If the Monster High brainrot wasn't obvious enough, I found all the diary entries that come with photos (Something I had no idea was a thing -- I unfortunately never owned a MH doll NIB) AND Y'ALL I CAN'TTTTTTT DUDE I'M GONNA CRYYYYYYYY
This two-pack is one of my all-time grails I hope to buy some day without having to do too much TLC (especially Frankie's white hair q-q). And if there was a way for me to get a physical copy of this specific diary alongside them I would pay good money for it, seriously. They're so supportive of each other, the little goobers! (9qHq)9
As much as I love their ship, I love it in a post-Jackson-and-Holt-coping-with-each-others-existence version, like give it a year or two and it'd probably be chill. It's like, they both care about each other a lot but there's a biiiig existential crisis that one of them's going through, so for now it's on pause. But as far as current/present canon is concerned, I do find they have the best interactions when they don't have to worry about others making assumptions about them and are just hanging out together. It's very sweet and it's why they're easily my favorite characters in the franchise (and Holt too, he just happens to not be here in the diary entry for obvious reasons). There's soooo many characters I love in the series, they just happen to give me the most dopamine haha!
But also I NEED to call out the bit where he says "I got so red I thought my hair might catch fire" because HOOOOOOO THE AU IDEAS I HAVE THAT LITTLE DETAILS LIKE THIS ONLY CONFIRMS 'cause I like to think he gets super flushed when he's embarrassed or panics and ESPECIALLY around Frankie cause he doesn't wanna make a fool out of himself around her and--and and my whole thing about him and Holt that I can't spoil for my future fic about it but I REAAAAALLY want to spoil aaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
I am a perfectly healthy person I swear :D Totally not posting this at 2am wdym???
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let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024!
thank you @arishemmo for tagging me ily!! 🫶🏻
january: haze by 5 seconds of summer
february: shake it off (taylor’s version) by taylor swift
march: barbie world by nicki minaj, ice spice, and aqua
april: must be love by niall horan
may: caramel by 5sos
june: we didn’t start the fire by fall out boy
july: out of my system by louis tomlinson
august: you don’t go to parties by 5sos
september: out of the woods (taylor’s version) by taylor swift
october: another love by tom odell
november: saigon by luke hemmings
december: dance the night by dua lipa
i’m tagging (only if you want to of course): @uservalentine @nostalgiabones @ghost-of-you @suchalonelysunflower @wastelandcth @in-superbloom @hoodharlow @bandsanitizer
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@ainawgsd we found tulips!
And more tulips! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
Sooooo....walking with Blu has not been good. But me and the husband walked him together on Monday and Tuesday, and he went around the block perfectly, no hesitations. Made me feel like doo doo, cause why does he hesitate/refuse when it's just me? So husband explained how he does it, the few times he actually walks him. He holds the leash super short, says ' Come' in a no-nonsense voice when he hesitates. So I did that, with (H) (husband), walking a ways behind us. Worked perfectly on Monday, we all three went around the block, ditched H at the house and went around again just me and Blu. He did balk at the corner but I used my best no-nonsense voice and he went around again! The next day we did the same thing, with H trailing, ditched him at the house for the hopefully second trip around the block. Ughhh. Blu would not go around the corner. Tried everything. Nope. Went home defeated. Skipped walk yesterday due to early work shift. Set out today ( just me and Blu) expecting defeat, but, he went right around the corner! Yay!!!! But then, he stopped. 😒 Tried the voice. Nope. As a last resort I motioned to the other side of the street. YAY! He came right along and we went all the way down the street and miracle of miracles instead of turning home we went one more block! Haven't gotten that far in about three weeks. Hopefully, with reinforcement walks with H on Mon and Tues, Blu will get better. And I will get better seeming more authoritative. For my safety and Blu's, he has to do what I need him to do at times.
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Nightmare Walk
Ryan could hear the crack of the flail in the next room, Patrick's mournful groans and austere sounds of agony. There was a syrupy tendril of false blood that was beginning to drip from Ryan's false beard, about to fall and join the puddle of red-dyed cornstarch at the foot of the cross.
Ryan wore a long brown wig and a false beard and little else besides a blood-stained cloth around his boxers: in the semi-dark of the haunted attraction, he was the spitting image of the crucified Christ. His arms were strapped into the cross-beam of a large cross which held him high above the extras in Bible-clothing who were milling around waiting to be jeering onlookers. He was covered in fake blood, and occasionally as it trickled down over an eyebrow and he would waggle his head, unable to free his arms to brush it away.
The things you did for the Kingdom.
"Every 'hit' you take, every person you defile yourself with outside of marriage, every Sunday you slept in: each of those is another crack of the whip onto Jesus' flesh."
Ryan could hear the guide narrating through the scene right before they were supposed to enter this room and see that Jesus on the cross, dying for their sins. The attendees had been through the drugs room, the suicide room, the school shooting room, and were proper scared and ready to see some Biblical violence.
And so, next door, Patrick, dressed almost identically to Ryan, was being 'whipped' by a costumed Roman soldier: tortured. Then, with their trespasses still rising in their throats, they'd walk through the door and BAM: cross.
He was sweating beneath the fake blood and cold everywhere else, but it didn't matter too much to him. It was a big honor, he'd been doing Nightmare Walk all through high-school, and finally he was allowed to play Jesus. Still, as he hung there, Ryan thought that he was glad this would be his last year. It had turned out that, since meeting Patrick especially, he more looked forward to hitting the local Denny's with the other actors once the night was over.
"AGH!"
Ryan shook himself from his reverie, tried to stretch his arms which were quickly becoming numb. He heard it again, another shout. This one wasn't austere and Biblical, it was Patrick, and he was actually screaming.
"The fornicators, the idolators, the thieves, and the homosexuals will not be permitted to enter the kingdom of heaven!"
The narrator was 'preaching' at a fever pitch now, and Ryan didn't recognize the voice or the script they seemed to be using. His stomach sank.
"Oww! Hey, time-out, stop! STOP! Davis--AUGH!--stop!" Patrick was sounding panicked now.
"This one is guilty of lying with another man. He is abomination. Play-acting as our Savior with this unrepented sin still upon him!"
Ryan began to struggle with the bindings that held him fast to the cross, but they wouldn't budge. Patrick's cries had grown softer, broken, pleading. The door opened, and a crowd of people in fall-coats and scarves sidled in, led by a woman Ryan did not recognize.
"And here's the other one, the other homosexual. Dressed up like the Son of God, mocking the almighty with his iniquity." The woman proclaimed. Ryan couldn't make out the faces of the crowd in the darkness, but when the woman stepped forward, he saw she was carrying a brick. Maybe everyone in the crowd was.
Ryan pulled at his bonds, tried to twist out of them and off the cross. The sounds of a whip splitting flesh continued in the next room, and the woman raised her brick, eyes fiery and grin alive. The extras jeered and booed. The dark crowd stepped forward, arms raised.
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listen to this (or read the lyrics below the cut) and tell me this isn't literally different aspects of the locked tomb series. like there isn't a single line that doesn't fit. I want so bad to make an animatic of this but I'm so bad at putting visuals to music lol
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines
Where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind
All who tread through the oil-soaked sea
Deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
The curse of coercion
Two sides of a horrid mask
Distorted dependence
Loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland
White washing the rubble
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing
All is calm but then comes the killing
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
Too many graves
Not enough shovels
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Turbines shriek
In smokestack sermons
True call to nature
The mortal burden
The mother sleeps
In the blood of the future
The dead define you
Now death will find you
A world driven by extinction
Only ends in extinction
Death will find you
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