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seducing-a-vampire · 3 years

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I felt called to do this today-- and just generally to shout about how in awe I am of the talent in this fandom!

Tagging all those I tagged here, if you feel like it! And anyone else who wants to share the love! xoxoxo

I limited myself to only one-shots posted in the last few months and still got a little out of control. So, here are just a few of the MANY fics that have blessed my AO3 history lately!

call it even by @effing-numpties (T, 846 words)

“And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown” -'tis the damn season, taylor swift

Baz returns home for the holidays and runs into his ex-roommate/almost boyfriend in a pub.

BEST TAG: baz being really dramatic send tweet

MY THOTS: it’s no secret i am a slut for carry on x taylor swift content (and calli keeps gracing us with that!!!), but even apart from that, this is an achingly beautiful fic. The dynamic of seeing each other after years apart and never knowing what could have been is expressed so wonderfully. It’s a hell of an emotional journey in < 1000 words, and I can’t wait for the rest of these evermore fics!!

I have the power of magic and Vine compilations on my side by @vampire-named-gampire (T, 5240 words)

“What’s going on?” I whisper to Penny, who’s gaping at Miss Possibelf, her expression part excited, part horrified. “Listen,” she says, rolling her eyes. (She’s scarily like Baz sometimes. Or Baz is scarily like her.) “That includes memes, Vines, Tik-Toks and whatever else you could think of,” Miss Possibelf says. My mouth falls open as I realize what’s going on. “Are we… are we doing Internet spells?”

BEST TAG: the mage gets owned

MY THOTS: if you somehow missed this gem during COC, please do yourself a favor and RUN to AO3 right now. It’s hilarious and sweet and we truly love to see established relationship moments at Watford! Brought us iconic spells like “Move I’m Gay” which is canon to me now.

left on read by @sncwbaz (G, 1671 words)

Baz stared at the texts long enough that his screen almost turned to black again. He was about to close out of the app when a tiny speech bubble with moving dots appeared at the bottom of the chat. It took him a moment and a held breath to figure out what this meant. Simon was typing.

Baz can't sleep and decides that reading through past text conversations he's had with Simon is a good way to spend the very early ours of the morning. Things get interesting when he suddenly sees that Simon is typing something. At 3am.

BEST TAG: low key angst

MY THOTS: a quietly heartbreaking but also hopeful look at simon + baz’s relationship as they struggle to connect sometime pre-WS. They’re tender and hesitant and awkward, and it’s all beautifully written. read this!

NSFW recs under the cut:

Been In Between by @snowybank (E, 1586 words)

“Ready for another?”

Baz splutters. “Absolutely not. I do have a refractory period, Simon.”

Simon and Baz are soft (and hard) and they test some limits.

BEST TAG: just a fuckin SPRINKLE of praise kink and monsterfucking

MY THOTS: Yall. I don’t even know what to say except if you are a human with a pulse you need to read this fic. Lauren is a fucking ICON at writing smut with so many feelings, and this was an absolute masterpiece. The best part of it is ... kind of a spoiler???? At least it took me by surprise and positively melted my heart. So read it and be melted yourself.

Hot in Here by @otherworldsivelivedin (M, 2599 words)

Simon Snow can’t dance. At least, that’s what I thought. This fic is pure self-indulgence over the fact that 90s/00s R&B is The Best genre to go dancing to 👌 and my all time favourite HC that Simon can't ballroom dance, but that boy got moves and I will die on this hill.

BEST TAG: A love letter to 90s/00s R&B

MY THOTS: i cry when i think about how much I love this fic. Dem spun the most masterful world in a small space, and it’s just so FUN????? it’s HILARIOUS??? and I just love to see these boys enjoying life. truly an instant classic in my mind.

Envy of the Gods by @motherscarf (E, 8526 words, see warnings)

“You are a naiad?” The nymph rolled their eyes. “You are a cow? Or a man. Both?” Their tone was sarcastic. Simon didn’t notice. “I am a man,” Simon frowned. He hadn’t tucked his tail very well- it twitched free as if it wanted to argue with his statement. Simon pretended he didn’t notice. “You don’t… seem like a nymph.” “And what, pray tell, does a nymph seem like?” Sneered the nymph.

Or, Orpheus & Eurydice au, but Simon is a minotaur and Baz is a naiad

BEST TAG: cancel Apollo 2020

MY THOTS: okay, I admittedly was not a Greek Mythology Gay (tm) and i am woefully lacking in said knowledge, but that did absolutely nothing to lessen my enjoyment of this beautiful and heart-wrenching fic. Also, I’ve since been working my way through percy jackson books for the first time (lol) and this fic has been oft on my mind. The prose is immaculate, and the emotions are soft, and just everything is too too lovely and bittersweet!!!! GAH.

Adams Driver is Well Fit by @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire (E, 709 words)

Set Watford 8th year. Simon and Penny watch Star Wars at the cinema. Is Simon really thirsting after Adam Driver - a certified sex god? Or could it be someone else?

BEST TAG: The author isn't into Adam Driver but can sure appreciate good aesthetics

MY THOTS: i am incredibly self-indulgent in reccing this because Di very kindly wrote it for me BUT everyone else should read it too because it is: (1) hilarious, (2) sweet, and (3) truly demonstrates the lengths of simon’s lack of self-awareness. and we love that for him. also in my mind, everyone in CO/WS is a star wars nerd.

#stole 'thots' from lauren #hehehehe #Thirsty Thursday #fic recs #i love all yall

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captainficspace · 3 years

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Included- Ben’s Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: The Hargreeves Bros

A/N: There’s not enough fics with the guys being bros. And Ben is a ray of sunshine and deserves the world.

Because the 60s had no internet, Klaus and Ben were determined to make up for lost time the best way they knew how. They set aside a lazy Saturday morning for watching hours-long Vine compilations, even though they still knew just about every one by heart. They took the task upon them this time to assign every clip to one of their siblings, which only made the videos even funnier.

“Diego is the toddler running with the knife and mom is the one going ‘NO!’” Klaus said. Ben snickered. He was pretty sure there were moments in the house that were damn near identical to that clip.

“Absolutely.”

“The girl with the awful glitter eyeshadow is Allison.”

“That’s you.”

“Hurtful.” Klaus couldn’t exactly tell him he was wrong, exactly.

Just as they were going to debate whether or not a clip of a Chihuahua trying and failing to run up the stairs truly matched Five’s energy, a scream interrupted their trains of thought.

“Again?” Diego and Five were locked in some battle that had been going on-and-off all week, starting when Five deciding to launch a near-lethal tickle attack on Number Two. There were several sets of footsteps now clattering around upstairs, each getting closer to landing until one stopped altogether.

“Five must have gotten away.” Klaus mused.

Another stopped.

“Incoming in three, two…” Diego dropped from over the edge of the bannister, sticking the landing on the living room floor.

“You could have just used the stairs.” Ben said, before realizing Diego couldn’t hear him. It would have taken all of three seconds, but his dramatic entrance didn’t mean a thing because whoever he was pursuing was nowhere to be found.

“Five’s not here?”

“Nope. What’s the occasion?” Klaus asked, as if he was unaware that the two of them had been acting like complete children for the past four days.

“He knows what he did.”

Five materialized at the top of the stairs, staring down at the TV. He watched for a second, a faint smile crossing his face.

“The one with the guys yelling at the duck reminds me of you and Ben.” And he was off down the hall once more, Diego tearing up the stairs after him.

It took about thirty more seconds before shrieks were heard. The screeching went from muffled threats of violence, to jagged streams of profanity, to high-pitched cackling, occasionally broken up with screams. Everyone could depend on the stages of Five’s laughter like clockwork.

“It sounds like he’s getting him good.” Klaus went to turn up the volume, but realized Ben was listening closely, a wistful grin on his face.

“It hasn’t changed.”

“You miss it, don’t you?” He gently poked Ben in the side and he squirmed, biting back a smile. They had all been ruthless with him as kids. He was too fun not to. All of the siblings would pile on him or hold him down and tickle him silly until his laughter went silent, only letting out squeaks mixed with hiccups.

“You literally torture me every spare second you have.”

“Liar.” More screeching came from upstairs. Diego must have found that sweet spot on the back of Five’s knees.

“We could go watch. Get some blackmail material.”

“…you want in, don’t you?” Ben refused to meet his eyes, trying to act invested in the Vines again and not the fun going on in the other room.

“Oh, look it’s the ‘Welcome to Chili’s’ guy. If that’s not you, I don’t know what is.”

“Do you want a visitation?” They hadn’t done it much at all since they had gotten back. Getting trust back was hard enough and it was such an awkward time of wordless apologies that even talking about possession again seemed much too soon for the longest time. But when Ben was having one of his down days, a few hours in a tangible, living body seemed like the least Klaus could give. Being able to walk in the rain or visit the farmer’s market or hug his brothers and sisters was such a gift.

“Won’t it be weird to jump in like that?”

“I let you take over at movie night that one time and you picked out- without me, for your information-“ Any claims got caught off by a new surge of hysterics coming from upstairs. Klaus noticed how Ben’s eyes lit up at the sound.

“Just go. Have fun.” He hopped up and got into the proper stance for Ben to take over, giving him a wink. Nine times out of ten, Klaus would be doing the same, eager to finally make some better memories. Ben got up as well, Klaus not having to tell him twice as he took a few steps back to get a running start and threw himself into Klaus’ body.

The body shuddered as Ben took over, and he caught his footing with a lurch. Back inside. Everything came as a shock at first. It did every time, feeling a little like coming out of a dream. The dream was real enough, of course, but not as real as being truly present. Except unlike previous “visitations” where Klaus would let him take over in the garden or on the street, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He felt downright giddy racing up the stairs, following the laughter down the hall and around the corner where Diego had Five pinned to floor of his room, holding him down with one hand and digging into his ribs with the other. The smaller brother cackled and writhed, kicking uselessly as his cheeks grew red.

Ben wished he knew how to announce himself, for all they knew, it was Klaus standing in the doorway in such an awkward, uncharacteristic manner.

“Klaus! Help!” Five gasped out, desperate enough to call for backup, but not yet desperate enough to beg Diego for mercy.

“Oh, I’ll help. But Klaus isn’t home at the moment…” Diego slowed his assault, still firmly holding Five to the floor. His eyes lit up and Ben felt his chest grow warm seeing the excitement clearly written across his face.

“Ben?” He nodded, so happy he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“By all means-“ Diego gestured towards their squirming brother still pinned to the floor. As fun as that sounded, Ben had a promise to keep to Five. He lunged for Diego instead, taking him from his kneeling position to flat on his back.

“You traitor!” Before Ben could launch his attack, Diego grabbed him by the shoulders and reversed their positions. As kids, they were an equal match for each other, down to their deathly ticklish tummies. They could go wrestle for what seemed like hours, arms locked, until they both went for the risky move of attacking the other’s worst spots at the same time and would end up screaming with laughter. Now, not so much. Damn Klaus and his noodle limbs. Ben was now finding himself in the exact same way he had walked in on Five, now the two were staring over him, an especially devious smirk on Diego’s face.

“You think it’s gonna be that easy huh?” Ben was already giggling. He never could pull it together when he knew he had gotten himself backed into a corner. He blamed the anticipation; he hadn’t been tickled in this body yet. Who knew what that would even feel like?

Five, who had been trying to scowl at Diego as he caught his breath, suddenly grinned. “That’s not how Klaus laughs at all.” Even when Ben was reaching his absolute limits, his laugh stayed bubbly and sweet. Klaus cackled like a witch and would wind up hoarse after a tickle fight or a good story. Hearing Ben’s breathless, squeaky laugh coming from Klaus’ voice and body was jarring, but strangely adorable and endearing.

“You’re right. Good lord, it really is you, huh?” Ben tried to answer, but Diego started to squeeze at his sides and he couldn’t even begin to hold his laughter in.

“I think you should prove it again.” Five said, smugness dripping from his voice.

“I-I got youhou out of this mess and-“ He yelped, trying to get his arms out of Diego’s grip so he could cover his face. The feeling was nearly driving him out of his skin. He could feel everything. There was the feeling of being pinned down by hands he couldn’t phase through and the feeling of the carpet beneath him as he squirmed and the awful, awful feeling of Diego skitter his fingertips across the surface of his belly. Klaus had been wearing a crop top when Ben took over and that made everything so much worse.

“So if you laugh like Ben, I bet you’re…sensitive in all the places he is too.” He giggled all the more at the fact Diego still couldn’t say the word, even when he was in the rare place of power for once.

“What’s happening?” Luther appeared in the doorway, no doubt intrigued by the latest battle in Diego and Five’s ongoing saga. Apparently Klaus was involved in things now? Maybe they had settled their differences and picked a mutual foe. Five wasn’t above joining in a one-sided tickle fight, content to poke away at Ben’s ribs.

“Ben’s visiting for a bit and already got himself into trouble.” Diego announced. Luther took it as an invitation to join them, switching places with Diego to properly hold Ben’s arms down so there were four hands on him. .

“Good to see you again.” Ben couldn’t even get a response out, only able to shake his head and squeeze his eyes shut as tears pricked at his eyes. Somehow, his tickle spots had made the journey with him into Klaus’ body, and his brothers exactly remembered just how to attack his ribs and belly.

He was gasping for breath now? When was the last time he had felt breathless? Klaus tickled him all the time and even though he used “I can’t breathe” as a reason for him to stop, it was more because he was reaching his limit that anything else. He couldn’t even pay attention to the ways his siblings were teasing him or how way his laughter was ringing in his ears. He couldn’t begin to get past feeling. There were so many other parts of these interactions he forgot about. Blushing was one because for the first time everyone could see him. The ways his sides were beginning to ache was another. The way it felt to be manhandled in all its playful roughness and to laugh with complete abandon. It was something that felt so alien, but also like coming home.

“Do you remember the claw monster?” Five asked, flexing his fingers and vibrating them into Ben’s ribs.

“He remembers being a squeaky toy, that’s for sure.” Diego added, prodding up and down his sides, just to prove his point. Ben’s laugh was full of little squeals and squeaks; and to everyone’s delight, he hadn’t outgrown it.

“And that spot right around his portal. He screamed so loud that one time.” Luther said, thinking back to when they were younger and would “inspect” the port “just in case” and tickle around and around the edges until he cried laughing.

“If I recall, there was something that used to drive him wild.” Diego said, circling back to Ben’s exposed belly, leaning in close and taking a deep breath before blowing hard.

“NO!”

And it was too much.

He didn’t mean to leave Klaus’ body, but there was something about Diego’s scruff making contact with his stomach that had launched him out of the physical plane.

The others didn’t see Ben leave, but they saw how Klaus’ body shuddered and they all pulled back at once.

“Did…did he just?” Luther asked, biting back his own laughter.

“What-what happened?” Klaus was back in control but still trying to put back the pieces of how he got there. How did he end up on the floor? Why was his heart racing? He felt like he just did 20 sets of sit-ups while holding his breath. When he looked over to Ben for an answer, he refused to say a word, hiding his face in his hands.

“Apparently he’s still just as ticklish as we remember.”

“His soul actually left your body.” Five said, giggling.

“You fucking tickle-exorcised Ben. I don’t believe it.” He tipped his head back and let out a wheeze of laughter. In the corner of his eye, Ben flipped him off, cheeks darkening. Klaus didn’t tell the others, but he was still giggling. He didn’t need a body to feel safe and appreciated, exhausted and content. The visitation had helped, but when Klaus’ hands glowed blue and everyone could see him for a second as he squeaked and hiccupped, all he could see was fondness on his brothers’ faces. They hadn’t forgotten how to make him feel included and happy. Ben hadn’t forgotten he was loved.

#tua tickle fic week

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male-reads · 5 years

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Steve Rogers: Soulmates Suck

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Steve x Male!Reader Summary: Steve finds his soulmate rather enjoys quoting vines - which he doesn’t quite understand. Request: Steve with a Soulmate Tattoo?

You weren’t too sure as to what your soulmate tattoo meant. It was a string of words around what looked like a shield and what looked like train tracks. You didn’t bother to care for it much, knowing it was weird.

But you did wonder what the hell your soulmate’s tattoo looked like.

“What the fuck is up, Kyle?” Spider-Man shouted as he swung by.

“Step the fuck up, Kyle!” you shouted in return. Spider-Man’s mask changed, like he was smiling behind it, and Captain America, who had been standing beside you looked confused.

It had been a bit of a short notice thing. The aliens had decided to attack Philadelphia instead of New York, so it was good to know they were switching things up. But it had been annoying when you woke up to find those bastards flying around terrorising people. Or as much as they could because humans were angry and didn’t enjoy aliens attacking their homes.

Natasha Romanov had found you. It didn’t really surprise you. But it was nice to feel needed, and it looked like they needed the help. There were a lot more aliens than expected. It had all been so quick you hadn’t really had the chance to introduce yourself to the other Avengers.

“There- there isn’t anyone called Kyle here,” Captain America said, but got distracted as the aliens attacked.

“Look at all those chickens,” you said to him, dodging under his arm and shot at one of the uglier aliens.

In the distance, you heard someone shout, “I ain’t got no sleep cos of y’all, y’all ain’t ever gonna sleep cos of me!”

It sounded like Clint had finally started watching vine compilations. But there was someone staring at you. Looking around, you saw Steve looking a little … shocked to say the least. His jaw had slackened and his eyes were wide. He seemed to have forgotten that there was a battle going on around you.

“Hi?”

“OK,” he said.

You held back the smile as the vine played in your head. “Dude?”

Instead of answering, he lifted up the top of his suit, to show stretch marks and stretched text, a sword and your favourite colours. As well as the first words you said to him. Which happened to be a vine. Of all things.

“Least I didn’t shout about you nearly making me drop a croissant,” you said with a slight shrug of your shoulders. You pulled the neck of your suit away a little to reveal the soulmate tattoo. “I think we better talk after the whole alien invasion thing,”

“Sounds like a plan,” Steve said.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve x male reader #captain america #marvel #steve rogers x male reader #x male readers #x male reader #spiderman #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #black widow #peter parker #male readers #male-reads writes

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lywinis · 5 years

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geekycupcake123 replied to your post: Also our fave snake them's full name is Anthony...

This is a extremely good take but I still find the idea of Crowly’s name being Anthony Jathony Crowly really funny so consider: Crowly still debating on what to have for the J one night at a bar. Crowly end up getting extremely drunk and in his inebriated state decides to legally change his name to Anthony Jathony Crowly. He seriously regrets this when sober but, before he can change it Aziraphale gets himself caught be some Nazi’s.

So he tells Aziraphale "It's just a J really" because a) That's what it is to him and b) Crowly would rather take a shot of holy water than admit to Aziraphale that he accidentally changed his name to Anthony Jathony Crowly

I don’t...really like it? At all? But I’m glad you like it, and I’m glad you find it fun, and funny.

I don’t.

I really can’t see Crowley doing something that impulsive while drunk -- even during the ‘we’re fucked, let’s get smashed’ scene, they’re sauced out of their mind on a humanly lethal amount of alcohol and he’s still working on how to pronounce Bouillabaisse.(And is still coherent. He’s still in control of his faculties enough to try and convince Aziraphale to help him sabotage the Antichrist’s upbringing.)

Crowley is incredibly intelligent - he has approximate knowledge of a lot of human infrastructure that most of us even don’t consider in our daily lives. We know he knows enough to fuck with the cell phone service. Not just a single tower, mind you, but a data center, the biggest one that encompasses all of London. He knows more about Earth than any other demon (in the book, Hastur and Ligur speculate that his cellular phone--because Good Omens was published in the nineties, it was a car phone--must have a very long cord).

At the very least he would make a rather competent project manager--ironic considering that this is basically all Heaven DOES in the show.He shows competency in delegating his work, finding people who are willing to be his partners in the church heist, for example.

He knows enough about computers, and I stress this, in the seventies, to hack into the public works mainframes and change around plans just enough so that the M25 resembles a demonic sigil. He knows enough about road works and planning to be able to plot out what points he needs to shift in the middle of the night to facilitate this as well.

All of these things are highly specialized fields.

He’s the one who knows that dolphins are a mammal.

Yes, some things are going to be silly--such as him shouting at his plants, something he learned off talk radio back in the seventies as well. He’s always going to run afoul of his own irritating schemes, Crowley being hoisted by his own petard re: the M25, the cellphone towers--that’s all canonly him not realizing that this shit affects him too. That’s part of who he is; he’s an ineffectual demon.

He’s good at his job, in the overview. As an individual tempter? He sucks. Hastur and Ligur are good at that. Crowley making you say ‘fuck’ because the M25 is backed up again, inciting the sin of wrath in every motorist on the highway? He’s very good at that. (There’s a whole vine compilation that basically sums this up.)

But he’s not stupid, not in the sense that I feel that naming himself ‘Janthony’ would require. For me, it falls into that same scope of the fandom that completely infantilizes Aziraphale, characterizing him as innocent and sweet when he’s the bastard du jour in a lot of their outings, but that’s a whooooole other kettle of, well, fish stew.

Again, to each their own, but this really isn’t hilarious to me, not in the scope of things. You’re welcome to have your own theories, but it isn’t mine.

#geekycupcake123 #you see this in the Marvel fandom too #circa 2012 #Clint Barton in the vents and Thor obsessed with poptarts #*nosebridge pinch*#sometimes fanon is...not good for me

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michael-hearteyes-wheeler · 6 years

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Paranormal Story Time with Allie: The Hell House

Warnings: Uhhh scary

I mentioned a few days a go that I was in Tennessee visiting some family, and while I was there I ended up staying in one of the most haunted houses I have ever lived in. My dad has lived in this house for maybe 7 years now, and every time I go, I come back with new crazy and ridiculously scary stories. This trip was no exception.

So some backstory:

I haven't been to visit in three years because of some family drama. I don't want to get to into it, but let me just say that I blame a lot of what went down on the paranormal activity in this house. I think that spirits or ghosts or whatever you want to call them can have an affect on the people living around them. The best example I can give is that my girlfriend of five years and I never ever fight, like ever. But when we stayed in that house we got into one of our worst fights ever over literally nothing, and it was so bad that I left and just started walking down the street, and as soon as I stepped outside I felt better. The further I got from the house, the more I realized that the fight was over nothing and that it gone blown out of hand for no reason. The only reason this is important is because I want you to get a sense of the energy that this house has. Its negative, chaotic, claustrophobic, and just all around bad.

I also know from past experiences that there is one main spirit that haunts there. To make a long story short, the first night I ever stayed at that house I fell asleep on the couch because there wasn't a bed in what would later become my bedroom. It was probably 3am and I woke up to the sound of my little brother (or at least what I thought was my little brother) running out of his room, down the hallway towards the living room where I was sleeping, and then falling in the hallway and vomiting. I jumped up and ran to turn on the hall light because like... that's my brother and he is obviously sick, and when I do there is no one in the hallway. I look in the bathroom, and there is no one in there either. I think maybe the sound just traveled weird and he is still in his room (despite the sounds of running) but when I go check on him he is still sound asleep in bed. I wake him up and ask if he is okay and he is like ‘wtf do you mean, im sleeping.’ So I forget about it. I have really vivid dreams and so I tell myself it's just that I wasn't fully awake, or whatever, and go back to bed.

The next morning I wake up and tell my stepmom after my dad had left for work and she turns pure white. She asks if i'm joking, or if my dad told me to play a prank on her, and im like ‘ummm no??’ and she tells me that the first night she ever slept at this house she had heard the exact.same.thing. So im freaked out, terrified, and so is she obviously. When my dad gets home from work we both bring it up to him, and he kind of laughs. My dad is pretty much the biggest skeptic in the world but he tells us that the first night he ever stayed in the house, that he also heard the same.fucking.sounds. AND THEN he goes on to tell us that he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him because THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE HOUSE HAD TO SELL IT BECAUSE HIS YOUNG SON BECAME EXTREMELY ILL AND DIED.

It's been about six years since that first night, and I have learned a lot about the paranormal since then, and now I know that what we all experienced is something called residual energy. Where the spirit that is there replays the same traumatic experiences over and over again. Its fucked up and really sad, but that's the truth in this case.

So flash forward to last week (July 3rd, 2018) and im in what I now loving refer to as ‘The Hell House’. Im sleeping on the couch because my old room is now an exercise room. It's been so long that I forgot all about the little ghost boy. And wouldn't you know, at 3am I get woken up by the sounds of someone running down the hallway, falling to the ground, and vomiting. I freeze, completely panicked and torn between 1. Knowing what this thing is and 2. Still worried that this time it might be my little brother for real.

So I get up, really slowly, and I let my eyes adjust to the darkness before I get off of the couch. I can hear soft whimpers and crying coming from the hallway behind me. Im fucking sweating and shaking and I just know that when I look down the hall I am going to see something. But against my better judgement I stand up, turn around, and look down the hallway to see a blurry, shadowed figure on its hands and knees.

As soon as I see it and blink it goes away, because that's how it works (thank god) and I turn on the light. Im so scared and shaken up that I can't go back to sleep, and I sure as hell didn't turn the light off. Instead I started watching vine compilations on my phone to try to calm the fuck down.

Maybe half an hour later I hear a door open deeper in the house and I think ‘oh god, not again’ but this time it is actually my little brother, and comes walking into the living room in his pj’s rubbing his eyes and he goes;

“Did you get sick?”

And I just stare at him for a long time before I say; “No, everything is fine.” Because he is ten and I don't want to freak him out.

And he looks me dead in the eye and goes (and I shit you not) “Did you see the little sick kid?”

And all I can do is nod because I had no idea that he ever heard or saw anything.

And he goes; “Sometimes he wakes me up in the middle of the night and watches me from the corner of the room.”

.........

AND OKAY LIKE I HAVE SEEN A LOT OF SPOOKY SHIT IN MY LIFE TIME, BUT WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HEARING MY LITTLE BROTHER SAY THAT TO ME MADE ME WANT TO PASS OUT, I CAN'T STRESS HOW HONESTLY TERRIFIED I WAS. He is ten, he lives with my dad who doesn't entertain the thought of ghosts for even a second, and this kid, this poor fucking kid, is being kept awake by the dead boy who used to live in his same room. This isn't the first time my brother has been the source of ‘attacks’ from the spirits in this house before either, and this one is honestly probably one of the more tame things that has happened to him.

But I just can't fucking shake the image of that little boy in the hallway, or the thought my brother being kept awake and just seeing him staring from the corner of the room that he fucking died in. It's like out of a goddamn horror movie. My brother and I ended up watching movies until the sun came up and then we both passed out in my dad's room after he went to work.

So that basically wraps up that encounter. That is also only one (1) of the paranormal experiences I had down south because the south is so utterly and deeply haunted. I also have some new ‘hill people’ stories and if you don't know what a hill person is then you are lucky.

On the bright side, my dad is selling the house in August so no more hell house (thank god).

If you want to hear anymore of my stories from this trip, or just any of my other stories in general (I swear I have hundreds) then let me know! I love to share them. And uhhh sleep good tonight.

tagging everyone who liked the original post I made: @reddieloserz @el-themage @the-fandom-queen-28 @caseyk112 @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @dustinhendrsn @peachskata @amazingly---boring

#I honestly think this might be the least scary story from that trip #why is my life so haunted #allie #personal #paranormal #paranormal story #ghost story #real ghost story #not st or it

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skittykittys · 6 years

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second life

in which i try to fix endless summer ending 1 because it hurts and also i KNOW these kids will end up overthrowing rourke somehow, also i love diego. thanks

fandom: endless summer

pairings: pretty gen, varyyn/diego kinda implied

words: 941

completed: probably not

summary: diego and taylor-centric look at Rourke HellWorld, part one of possibly more. diego knows something is off about today, he just doesn’t know what. taylor grapples with their choices. diego watches some RourkeTube.

warnings: just like, a general sense of anxiety and impending doom, and spoilers for es rourke ending

Diego wakes up on the first day of his freshman year feeling like he’s forgotten something very important. This in itself isn’t all that weird, considering his anxiety does this to him about every other day, but something about today just feels… wrong. He often dreams of far-off places and adventures he could be having, but last night’s dream felt different, a jumble of scenes that almost felt like memories. He wakes up slowly, trying to hold on to the last wisps of dream images, barely knowing where he is.

When he checks his RourkeBook feed before heading to class, still groggy, a news article about the Vaanti threat catches his eye. Seeing their blue skin and elaborate masks gives him a jolt, and for a moment his mind forgets they’re real and then somehow feels like they’re the most familiar thing in the world. He skims the article; it’s nothing new, just Emperor Rourke’s clearly made-up bullshit about how dangerous they are. He remembers wanting to be one as a kid, imagining a world before Rourke was born when he could have lived free with them in paradise, but the memory is oddly hazy. He spends his classes in a daze, trying not to panic and just numbing himself instead.

Taylor tries to pretend everything is normal. This is the only way I’m going to get through this, they tell themself, and try not to cry every time they run into another friend who doesn't remember them. It wasn't worth it, they know that instantly, but they can't help feeling happy and relieved at the chance to be human.

Everything they see triggers a new memory. Two girls holding hands, talking and laughing, walk to class ahead of them, and they smile remembering the first time they realized they liked girls, when they came out to their parents as bi and then again as genderfluid. And god, in this timeline they know that about themself, and they have a family who loves them for who they are, and they can remember the first time their mom used the right pronouns and their dad's goodnatured shitty "gender fluid" puns he probably found online.

And then every time they almost forget what they sacrificed for this, they hear another person talking about Emperor Rourke, or an army recruiter with a white binder and a too-bright smile, or look up at the statue of Rourke in the courtyard. He's everywhere, a constant reminder that he's won, he's gotten what he wanted.

Diego has had what feels like the longest day in the world, but meeting Taylor made it feel like things might be looking up for once. He can't explain why, but he knew their name a split second before they said it, and god he sounded like a total dweeb saying he feels like they knew each other in a past life or whatever but that at least sounds a little better than "hey I think you were in my dream last night and also I have this really strong feeling that we've been close before and I just don't remember it"? It doesn't help that whenever he tries to remember where he'd seen them before his migraine gets worse. He's been nursing it all day and at this point he's absolutely ready to pass out at the ungodly hour of 7 pm.

He can't go to sleep just yet, he decides, because it will ruin his sleep schedule and also he's a tiny bit scared to sleep because of the dreams, so he opens his laptop instead and dicks around on RourkeTube. He opens a cat video channel and starts randomly clicking suggested videos and searching up things he remembers, bouncing around from cute animals to one episode of a let's play to podcast animatics to vine compilations. By midnight he's watching something called MAKING A VAANTI IN SPORE and has absolutely turned his brain off by this point except to halfheartedly laugh as the Spore creature becomes increasingly ridiculous looking and the narrator keeps insisting it looks exactly like a Vaanti. He leaves the video running to go brush his teeth and comes back to some news thing autoplaying from the suggested videos. Rolling his eyes, he's about to turn it off when he hears his own name.

"What the fuck," he says out loud, and rewinds the video because clearly it's late and he's hearing things.

He's not hearing things.

He watches the video four times in a row, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. Part of him is convinced that this isn't meant for him and he's reading too far into something that's probably a staged propaganda stunt, but the whole rest of him is screaming "this is the adventure you've been waiting for" and honestly he'd much rather listen to that part. Plus, there's the fact that the more he looks at the chained Vaanti's face, the more he seems familiar--not in a "I've seen this man on the news" way, more of like, "this is the man of my dreams and I think I mean that literally" way. It's the same feeling he got when he saw Taylor earlier. And god it would make so much sense if he really were forgetting something like the man said, some past that involved him and Taylor and Diego together.

He wouldn't put it past Rourke to have brainwashed him somehow. After all, he's done it to the whole rest of the world.

He bookmarks the video and takes a little too much Tylenol PM. He's gonna need to talk to Taylor.

#endless summer #choices stories you play #pixelberry #diego ortiz soto #es mc #my fic #HELLO GUESS WHOS WRITING AGAIN

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curvesandtigerstripes · 6 years

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Year End Reflections (No, I'm not dead)

This year... hasn't been an easy one.

At the beginning of this year, I found out that my body wasn't working right. It was a relief, because I had felt for a while that things weren't right, but it was also scary, and upsetting, and overwhelming. Fast forward to the end of the year, and while some things have gotten better, we still don't have my Graves Disease under control. According to my doctor, if upping my medication for the third time doesn't help, we may have to look into killing my thyroid altogether with radioactive iodine, making me hypo for the rest of my life. I've known this was a possibility from the moment I was diagnosed, but I had been hoping that if it came to that, it would be my choice, not something I'd be forced to do.

I haven't tried to stay healthy in all this, even thoough with my health on the line, it would totally make sense to. I've been stressed, I've reverted to old habits, and consequently I've gained... much more weight than I would have preferred. I'm not where I started, but I've gained back at least half of what I've lost. And part of me hates myself for it, but another part of me is just trying to remind myself that I need to love and forgive myself, because that's the first step to being genuinely happy with myself again.

So, this year has been... a bit of a dumpster fire. Yes, there have been good things - I got to go to JAPAN, for god's sake, and that was fucking amazing - but it feels like everything outside of that has been a bit of a wash. But I'm ready to make a change. I'm ready to start over, so to speak. I'm ready to love myself again. And if I'm honest, I'm not sure if that means I'm ready to be back on here 110%, because I know it's gonna be hard, and I know I'm gonna slip up, and I have a really hard time feeling guilty when I do, like I'm letting people down. But I will try to check in, I will try to be more present.

I will learn to love myself again. That is my goal for 2018.

I'd also like to connect with people on here again, because while I myself haven't been super active, I log in multiple times every day and read so many stories y'all share, and I'm rooting for you, even when I don't say anything at all. So for that reason, I'd like to give a few shoutouts to the people I've been following, who have inspired me, who I've been silently cheering for. I hope y'all see this; if you don't, it's not a big deal, but I do hope you know how much you mean to me (and I'm sure to a lot of other people in this community).

@fatmaninalittlesuit - Dude, I don't even know what to say. I've followed you for years and you have always been such an inspiration, but this year you have absolutely killed it. You've worked so hard, and it's paid off tremendous dividends. I saw your ten selfies of 2017 post today and literally said out loud, "Holy shit, John, you don't even look like the same person - you look awesome!!" You look happy, you look strong, and you always have kind words of encouragement to share with us. Thank you for all you do in this community, and may your 2018 be rad as fuck.

@curvymommy70 - You have been so sweet to me. It seems like every time I've made a post complaining for crying about my circumstances, you've always been there to pat me on the back and reassure me things would be okay. You have been a rock for me in this community throughout the year, and I don't feel like I've done enough to convey how much I appreciate you. Thank you so much for everything, and I cannot wait to see what 2018 brings you (I hope it's only good things). :)

@plussizeadventure - I haven't really said two words to you, but I followed you earlier this year and I'm so glad I did. I know 2017 has been shitty for you too, but I can't tell you how much I love seeing your smiling face on my dash. You are funny, and smart, and determined as hell, and I find myself cheering you on in the face of your challenges, whether it's shitty advisors or cancer. The fact that you can still smile at the end of the day puts things in perspective for me, and if you can find things to smile about, then I sure as hell can too. Thank you for being brave and sharing your story with us - I know I don't always talk often, but I am always rooting for you!!

@mystoryfortheaudienceoftheworld - Another person who I only just started following this year, and now I look back and ask why??? You are such a delight, I love seeing your smile, your passion for life, even when things are rough, and your dancing gifs and videos make me wanna get up and shake it too! You are Hayden are PRECIOUS together, and I am so happy for the next phase of life you two get to embark on. I love seeing you on my dash. Also - and I hope this isn't too weird - you're only about four-ish hours away from me and I wanna be like, let's get brunch sometime! I feel like that would be an awesome meal. :)

@sweetiefiend - I know we haven't chatted in a hot minute, and I'm not in the GG fandom like I used to be, but I just love seeing you on my dash. You are gorgeous and kind and encouraging, and it seems like you've always reached out to me when I needed it the most. Thank you for that, and I hope 2018 is fucking awesome for you.

@sahraylia - My wifey until I die~~ You are always there for me, you are encouraging, kind, loving, patient, and you're not afraid to call me out when I need it - all of which I love you for so, so much. I hope I can be as supportive to you as you've always been for me. You always encourage me to be myself, especially when I need the reminder, and I can never express to you how much that means to me. I love you so, so much, and I hope 2018 is better than your 2017 was. <3

@dysfunctionalkitsune - I'm gonna see you tonight, it's probably inane to but this here, but girl. I am so grateful for you in my life. I never would have guessed all those years ago when we met in middle school that we'd be as close as we are now, but I am so glad we are. You are the fire that keeps me going, keeps me pursuing my dreams, even when I fall off the wagon multiple times per week. You helped us get to Japan this year, you always take me on fun adventures, your thirst for excitement and life is contagious and I'm so glad I know you for it. Having you as a friend means life is never boring, and I love that. I love you so much, and I can't wait to see where our next adventure takes us!

@starfieldeyes - I don't even know what to say to you, because words seem meaningless. You have been there for me in my worst times, when I sobbed on the phone, when I felt like everything was lost. You've been there to lift me up, wipe my tears, and sometimes slap me in the face and tell me to get over myself - all from hundreds of miles away. You always seem to know what I need when I need it, and I literally cannot express how much I love you & how lucky I am to have you in my life. The college we met at was not a good match for either of us, but I will always be grateful that I met you (and Brittany) there, and I wouldn't change a thing about going there if it means I get to have you both in my life. Thank you. I love you.

@mynameisbirdie - I feel like putting a shoutout here is silly, because you're my sister and all, but I don't know if I tell you enough how much you mean to me. You have become one of my very best friends, and I'm so happy that we are as close as we are. I'm so grateful that I can literally tell you anything and I know you won't judge me. I love that we share our interests with each other and drag each other down into our respective fandoms, I love that we laugh over rip vine compilations and quote John Mulaney to each other, I love everything about us and our relationship. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you so much.

I know there are people that I'm missing, but this has gone on too long already, lol. Here's hoping for a better 2018 than 2017 - for myself, for all my followers, and to whoever might be reading this right now. Let's make 2018 our bitch.

#personal update #irl things #year end reflections #fatmaninalittlesuit #mystoryfortheaudienceoftheworld #plussizeadventure #curvymommy70 #sweetiefiend #dysfunctionalkitsune #sahraylia #starfieldeyes #mynameisbirdie #fitblr #self love

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mrazfellandco · 5 years

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wow yes that’s totally it because as a kid i didn’t really grasp how much money people spent on gifts and now that i’m older i do, so i’m just more appreciative of it, you definitely hit the nail on the head with that. honestly same, if someone isn’t really talking i’m totally fine just sitting there in silence but i also understand some people think silences are awkward but definitely not be, lol. (1/?) -- SS

dude the fact that it’s almost 2019 literally has me going WHATTHEFUCKISHAPPENING over and over because i swear to god 2010 was like a year and a half ago but nooooooope. aw yeah the grinch, i’ve seen it i think once or twice? but now that there’s so many memes about it i don’t know if i could rewatch it without absolutely losing it because it’s a meme haha. also no don’t feel left out, i’ve never seen love actually either, so you’re not alone! (2/?) - SS

honestly i’m super weird like i don’t really watch christmas movies…if anything i watch christmas vine compilations lmfao. anyway, i meant to ask: is your url harry potter? i’ll feel really dumb if it isn’t kdfjhdfk. (end) —SS

yeah i think that’s exactly why i don’t ask for so much. that at the fact that i know i can buy stuff for myself now? like i have a job and i earn enough to live and have a little bit left over so i feel bad asking for stuff that i know i’m perfectly capable of buying myself if i really wanted it. but i do know it’s nice and fulfilling or whatever to give presents so it’s nice to receive presents for that aspect too. like i am SO DAMN EXCITED to give my mum her christmas present this year bc i know she’s gonna love it and i can’t wait to see her reaction asdahfsdl

i think sometimes i forget that some people don’t like silences bc i’m just so comfortable in them. like if i don’t know a person that well (and they don’t know that i have no problem with silences) i sometimes get kinda weird looks from them before i realise that they want a conversation or something oops. oh well, i’m trying to work on that

honestly i swear it was like a year ago that i was starting secondary school (11 years old) and now i’m in my first year of uni? how did that happen. why is it 2019 almost. like my brother is 11 now and i swear he’s still 6 and i’m still 13 how did that happen. it’s crazy.

i know what you mean about the memes. so many films/shows have been ruined for me (well not ruined, but not what i am expecting) because of memes. it’s crazy. i won’t stop loving them though ashdaklgds. and i honestly don’t think that i will watch love actually this year. like there is so much hype around it i am going to expect so much from it that i feel like i’m probably going to be disappointed. i’m honestly not that bothered about it, romance films are not my thing anyway.

yes my url is harry potter! idk how much you know about hp but louis weasley is the youngest child of bill weasley and fleur delacour asdkajfdskl. although i absolutely adore marvel and i blog about it quite a lot, harry potter is what brought me to tumblr and is probably the majority of what i blog about so i felt kinda weird not having a hp url. i did contemplate switching to a marvel url at one point but i couldn’t do it. but it’s weird because although it means so much to me and it’s been such a huge part of my life for so long i am definitely not as attached to it as i used to be, and the fandom is kind of more in the back of my mind more than it used to be. like i watch/read a lot of other stuff that are (at least currently) more important to me now. but i still love the hp universe and my love for it is never going to go away but it’s just not as prominent anymore.

do you have any other major fandoms?

#mcu secret santa #nonnie #asks

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