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Latest Posts by your-local-pyro - Page 8
TMA 1-5 Spoilers
(To say I was calm and collected while making this would be a lie)
A perfectly fine Jonmartin edit (absolutely nothing sad)
Song: First Light - By Hozier
TMA Season 1 Character Lineup
everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -
enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.
and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends
Something about FNAF that we don't talk about enough:
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. End communication.
Deer season is upon us.
1.) Wear your seatbelt.
2.) If your choice is swerve at high speed or hit the deer you plow Bambis mom like you’re an IT specialist with a secret Twitter account and it’s anthrocon weekend.
Deer are softer than trees. Deer are softer than rolling your car 8 times.
Damn didn’t know the Buried could be so-
tumblr i’m begging you please let me reblog the big tiddy coffin
We all ignore the pit?
The origins of the pit:
i think it is unjust to deny a child their right to dig a hole motivelessly
Am I funny yet
ELIAS BOUCHARD IS A BASTARD. But, I love him ;;
Do u need therapy yet
Started the magnus archives recently!!! Aaaaaaaaaa
I abbreviate "Beetlejuice" to "BJ" with my one friend whose special interest is Beetlejuice and it's fine, it's protocol, it's a Tuesday afternoon, but I just did it with another friend via the sentence, "I don't even like BJ that much. I just wanna see that worm," and it was a little less than fine, I think.
while we’re all on the subject of songs, here’s an album cover concept i did for one of my classes! i imagine this hypothetical third life album would have kind of a folk punk vibe. alas, if only i knew how to write music 😔
(ID: the front and back cover of an album. both sides have a muted yellow-brown background with a grainy texture. on the front cover is a drawing of the head of a dog with a red crown floating above its head. its mouth is open, and there is blood running down its face over its eye. the image has a slight glitch effect. the title of the album is “bloody noses, cracked crowns” and is at the top of the cover. at the bottom are the words, “the spectators”.
the back cover has both the title and the artist at the top. there’s a numbered list of the tracks in the center. the tracks are:
romans and countrymen
debt
poppy fields
the tower
red winter
brothers in arms
no lone wolves
the siege
canary cry
the hand of the king
and the winner is
there’s a false record label in the bottom left corner, and a barcode in the bottom right. end ID.)
For those wondering why their dash is suddenly crab raves
🦀🎉🦀🎉🦀 Henry Kissinger is dead 🎉🦀🎉🦀🎉🦀
“queer horror podcast” ok? wet water?
Michael Distortion.
hey guys there's smth in my doorway I think im gonna let it in with no intention to keep it and idk maybe feed it. I hope it doesn't come back hahaha
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Found another idiotic accounting mistake from my predecessor that I have to fix and I was like "WILL THE SPECTER OF THAT MAN'S INCOMPETENCE EVER CEASE TO HAUNT ME" and my coworker was like "Why do you talk like that"
EXACTLYYYY. THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. ^ Also just thrice 🤨??
nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back
Reblogging because my name..isn’t Ashley.
reblog if your name isn't Ashley.
2,121,566 people are not Ashley and counting!
We’ll find you Ashley.