrigued by the uncanniness and horror of the diary. Little did he know this would be the cause of his and his friend’s demise.
2nd short story,
She had made a poor job of hiding the damage. She couldn't help but smile awkwardly as she hid the knife and her bloody hands behind her back, trying to convince her own "hallucination" that she did not commit first degree murder out of pure insanity.
It was so stupid, so dumb and so horribly wrong and disappointing at the same time, she tried to be such a good person, good grades in uni, clean house, good social status, a nice relationship with her family, she tried so hard it was going good, it was going great, she was doing so well and there it fell straight down the well, as she descended into madness.
She was weak. She was manipulable, she did it. She did what it said. All she needed was a little push, just a few months of sleepless nights or slumber filled with horrors. A little social isolation, just a small amount of suspicion that maybe others were in on it. Maybe others saw him too, maybe they all were working against her with him. She couldn't help it, whenever she was near this person she just had this overbearing urge to kill him, and since up until this point she didn't, she had to leave the room or even the building with a horrible anxiety attack. It was the consequence of her actions, disobedience is not well rewarded. But she won't have to worry about that now.
3rd short story,
He hadn't meant to scare the child. He genuinely didn't, and it's the first time that's happened in a good while. He didn't want to hurt the child either, he was so small, fragile and scared, too little of a challenge for the creature to feel good about eating. Ok, maybe he just simply wasn't hungry, it had to be admitted; he liked to stay true to himself. But what to do about the frozen-in-movement little boy standing in front of him, afraid to even blink fearing if he does his life would be over.
He moved his disproportionate “hand” towards him slowly in order not to scare the boy and took his hand. Surely his parents were near, right? The boy was surprisingly not resistant at all and walked silently with him on the non-existent path to find his parents. As they were finally back on the trail, near to the edge of the woods, it heard a male and a female voice screaming a name. They were his parents by all means, judging from how the child's eyes lightened up as he gasped with joy when he heard his name. It let go of little Chris' hand, and after he mumbled a "thank you" while walking backwards, he turned around and sprinted in his parents direction yelling "mom, dad i'm here!". Rarely even evil forest creatures can do something nice it guessed.
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wormieapple · 2 months
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please understand that i will never and can never condone John Winchester’s actions but some of y’all really don’t understand what “he did the best he could” means.
he neglected and at the very least emotionally abused his kids, and there’s a pretty good argument that he might’ve physically abused them as well. he isolated them, prevented them from forming any lasting relationships outside of immediate family, left them alone for days if not weeks on end with firearms and very little food. And that’s not even the half of it. and everything he did was a manifestation of grief and drive to protect his family. which does not in the slightest justify how he treated sam and dean, but it does lay out his morals and motives pretty clearly.
He loves his kids, he really does. and while struggling to deal with his own trauma he was doing everything he could in his mind to keep them safe. but that doesn’t make his best enough, not by a long shot. that doesn’t even make his best efforts good efforts. at the end of the day he abused his kids and royally fucked up their ability to cope with their own grief and trauma in ways that i cannot touch with a 10ft pole rn or i’ll be writing 57 essays right here and now.
and again i hate john just as much as the next person but he did not set out to abuse his kids. he didn’t have nefarious intentions when it came to how he raised his kids. he was a good person who turned into an abusive asshole due to grief, paranoia, and alcoholism. and it makes perfect sense that sam and dean still love him even if they recognize the damage he did to them. because they also know how hard their dad tried, and they’ve said as much several times. and i get it cause that’s how i grew up. my dad did everything he could despite his grief, despite his depression, despite working 14 hour days in poverty and homelessness, and he still neglected and emotionally abused me. not because he was a bad person, but because he had no tools to deal with everything he was going through. and his best wasn’t enough, his best failed me. and i still love my dad cause not every memory was bad, and he does truly love me and my siblings. And i’m lucky in a way that sam and dean never were because my dad recognized where he failed us, owned up to what he did and tries everyday to repair the damage he did.
I have closure, and that’s something sam and dean could never really have. but they do have the clusterfuck of emotions that is he tried his best and it wasn’t enough.
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jesncin · 17 days
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Random question, how come Goldie's form is that of a small child if he died in the womb? And if his spirit/soul aged, how come he's not the same age as John? Was there something that happened that stopped his aging, or is that just how John sees him?
Other than me following how Goldie/Golden Boy looks like in his first appearance in Hellblazer (though I aged him down a bit), I imagine that John perceives Goldie as someone growing with him but as John quickly loses his childhood innocence, Goldie stops growing.
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In his teen years John tries stubbornly to be independent, out of survivor's guilt that he's growing up while his brother can't.
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They stick together. I like to think of Goldie as the one spirit out of Constantine's ghost crew who doesn't hate or blame him for their death. John still feels awful about it because of course.
I do enjoy reading people's interpretations of Goldie's age being a reflection of how John remembers and grieves him. That's sweet.
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raevenlywrites · 11 months
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Tell me why in the tags
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eternal-moss · 14 days
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Falin panel in my style
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:D I suddenly felt compelled to redraw the panel. Miss Touden you are my muse
Lineart + original panel under the cut
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I mean, look at the improvement from one drawing to the other, Ryoko Kui’s art makes me think hard about anatomy + physics and it feels really good to draw :3
\/ original panel!
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andsjuliet · 1 year
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NANCY DREW PARALLELS
the sign of the uninvited guest (1x14) ⇾ the witch tree symbol (3x12)
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zorosdimples · 8 months
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let me just say this: when skillful storytellers write scenes where characters do vile things, it’s supposed to make readers uncomfortable; it’s purposeful. what does that vile act say about the character, their relationships, and the world they live in? you should be uncomfortable. if you are comfortable with atrocities happening, that says more about you than the story! and if it’s too much for you, it’s okay to abandon the story and read something else. but don’t vilify those who understand that heinous actions can be not only useful, but essential for character building in fiction. wanting a story to be told in its entirety is not an endorsement of a fictional character’s disgusting actions. rather, it’s an insistence on staying true to the story, its characters, and their complexity as fleshed out humans (or creatures).
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seasononesam · 1 year
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all the episodes of supernatural should be on my laptop without me having to download them and also they should take up 0 gb of storage amen
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marrfixated · 1 month
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(More thoughts and drafting! Some weird formatting I know but it was all one block in my notes)
Emma is doing just fine. Average. It’s really not so bad.
She’s just been dealing with a lot of change. And with too many things not changing.
Which is… an odd thing to struggle with.
Because she likes hange. Daunting challenges. The unpredictable. Doing new things every day and never being scared of them. And she likes independence.
She had thought so, at least.
After the show, she had been hit in the face with just how… isolated she was. She had only had two friends before the first season, but she had left them behind. Her mother wasn’t doing the best, and she didn’t have any nearby family.
She found herself laying in her bed in the middle of the day most of the time, scrolling through her contacts and old conversations.
Or scrolling through her comments on TikTok.
A few weeks ago, she had tried some stunt involving a motorcycle and an inflatable pool. She probably wouldn’t have messed it up if her hands weren’t trembling.
(She had forgot to check the breaks, and wasn’t sure if they were working.)
(They were.)
The blood dripping down her face and the gash in her lip didn’t sting as much as it did watching the video.
She looked ridiculous, and she probably always did. It was better when she had someone else to do it with. Maybe she was losing her touch.
She didn’t post the video.
She turned back to dancing instead, which did feel less embarassing, despite the constant mocking feedback. Sure, the jokes were “funny”, but she didn’t care about any of it. She didn’t feel the rush, she wasn’t planning every day, and she wasn’t known or loved for anything.
Except for what she lost.
And, the show, to an extent.
-Ugh, she misses the show. She shouldn’t, but as stupid as it sounds, she missed doing crazy things and talking to people. Having a chance of winning. Beating everyone. Being cheered on. It wasn’t always great, but at least it was something. She misses doing something.
And she really misses Bowie. She missed Bowie, but she knows better than anyone that she can’t go back to that. They just- have better things to do now. He probably does.
He’s got Raj- which is great! And she’s happy for him! She’s happy for everyone. For Wayne, however he’s doing, for Julia, despite everything.
And Caleb. For having Priya.
Emma is jealous that Bowie gets to have someone.
Emma is jealous that everyone else gets to have someone.
Emma is jealous that, unlike everyone else, winning the show probably wouldn’t have made her any happier.
She isn’t sure what would.
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goosemixtapes · 7 months
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max's september 2023 reads
i have always been faintly jealous of the people who post little lists of the articles/books they read at the end of the month. lo and behold, i have realized this is in my power to remedy. i've also assembled a list of my favorite short stories and articles of all time :)
fiction
Vergil's Aeneid, book 12 (aeneid daily reread) (review)
the latter half of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (review)
Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queene, books 1-3
selections from Edmund Spenser's Shepherd's Calendar (review)
Shakespeare's Macbeth (for the fourth time now)
the latter half of Us Against You by Frederick Backman (review)
Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins (review)
I Am Your Spaniel by Gislina Patterson (i have a[n author-sponsored] pdf of this if anyone should like it!)
Peerless by Jihae Park (review)
Twelfth Grade Night by Molly Horton Booth (review)
the first two episodes of What Happens Next comic
nonfiction
The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel (review)
Why Centrism Is Morally Indefensible by Nathan J. Robinson (↳ musings on Tim Urban's book about polarization)
The Promise of Monsters: A Regenerative Politics for Inappropriate/d Others by Donna Haraway (↳ this was classwork and i understood maybe half. but the half was good!)
What Do We Owe Afghanistan? by Nathan J. Robinson and Noam Chomsky (↳ on the war in Afghanistan and the evils of the US military; cws for everything you'd expect)
What is a Woman? (A Response) by Julia Serano (↳ on the TERF's favorite question)
video essays
PragerU and the Politics of Pain by Zoe Bee (↳ do leftists centrally aim to avoid pain? and is that a bad thing?)
On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People by Patricia Taxxon (↳ ostensibly what the title says, but actually a detailed musing on the essential properties of furry media and the freedom of dehumanization; changed my life a bit)
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theo-grayson · 2 months
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I recreated my Stark in Stardew Valley, by recolouring some sprites from Elle's Cuter Dogs. Something to remember him by.
Stark recently injured his back. We don't even know how it happened, but he's suddenly completely paralyzed from his hips down. The surgery to fix it is far, far more expensive than we could ever hope to afford. And his chances of recovery from medicine alone are less than 10%. We are most likely going to have to put him to sleep.
My poor Stark... my little weenie boy. This doesn't even feel real. He is my favourite dog in the whole world... I'm going to miss him so much.
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yotsubaclover · 3 months
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i am back on my bullshit (re: lesbianstars)
inspired by: yamamoto takato, prewar fashion illustrations, stevie nicks
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if there's a better feeling than "finally got a doctor to take me seriously and got a real diagnosis for The Problem" I've never heard of it. I'm just so goddamn happy 😭
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mostlymaudlin · 1 year
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i really do think that everyone sad abt letting go of hp should just get into the simon snow series. its like, everything good abt hp (magical school and associated hijinks, chosen one adventures, mysterious evil, questionable mentors) and then also makes fun of a lot of the things that are mishandled in hp (should kids have roles cast upon them as children? how do power dynamics play out in magical communities? ummmmm are those kids who went thru all of those chosen one adventures okay???). plus theres a vampire. and a road trip! and canon gays !!!!!!
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samgiddings · 2 months
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being away from home continues to be a godawful experience
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