I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Guess who finally done did the thing???
Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling??? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
My biggest reason for not wanting to canon to ever change Jason clawing his way out of his own grave is, aside from the sheer horror of it, it's so important to me that Jason's resurrection be seemingly pointless.
Because then "why can't Jason move on now" is answered with "because he wasn't supposed to have this chance and he knows it". It's like survivors guilt, where you are both the victim and the survivor. He shouldn't know why he's alive again, he should just know that if it weren't for some cosmic mystery, he would still be 6 feet underground while his killer ran free and his family told themselves morals about his death while he was voiceless - helpless to have a say in his own narrative.
My ideal Jason isn't necessarily a Jason's who's right, but a Jason who raises necessary questions. Jason as a constant scream of the forgotten victims of rogues, of those who are failed by every sytem, and responding with a desire for blood and vengeance and a brutal justice. Jason haunting the city.
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A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.
it's the last day you can rb this
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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