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#screeming in horror
opossum-disaster · 4 months
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Minecraft skulk is so fucked up as a concept. It spreads by consuming dead creatures, meaning it is some sort of corpse-goop that also spreads onto natural matter like dirt and stone. Just imagine how nasty it feels to even be close to it, how it smells of immence amount of death that happened over literal ages... You step into it and feel restless souls creeping up your spine, as they whisper to you to be quiet, to grant them this peace in silence.
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joskippy · 23 days
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I hope the amount of research I have to do for c:u! shows because it’s the most frustrating aspect of this project LOL
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lettherebemonsters · 1 year
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send nightmare "I love you you love me - springtrap on loop
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( * insert unholy clown screaming here*)
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katsigian · 6 months
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𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲?
I had the link to this quiz saved in my server, and I cannae remember where I found it. But it's fun and I really liked it, so I thought maybe others would want to do it too <3 While my OCs I picked for this are from cp77, you can pick any OCs from any setting. And, there's no pressure to share if you'd rather not. And and, if you'd rather not be tagged, let me know! Find the quiz here
@rindemption @noirapocalypto @spicyraeman @wilxfyre @kharonion @alphanight-vp @dekarios @quickhacked @swanfey @opaleyedprince @humberg @westealtoys @hibernationsuit @elvenbeard @aelyosos @lavinet @molochka-koshka @envergothash @feykiller @reapersynth @balverine2077 @thedeadthree @baldurians @wistereia @cyberpunkaddict @seluned @vanoefucks @mercymaker @togepies @florbelles @devilbrakers @hazellblogs @peaches-n-screem @djfatchip @cetra @leota-nexus @edictofbane @strafethesesinners @shellibisshe @thefrostyshepard @ronqueesha
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 // "there's something inside a werewolf that's sharp, thorns and barbs coiling up in tight knots of vine even on their best days. halfway through a conversation, you'll forget your happiness and the pain comes back in a flash. you never meant to, but the sharpness has done harm on your behalf. it's defensive. it's leftover artillery from a battle you spent so long fighting that it still doesn't feel like it's truly over, does it? you want so badly to be soft. to take the hand that you are offered instead of baring your teeth. and it might be hard to believe, but you are soft. you're the softest one out there. it'll just take a while to untangle those vines enough to know that very little is often life-or-death, and not everything touches to hurt."
Okay, tear him open then. This fits Valen a little too well; softness is something he was never allowed, mostly because it was wrung out of him at a young age. Softness meant inevitable pain and he very quickly learned that defensive hostility was the better option. Aggression keeps him safe, keeps him warm. Eventually, he does finally let his shoulders drop and his jaw un-tense, but it takes some time and a pair of very gentle hands to convince him to.
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 // "it's an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet trapped, tethered, unable to escape. there's more you have to do! so why can't you move? i'm sure you have an answer to that, at the very least in the back of your mind. people love to say that ghosts hold grudges or haunt for revenge but they always get it wrong; you're stuck because something or someone chained you down and left you there. you try and reach out to all those bright people who pass through your life, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me- they see it. they're listening. they'll keep looking for you and, eventually, they'll be able to see you too."
Oh, they're supposed to go for the throat, I see. Vesper has always had to live under the shadow of his father, always been struggling to be his own person. But he can't fight genetics and his dad appears no matter how hard Vesper tries to be someone else. He's similar to a ghost - trapped in one place, wishing someone would finally truly see that he's himself and not his dad and that they would want him regardless.
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𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 // "oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you."
Gemini, you are so screwed up. He's new in Night City and one of the newer members of Archangel (a syndicate in my worldbuilding), but that's because he burnt his past life to the ground so resolutely that he doesn't really remember who he was. Gemini killed himself in a sense and has been trying to rebuild for so long that he ends up just picking up parts from other people that he likes. What he really wants is someone to tell him they love him even though he's unfinished and they know his heart is true.
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jewishdainix · 11 months
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YOU WERE RAISED BY WOLVES AND VOUCES EVERY NIGHT I HEAR THEM HOWLI G DEEP BENEATH YOUR BAID THEY SAID IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS YOURE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SLIENT WATCHING STONES WATCH THE STARS HURL WONDERMENT ENWONDERMENTS YOU AND YOURS FOREVER ASKING MORE YOU ARE THE SPACES INBTWEEN EVERY PAGE EVERY CORNER EVERY SCREEN YOU ARE THE DRIFTWORD AND THE RIFT AND THE WORDS TAHT I PROMISE I DONT MEAN WERE DRUNK BUT DRINKING SUNK BUT SINKING THEY THOUGHT US BLIND WE WERE JUST BLINKING AND ALL THE STONES AND KINGS OF OLD WILL HEAR US SCREEMING AT THE COLD
Remember me I ask
Remember me I sing
GIVE ME BACK MY HEART YOU WINGLESS THINK OF ALL THE HORRORS THAT I PROMISED YOU ID BRING PROMISED YOU THEYLL SING OF EVERY TIME YOY PASSED YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR AND CALLED ME CHILD WITNESS ME OLD MAN I AM THE WILLLLLLLLLD
YOU WERE THE SON OF EVERY DRESSING UP BOX AND IVE BEEN TIME ITSELF I SLOWED AND LET YOU PLAY ID STEAL THE HOURS AND TUEN THE NIGHTS INTO DAYS BY DAY O LORD THREE THINGS I PRAY THAT I MIGHT UNDERSTAND AS BEST I CAN HOW BOLD I WAS CAN BE WILL BE STILL AM BY GOD STILL AM FRET NOT DEAR HEART LET NOT THEM HEAR THE MUTTERINGS OF ALL YOUR FEARS THE FLUTTERINGS OF ALL YOUR WINGS WELCOME TO THE STOOOOOOOOOORM
I AM THUNDER
WELCOME
TO
MY
TAAAAAABLE BRING YOUR HUNGER
THINK OF ALL THE HORROS THAT I PROMISED ID BRING PROMISED THEYLL SING OF EVERY TIME YOU PASSED YPUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR AND CALLED CHILD WITNESS ME OLD MAN I AM THE WILD
REMEBER ME
REMEBERME
REMEBER ME AHOOOOOOH O
REMEMBER MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
remeber me I ask
Remebwr me I sing
THINK OF ALL THE HORRORS THAT I PROMISED ID BRING ID PROMISED YOU
THEYLL SING OF EVERY TIME.
YOU PASSED
YOUR FINGERS
THROUGH MY HAIR AND CALLES ME CHILD
WITNESS ME OLD MAN
OLD MAN
OLD MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN I AM THE
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year
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Oswald: You betrayed me!!! So as your final words I want to know why??? What was that Bruce Wayne had to offer that I didn't?
Jonathan: *sound unimpressed* You need to learn some calming tecniques, Mr. Coobleppt. The mind has a strong power over the body and stress can kill someone, specially someone with your age and occupation.
Oswald: STOP BEING STRESSED? STOP BEING STRESSED WAK WAK! DENT WAS MINE! YOU STOLED HIM FROM ME.
Jonathan: Between you and Bruce Wayne I should have noticed sooner Dent's inclination to join man who have an unhealthy obcession with him. It adds another layer for how easy it was to turn him into an obedient puppy. But I'll answer your inquiry, Mr. Cooblebot, Wayne had The Second Skin.
Oswald: He had a what now?
Jonathan: The Second Skin? *Oswald looks puzzled* Basil Karlo legendary last movie?
Oswald: *even agrier* YOU SOLD ME FOR A MOVIE??? With what I was paying you could've made your own movie!!!
Jonathan: I understand you don't have the finese to recognize the artistical importance of The Second Skin. There's only a single copy avaliable all the others were destroyed and the movie was never fully saw. It's said that on it's first and only exibihition all the executives watching put their own eyes out. It's a horror masterpiece.
Oswald: All I'm hearing is that you though a movie was worth more than the benefits of being loyal to The Penguin and for that you'll pay, Crane. Unfortunally my partnership with our friends from Santa Prisca won't help here as they are too occupied with bringing me both Joker's and Batman's heads right now but I found just the right monster to destroy you. He is new on the industry but weird creepy monster is an ever growing market here. CLAYFACE!
Basil Karlo: THE MONSTER IN YOUR NIGHTMARES CAME FOR YOU FROM THE BELLY OF THE NIGHT AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO MEET YOUR DOOM!
Oswlad: We already talked about your antics.
Basil: But the artistic presentation is fundamental preparation for a good murder. Don't the victims deserve to feel the drama and horror before the final touch?
Oswald: *rolls his eyes* This type of non-sense talk reminds me of that Scarecrow fella who is still to respond to my generous offer about being only a manufaturer and paying me to act as distribuctor of his drugs.
Jonathan: Maybe he didn't respond because that's a shitty deal that ignores completly why he is on the trafic bussisness to begin with.
Oswald: Oh what do you know? Anyway I have things to do, Karlo, kill him.
Jonathan: *re hinding his secret fear toxin spray, pupils dilated in pleasant shock* You said Karlo? As in Basil Karlo? I did though this creature sounded a lot like him and the speech was from Dread Casttle... Are you also a fan?
Basil: A fan? I AM Basil Karlo. I merely evolved to being the perfect monster outside the screem as well.
Jonathan: Oh that's wonderfull! *genuinally confused for once in his life* But may I ask: why work for Penguin? You must have a fan cult to rivalize Joker's!
Basil: *sadly* That's not the case yet. But I'm new. For sure with time Gotham will recognize my superior talent.
Jonathan: As they should. Your movies changed my life! To observe the impact they had on people, the fear they inspired, it made me realize who I wanted to be!
Penguin: I should not be letting this go, I did pay for a long brutal murder and that's not it. But still I need to ask: you became a psychiatrist because of horror movies?
Jonathan: ... Sure. Let's go with that. Anyhow, can I have a final wish, Mr. Cooblebot?
Penguin: You can ask, but don't expect me to accept it wak wak.
Jonathan: Would you not take from Karlos pay if he first gave me an autograph? Nothing would make me happier.
Basil: *before Penguin could open his mind* Absolutly. Anything for such a dedicated fan.
Jonathan: *who may be planning to fear toxin everyone but also DOES have the biggest celebrity crush ever on Karlo and truly is his biggest fan* *squeaks happily* *does a tiny hroo hraa*
Basil: *who really likes still having fans and is less and less wanting to violently kill the first person who apreaciated him in ages* *also who keeps a pen on him waiting for this particular moment and was starting to doubt it would happen* Where do you want it?
Jonathan: *frantically looking into his pockets for some piece of papper* Shit, shit, I let my notepad with Wayne so he could read Dent's entreances.
Basil: Don't worry *takes a papper from a blank piece on Oswald's accounts book that's on the tabble, at this point Oswald is regreesting everything* For my biggest fan?
Jonathan: *almost jumping with excitmenet* Doctor Jonathan Crane!
Basil: I hope the fear I inspired stays with you forever. Here it goes.
Jonathan: *taking the papper in pure joy* Thank you!
Basil: Look, Cooblepot, I can't kill him.
Oswald: What because the FAMOUS PSYCHIATRIST is using the most basic manipulation tecnique? I bet he doesn't even know your movies.
Jonathan: Seriusly? We are literally here because I sold you out for one of his movies. Also I wouldn't go so low as to pretend to be a fan, is too easy, too boring. It tells me nothing about my target... patient... I didn't knew yet.
Basil: He does seems honest.
Oswald: No he doesn't. He isn't really your fan. But I? I'm proving it. I'm helping you recover your fame ain't I?
Jonathan: I'm sure Scarecrow would do the same except he would actually care about the art and not see it as a way to trick someone he only sees as a weapon and not an artist.
Oswald and Basil look confused at him.
Jonathan: What? He does little references to Karlo movies all the time, I bet he would adore a new movie to torment his subjects with.
Oswald: *raises and eyebrown*
Jonathan: In my professional opinion of course. : )
Oswald: Do you do this psychiatric party tricks with all of us, Mr. Crane?
Jonathan: I wound't call my doctorate on psychiatry wich by itself needs an M.D and my minor in psychology party tricks, but yes. Gotham criminals just as it's crime fighters are fascinating. It would be a waste not to try to understand their minds at least a little bit. You for once is completly obcessed with control likely from extreme bullying paired with high expectations that created an extreme fear of failure and a low notion of self that materialize in a quasi compulsive need to have the control you never before had so you can force the connections, love and adoration you long for Is sad if not pathetically clichê. Also your real laugh is normal you just thinks "wak wak" fits nicely with your presentation *Oswald opens his mouth* and now you will insist I'm wrong because you refuse to admit that as much as you loathe your nickname you do identify with it... Penguin. Again boringly clichê. Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do. *gets out as if Oswald doesn't have a gun and a Claymonster and a lot of determination to kill him* It was an absolute honor Mr. Karlo and I'll treasure your autograph with my life and while I'm not in any position of giving you life changing advice right now, I'm certain that Scarecrow would be extemely happy working with you and treat you waaay better than Penguin. *waves to a short circuting fumming Oswald cause he is extra*
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hopefulphotos · 6 months
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let it be known that i did not break freely I tought with all my might kicking and screaming all the while teeth that bite deeply leaving marks  against the skin of the attacker sound of fighting . skin againts skin horror filling the air screems of helplesnes and despair Oh god how could this happen how did it all went out in flames that burnt the hopes and promises of old. flames that you let loose burning anything to the ground everything We worked so hard for all burnt down. so When theres nothing left remember that you did it you are the one who  broke me first so when the fight is over and the dust settle On the ruins of our life remember that i was  young once and  full hope
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solarpotato · 7 months
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Let it be known that I did not break freely.
I tought with all my might, kicking and screaming all the while.
Teeth that bite deeply leaving marks against the skin of the attacker, Sound of fighting of skin againts skin.
horror filling the air with the screems of helplesnes and despair.
Oh god how could this have happend, how did it all went out in flames that burnt the hopes and promises of old. flames that you let loose burning anything to the ground everything We worked so hard for all burnt down. so When theres nothing left remember that you did it you are the one who broke me first so when the fight is over and the dust settle On the ruins of our life remember that i was young once and full hope.
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As the rain pours you lay there in bed of darkness surrounds you as you lay there with your thoughts. As you stare in bed of darkness you stop to look out the window. Just to see rain as a reflection of yourself as the rain falls.
As you stare into the abyss of darkness it just as horrid as yourself self pity and hatred. When as you were about to close your
tired sleepy eye's You hear a noise comeing right out side your window.As is screem and criys. The scary nose
sends chills down your spine,fills fear in soul. But still you get this weird sudden urge to look were it is comeing from but like all the other horror book and movies you should not look or investigate that creepy noise so you dismiss it.
Hours upon hours the noise will not leave.You haved tried to sleep but that noise is preventing you from sleeping.You can’t put up with this any further.So you grab a small sharp object off your nightstand. And slowly start waking to the same window were the noise is comeing from.You carefully open the window with the sharp object in hand.You slowly stick your head out, but to only to see a pack of bloody playing cards. Filthy you said out loud as you close your window and go back in side to go to sleep.You fell straight to sleep. This is were your story begins you hear as soon you fall in a very deep sleep.
next day you go dawn stars in to the and pretend nothing happened for that previously. You get to the kichin to get something to eat. You can’t find any thing.”Just forget it.”you sead.You go to your office.And start working.hm..you thot as you look at the clock.You realized it been 5 hours of you writing on your pc.You clock off for the day.As you get up from you desk top. You hear that same
noise from last night…
chapter 2
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ursbearhug · 5 months
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THAT ONE MOTHERFUCKING TIME I *DON'T* NEED TO GO INTO THE OFFICE NUMBER 7 THERE IS NO MOTHERFUCKING QUEUE TO IT! Are you FUCKING kidding me?
Also I want to somehow ramble about that stupid clown class we have, for some godsforsaken reason, on classical studies of all places; social campaigns.
To pass the class we have to prepare an entire campaign, down to a t, with all the stupid ass details, like cost, where, when, what form et cetera. So in the fit of rage, since this class is blatant and outrageous waste of my time and braincells, I made almost finished plan (without the cringe details, because literally nobody gives a shit) about teaching boys how to sew. This alluding to this one tweet where a guy jokes about girls learning how to do make up rather than cook - since he can't or won't eat foundation - and getting clapped by a girlie wishing death upon mankind when they die out of starvation because they refuse to use their own two hands to prepare their own meal. Though the focus was on boys mainly, I wouldn't turn down other interested. As this thing is also a group project that part of it has been lost in the translation.
I personally think her social justice warrior brain would overheat, combust and explode if I as much as suggest that men are fucking stupid and treated like children, no matter their age, status or occupation; and should not be spoonfed and treated extra nicely till the heat death of the universe. Sitting through most if not all of her lectures truly feels like Virtue Signaling up to whazoo. I don't know. I don't feel the need to brag about how good of a person I am if it brings nothing to the conversation. I fail to see these as example either, since example is meant to show correlation or similarity between situations.
But she also called this project 'repetetive' because somebody else in other group had similar one. Okay, and? Ever heard about panantropolic ideas? And even if, I was on this turf first because these kids are 18. So if somebody's supposed to adapt to others, then it's not going to be me. I will be cringe boomer in this case. And also also literally who the fuck cares? I'm trying to pass this class in as little effort and as quickly as humanly possible. Miss me with your originality complex, I'm classical student, I've never heard of it. Take your cringe ass romantic (the period, not the quality) ideas out of my face, you fucking cringe normie.
Cringe ass subject for cringe people. You can't change my mind.
One hour update;
You'd think, or at least assume, that with how 'progressive' today's society is, talking to children wouldn't be such a forgein concept and "ugh so 2016". But it seems like talking to children is still as unattainable and unfathomable as it used to. Maybe instead of forcing your child off of the door frame and have them screem their lungs off in horror, sit down with them and talk about their feelings and fears. Hospital can be scary but doesn't have to be. Talk with them about the procedure. A lot of our fears are really blown out by unknowable and inexperience. For instance; needles don't hurt nearly as much as people make it out to hurt, but that doesn't make them painless either. Yes doing certain thing hurts or is really uncomfortable, but it can get worse untreated. Children are really smart and they can understand human speech, so maybe utilize it and talk with your kids about whatever and everything. Hospital visit really doesn't have to be nightmare fuel.
I don't know the time update:
I think more people, who are not cis men, could use some of the delusion and audacity of most generic white man. "Oh nobody would date me". Believe im yourself sweetcakes. There are like at least 10 alpha males for every shy beans like you, that never have and never will satisfy a woman, let alone be able to form normal, healthy and flourishing relationship with anybody. And also remember that endgame is either; crush your enemies, watch them tremble and hear the lamentations of their widows or having a family. It's pretty much the same.
I have finished my healing process. With the stamp and all. I guess I just have to learn to live with the massive scar it has left.
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theart2rock · 6 months
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Lordi
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THE LORDI HORROR PICTOUR SHOW Hallelujah! Mit dem schaurig schönen Album „Screem Writers Guild“ haben sich unsere Lieblings-Metal-Monster Lordi 2023 lautstark in der Szene und den Charts zurückgemeldet. Die eingängigen neuen Mitsing-Nummern werden im Wechsel mit den wohlbekannten Horror-Hymnen im Rahmen der „Unliving Pictour Show 2024“ am 25. April bei uns im Z7 live präsentiert. Quelle: Z7 Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel
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opossum-disaster · 2 months
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I want to care, I want to cry with you, I want to help... But human brain wasn't made to process so much every day... I do not have so much compassion to care about every tragedy and keep myself alive and active irl at the same time. I am not uncaring. I understand your pain.
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adrian-1980 · 1 year
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The definition of bbq alone only by manually invent a diferent fire startiting fluid without any helping extra hands and try to multi-tasking by making myself playing hard to get, from the last dacade. Logic dictates that i should at least get a pity hand in exchange for my skills on moving furniture. What the f..k is Durex even manufacturing any type of self support preventing the injuries from the activities while mastering's in-depth knowledge to savant level of understanding and achieving lavattaing from all the rubbing hands with the yoga shaken hand with kamasutra and thus wirting 20 more f...kg volumes of uniquely undone positions that can keep a man from changing teams.
Ohhh boooyyy, iths a tragicomedia horror Former CEO Dick Fuld nuclear big bang bangg handy wipe situation's while the kitchen burned-out in 🔥 of blazing BBQs while screeming for a handy guide to dick-medecine human seving life heroic and patriotic Dick preserving for needy.
Yeahh Ron Jerremy is an amateur compared with MY knowledge of DIY. ....
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god-trauma · 1 year
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life is just a series of cages. you walk from one to another all your life and some of the cages are soft and nice and you want to stay forever and some cages are so horrific you spend all your time frantically to escape with hope the next one won't be so bad. it probably is. the nice ones decay to horrors before long and you have to aply for a new cage. no guarantees there either. the wind brings screeming horror of those lost outside the cages. you will never be free. come to terms with it or fucking die.
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slasherhoard · 2 years
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MORE INFO 🔪
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-> Dan(ny) / Doom(ie)
-> He / Gore / Fuck + She ( friends only )
-> Dead by Daylight introject ( semi ID with source )
-> source calls & sourcemates welcome
-> subsystem host & social alter
-> [headmate masterlist] (wip)
-> horror / gore collector
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INTRESTS 🔪
Games ##
-> Cry of Fear
-> Dead by Daylight
-> Doom
-> Genshin Impact (playing)
-> Portal
-> Silent Hill
-> Stardew Valley (playing)
-> Resident Evil
Music ##
-> Againt Me!
-> Deftones
-> Korn
-> Nine Inch Nails
-> Pretty Sick
-> Rammstein
-> Rob Zombie
-> Slipknot
-> System Of A Down
-> The Offspring
Film ##
-> American Psycho
-> Bride of Chucky
-> Carrie
-> Evil Dead
-> Friday the 13th
-> Halloween
-> House of 1000 Corpses
-> Jennifer's Body
-> Saw
-> Screem
-> Silence of the Lambs
[Back to pinned]
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lostgoonie1980 · 3 years
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191. O Massacre da Serra Elétrica (The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, 1974), dir. Tobe Hooper
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