#so your job is a nightmare

[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

#projecting my major on Vash because them mfs who have changed from the med field majors to that one have some tragic things to tell #and also because I think that Vash would be such a wonderful designer I don’t know why it’s a gut feeling #Nai the law major because of course he would have you seen the guy #he would be a personal injury lawyer because lore #fun fact Nai rested for a semester after the incident with Vash while Vash took two.He never told Nai he would be changing majors #so it was a big big shock for him. they fought again but yk I’ll explain more on that if anyone is interested #as to Kni and WW I thought it’d be funny if they shared a common subject that required a lot of team assignments #and they can NEVER work out together. being an absolute nightmare to the rest of their group #separately they are great to work with. even if Kni can come off as too bossy sometimes he is actually a great leader #and WW would always deliver things on time exactly as it was asked from him #but Kni and WW just never really matched. Kni was too rude at times when WW made a mistake and WW would always clock him if he passed a line #like insulting his reasons for wanting to study security #one day Kni tells him at the beginning of a new semester where they both have unfortunately landed on a shared subject again #“you are not suited for that sort of job Wolfwood. you should simply give up and why don’t you go play role model to your little kids’’ #then WW beats him again and then is like hey yk what you’re kinda right. and changed majors and he feels so much more at home studying #education/teaching than security. he fucking hates some things but the end goal makes it worthy #Trigun Uni! AU #because I don’t know how differently a college and a uni work #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #vashwood #trigun fanart #wolfwood #vash #Nai saverem #millions knives #lenssi draws #pen!

[softichill]

The Sounds of Nightmares unofficial transcript

Chapter 3 - The Theater of the Mind

(Once again made with @queen0fm0nsterz!!!)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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[Click]

[Otto sighs, shifting]

OTTO: Noone vanished last night. 

[Another sigh]

OTTO: As she slept, I was monitoring her ultradian sleep cycle. There was no REM/NREM oscillation; instead, involuntary spasms grew progressively worse. [shift] As I was about to wake Noone, her… body… evanesced. For a split instant- then returned, calm as can be. 

OTTO: [deep breath, loud exhale] Lacking sleep, I can’t be sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Yet the image of her sheets deflating… is imprinted upon my mind. [Sigh] After yesterday’s session, no less, when she claimed to hear this:

[Click, tape plays]

Recording of NOONE: “The faraway drifts near. Tread long, then, sink deep. Two flows from one, and here, is whole again.”

[Click, tape stops]

OTTO: A coincidence? [light clinking of ceramic/glass] Or, synchronicity? …(Scoff) Is that that bloody moth again?! 

[Loud smack, Otto sits back down] 

OTTO: Riddle piles upon riddle, and answers continue to elude. [Tape rewinding] I’ll sift through every word if I must. 

[Intro plays]

[Click]

[Loud clicking and clacking, electric humming, Otto screwing something in]

OTTO: [Humming drops, returns] It’s clear. Noone’s symptoms go beyond parasomnias. [Continuing to build] Her retellings are too detailed, vocabulary too advanced, as if derived from the oneiric itself. 

[Humming raises in pitch, clicking] 

OTTO: However, what I find impossible to believe is that Noone’s seen who you saw, Cici. [Chair creaks, clattering] If two people, without any contact, shared the exact same observation, is it proof of transpersonal dreaming?

[Otto’s building continues]

OTTO: But such implies concurrence! And these dreams are years apart! Then… no. [buzzing picks up] I cannot be taken to metaphysical backwaters. Sounding like my old professor. [building] I’ve remained balanced over the years by clinging to the notion that my recollection of what happened years ago was wrong. [click, humming gets loud again] But now, those memories are coming home to roost. 

[Clicks, electronic humming, building stops]

OTTO: [Shift] Before I began at the CPI I promised to finish this apparatus. I let it fall away, convinced that attempting it was fool’s work. Now struggling to put myself in her shoes, well. Fool me twice. 

[Humming gets louder, buzzes out completely as it shocks Otto and he lets out an “Oh!”]

[A small pained noise from Otto before he starts to put the apparatus away]

[Door opens]

OTTO: (Gasp) Noone! [Scoff, he walks away from the recorder] You’re meant to wait outside. 

NOONE: (Far away) What are you working on?-

[Audio cuts]

[Click, blank noise]

[Audio starts again]

OTTO: We’ve come to know each other better over the past weeks, haven’t we?

NOONE: Because we’re friends! That’s why. And, friends tell each other things. 

OTTO: Friends. That’s right. One of the absolutes I’ve come to realize is that, the more time you spend with someone, the harder it becomes to hide who you really are. The only exception to this rule is with the company of oneself- we willfully hide what we’d rather not face. Like, the Candleman you mentioned seeing, under hypnosis. 

NOONE: I don’t like that. 

OTTO: What?

NOONE: Hiding things from myself. 

OTTO: Nobody likes it. That’s why it’s important to reveal your inner face. “Depth analysis”, we call it. And so, I’d like you to think of this session as a dialogue with your unconscious mind- you are asking the questions, not me. 

NOONE: …Asking myself questions?

OTTO: I’ll help! But, as you go, I’d like you to try. So! This… Candleman. Did you see him again?

NOONE: I-I did. 

OTTO: And what was this meeting like?

NOONE: …He was much clearer. Not just him, everything about it. My nightmare. 

OTTO: Elaborate, please. Was it worse? More vivid?

NOONE: What’s it like- Uhm… as if I’m watching a film, that I’m also the star of. And when I woke… it was here, in the Coppy, that felt more like the dream. 

OTTO: Hm, more palpable. The Candleman-

NOONE: I can’t talk about him without the rest. …If this is an interview with myself, might I begin where I want?

OTTO: Of course! Let your imagination run. But don’t be afraid to interact with the dream. This is an important step in our process- the dialogue. Bring together the divided parts of yourself. 

NOONE: …The mirror. 

OTTO: Pardon?

NOONE: The one off your shelf. If I’m meant to speak to myself, well…

OTTO: [Pause] …Patients aren’t meant to have mirrors, but, here you are, my bright girl. 

[Otto gives her the mirror]

OTTO: Begin as you please. 

[Pause]

NOONE, Narrating: …In the dark… a hand let go of mine. 

[Slip noise, Dream!Noone gasps. Dream ambience begins.] 

NOONE: Opening my eyes, I lay on hot concrete, staring up at a sky with- no sun. And… before me was, endless grey, broken by- yellow lines of paint, all the way to the horizon!

NOONE: Standing, in that carpark, I heard a silence. So silent, my own heartbeat was a marching drum in comparison. …It was followed by… a loneliness, so lonely, I could hardly bear it. I had to turn away. 

[Dream!Noone walking on gravel]

NOONE: Behind me, I was glad to see a building! A shopping mall, so large I- I felt half my normal size. Its doors opened, [sliding gravel] and I ran to them. 

[running footsteps, transition from gravel to tile. Doors close behind Dream!Noone.]

NOONE: Inside the promenade, [lights click on] the lights flicked on, one by one, greeting me as the PA speakers came alive with music. 

[Tinny, slightly off-sounding mall music]

NOONE: It had been ages since I’d visited a shopping center. I didn’t know where to start!

OTTO: You saw no need to find an exit right away?

NOONE: I felt like I was in good hands. But many shops were closed, though. There were no doors, and… no displays in the windows. Or, there must have been a private entrance, because- I could see shadows beyond the glass. 

NOONE: …A-after passing by several shops this way, I grew disappointed, but that’s when… a cowboy’s voice came over the speaker. 

COWBOY, slightly overlapped with Noone: “Sale at Jujube’s Toys! Dolls, games, puzzles, and more! Ground floor by the fountain!”

NOONE: I could see that fountain in front of me! And on the other side, was… a bright green storefront, with bubbles floating out the entrance. 

[Dream!Noone walking over, doors hiss as they open. Different tinny music.]

NOONE: Shelves and- shelves of wonders lined the shop! The toys on the first shelf were very old, but… deeper shelves held the same toys I had back home, and deeper ones held exactly those I’d wish for, even Little Lotty Potty! But… these Lotties had black eyes, not blue. And their skin was… yellow, like autumn leaves. 

NOONE: The shop owner wasn’t present, so… I grabbed one and began playing on the carpet. 

[Dream!Noone humming Six’s Theme. Doll makes automated noises.]

NOONE: But, it didn’t take long for me to grow… bored. That was the first time I… I felt too old for dolls. 

OTTO: (distant-sounding) Maturity is natural as you approach adolescence. The brain loses interest in things once held dear. 

NOONE: The idea of growing up made me sad. And as if reacting… Lotty’s dress became wet. The doll was doing as its name said, but… [doll chattering] the liquid was- dark and thick. I put her down to find something else. But the choices were almost too many! Towering shelves extending deep in- the gloom of the impossibly long shop!

NOONE: I settled on the games section, but, most were meant for two. Suddenly, a staticky whisper said,

Voice, overlapping with NOONE: “I’ll play with you.”

NOONE: I-I thought it was the shopkeeper, but… nobody was around. My eyes fell upon a jewelry-making kit, with a red necklace on the cover. I took the box back to where I left Lotty, only… she was gone. The shelf above, where the other dolls had been, was completely empty too. I wanted to make the jewelry, I really did, but… I felt weird, so… I put it down. Then, the PA crackled, a woman’s voice this time:

Voice, ov. NOONE: “Jujube’s Toys is now closing.”

NOONE: [Lights clicking off] The lights shut off, bubbles stopped… and, the last thing I saw before exiting… [toy train noises] was the train set crashing to a stop. [quiet fake bell ringing, toy engine stops] 

[Dream!Noone walking out of the store]

NOONE: The promenade was empty, still. Each step [steps become echoey] echoed across the walls and floors, which were- pearl white, and had patterns like… veins. 

[steps and music continues]

NOONE: I came to three sets of stairs, side-by-side, leading to the next floor. I chose one, and, reaching to the top, I saw another open shop. Mademoiselle’s… (saying it wrong) bijottery. 

OTTO: (still distant) Bijouterie. But, regardless- you could read this?

NOONE: Yes. The letters were quite big. 

OTTO: …Have you been able to read in your dreams before?

NOONE: I’m not sure. That’s not a question I would ask myself, though, Otto. 

OTTO: Apologies. 

NOONE, Narrating: The glass case in the center of the room… pulled me in. Full of… gold, and silver necklaces. Hanging in the middle, was… an enchanting red pendant. And before you ask, yes, it was just like on the box at the toy store. T-The PA came on again,

Voice, ov. with NOONE: “A free gift to all little girls 10 and under!”

NOONE: Without asking, I put the necklace on, glowing, like a ruby teardrop. With my gift, I set to leave, but… someone must’ve left the speaker on because… I heard arguing. 

NOONE: (overlapping) “Don’t overdo it!” Said a first voice, followed by a second, (overlapping) “One more prize can’t hurt!”

[something being set down, wheels across tile, whoosh]

NOONE: From the back room, a rack of dresses rolled out. All, exactly my size.

[Dream!Noone looking through the dresses]

NOONE: It’d been ages since I’d been allowed to pick out my own dress. The telly people chose them for me. These ones were very pretty, with lace and, and bows and stitching but, one… it… it was the plaid dress I wore the day I arrived at the Coppy. How could my dress be here? [lowering pitch of voice, asking questions to herself] Your real life doesn’t have to mix into your dreams Noone, why now? 

OTTO, interrupting narration: (astonished) Pardon?

NOONE: (giggling) I’m asking myself questions. Well, the only explanation is that they could see inside my head.

OTTO: I’m not sure that’s logical.

NOONE: Let me finish! Please. You’ll see.

NOONE, narrating: Back out on the promenade, the shop gates began to slam shut. [Gates slamming] I was worried the mall was closing, but on the floor above, a set of spinning bright lights came on [Lights turn on]. The music stopped and, the PA crackled with a sing-songy voice, 

Voice, ov. with NOONE: [music] “Showtime’s patrons! Our daily motion picture will begin shortly. Hot popcorn’s popping and the seats await in the playhouse!” 

NOONE: [Lights shutting off] The rest of the mall went dark, making the lights more enticing to follow. 

[Dream!Noone walks across the mall]

NOONE: The lobby was- red from floor to ceiling. Buckets of popcorn overflowed on the concession stand. I grabbed one, and hurried to push open the huge golden doors leading into the theater.  

[Running steps, doors creak. Slightly off organ music plays.] 

NOONE: The velvet seats went for rows and rows, full of people. A spotlight hit the stage, illuminating an organ, but… there was no organ player. Only tall curtains swaying in some breeze. I tiptoed down the aisle, and sat centered with the screen. The chair seemed to hug me, and the room fell dark [crunching] as the first buttery bit hit my tongue. 

[Music stops playing, sounds of projector booting up]

NOONE: Without adverts or introduction, the film began. Images of… trees on fire and… white hooves galloping. I recognized the picture instantly because I’ve seen it a hundred times. “The Healing Horn”. [Movie plays] Only the scenes were out of order, and the unicorn… her horn was misshapen, like… a rotten tree branch. The evil prince’s face, too, was… was wrong. 

NOONE: Feeling out of place I – I looked around. The audience, I… I realized, was not people but… mannequins. 

NOONE: All of a sudden, a familiar scent entered the dream. Ocean. I was no longer alone. The dusty projector light made it difficult to suss, but a few seats over… was the Candleman. His eyes and mouth were… deep black pits inside a mess like a wet gunny sack, sagging down the floor. Without turning, he spoke. 

[Growing noise stops]

OTTO, interrupting abruptly: He – what?! [Shifting] What did he say? 

NOONE: [Sighing] It was like a – a voice underwater. The words could hardly escape the folds of skin. He repeated them to me. 

NOONE as the FERRYMAN, glitching: “The faraway drifts near. Tread long, then sink deep. Two flows from one, and here, is whole again.”

OTTO: And then? [shifting in the chair] What else? 

NOONE, as the FERRYMAN: “Here. Here. Here.”

NOONE: He just repeated over and over.

OTTO: There must be more! Try, try! Interact with the dream!

NOONE: There was no more!

OTTO: (raising his voice) Ask who he is, ask what he wants!

NOONE: (raising her voice) It doesn’t work that way!

OTTO: You were right there! Don’t tell me you did nothing?! Not a damn thing!

NOONE: Stop!

OTTO: [farther away] I’m beginning to doubt you’ve seen this Candleman! [Noone struggling] Perhaps you’ve invented the whole story! 

NOONE: Please, stop- my head!

[Otto hisses (gets hit?), sounds of something being knocked over, Noone runs out of the room.] 

[Otto huffs and stops the tape]

[Click. Blank noise. Another click]

[Various shifting noises. Silence. Door opens and someone walks, then closes it]

OTTO: [far away, stern] What are you doing? With the mirror. [Steps] You’re up to something, but we’ll let it slide. I know girls like you. 

[Shifting]

OTTO: You’re upset with me, aren’t you? [plastic clacking] Here. A pill for your headache. (Sigh) Earlier, that was… awfully…[Otto sits] that- that was not how friends act. Sleep has evaded me too. I’ve grown worried, trying to… please, forgive me. I’d very much like to hear the rest. I won’t interrupt, you have my word. 

[Silence.]

NOONE: … Fine. 

OTTO: So… you were in this theater with him. 

NOONE, narrating: … All kinds of pictured* flashed on the screen, and then he was gone, leaving me alone again. Or so I thought. The projector flickered in the booth. I dashed up, and found the door ajar. A new voice came over the PA, angry. “No patrons in the projection room!” The door was stuck, but I pushed and pushed. The PA boomed, 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “You must not enter!”

[Crashing, door opens]

NOONE: The projector I saw first was shaped like… a deformed eye. Then, my attention fell to… the mass on the floor. [Slimy sound] A brain? A heart? …No. It’s muscles pumped and pumped, and its tubes ran into the walls. The voice came, both from inside the room and over the PA: 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “Happy day, No One.”

NOONE: It… it knew my real nickname. The ones kids at school scribbled all over my books. How? Because it was in my head. …I asked, “You’re the one who’s been talking? All those voices?”. Then, I saw countless film cans around the room, and understood. It was so alone, it took to imitating. Then it said, 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “Are you going to leave? Like all the others?”

NOONE: I managed a… “Yes”. The thing began pulsing and, upset, it sort of cried out. 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “So many, they take what they want and go, or get snatched away or worse!” 

NOONE: It paused, then went on, 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “Whatever you desire, it’s yours.”

NOONE: … But I didn’t want anything from it. The PA belted, 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “The pendant! You wanted that!”

NOONE: The pulsing worsened until another voice came within the first,

VOICE 2, ov. with NOONE: “You’ve driven another away!” [Not overlapping, repeating: “You’ve driven another away!]

NOONE: I felt bad for it. Or them… this place had been warped by pain, and wanted so badly to keep me. Even the walls began throbbing. What could I do?!

[Noise intensifies, Dream!Noone breathes heavily] 

NOONE: I – I ran. Down the stairs, out of the theater. 

[Dream!Noone runs away]

NOONE: On the promenade, the lights were flashing so as to be dizzying. The PA screeched, 

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “Everyone needs someone! Don’t leave me alone!”

NOONE: The walls began to cry that dark thick liquid, pooling around me, I looked up. From the floor above, the Candleman stared, pointing at my chest. At the pendant. I flung it down into the liquid, then he reached a hand toward me and – 

[All noise stops]

NOONE: And all faded, as the PA sobbed,

VOICE, ov. with NOONE: “Don’t take her! Not this one, too…” 

[Narration stops. Silence. Shifting]

OTTO: T-There was um… uh, e-excuse me, a curious phrase. “Warped by pain”. Is that how you feel, sometimes? 

[Silence]

OTTO: Noone? Are you still angry with me? Or… distracted by the mirror? 

NOONE: Behind my ear…  there’s… a sore. 

OTTO: Is that why you wanted the mirror all along?

NOONE: [Hum] It’s like the ones I used to get. I need to see it. 

[Shifting]

OTTO: Nothing’s there. It’s red because you’ve been picking at it. 

NOONE: …I have one more question for myself. Why do I have these dreams? Water sickness, that’s my answer. 

OTTO: Noone. It’s wiped out of your system. There have been no known reinfections. It’s in your mind. 

NOONE: (with increasing distress) What if the cure is the cause? I never had nightmares or headaches before all of this, before going on telly, before – before this! –

OTTO, interrupting: (whispering) No, no, come, come, come, come here, my girl. [Shifting, Otto hugs Noone] You’re not sick. You’re perfectly fine. You’re a perfectly wonderful little girl. This time I will protect you. 

[The mirror falls on the ground and breaks]

NOONE: I’m sorry! I’m sorry, uh, you were squeezing so tight and… it slipped. 

[The mirror shards are picked up. Otto throws them away] 

OTTO: You asked why you dream. The truth? Nobody knows. My studies always assumed they were more than the brain’s way of filtering unconscious thoughts. But I had no answer either. An old professor of mine thought he did. He believed dreams come from an ever shifting plane, a quiddity of consciousness. 

NOONE: Quidd-i-ty…

OTTO: Quiddity. The essence of a thing. In this case, a semiatangible plane outside the mind. 

NOONE: Is it the same as mutual dreams? I don’t understand.

OTTO: My colleagues didn’t either. I’ve flip-flopped over the years, but I figured it was impossible to prove.

NOONE: Will I ever get rid of them, then? Will I ever leave the Coppy?

OTTO: You must understand, you are a unique case. I want to let you go, as soon as – 

NOONE, interrupting: I’m better?

OTTO: (sighing) Yes. As soon as you’re better. [Otto stands, picks something up] Now – 

NOONE: I know, I know. (Lower pitch, mimicking Otto) “Sweets for my sweet”. …Do I have to go back to my room?

[Sounds of plates] 

OTTO: I’ve- got to tidy, [wrappers] and, you reminded me there’s something I need to find. On you go. I’ll come by later. 

[Shift, audio cuts]

[Audio starts]

[Otto looks through papers, and sighs] 

OTTO: Ah, I found it. The paper that stained my professor’s career. Kept it all these years, hoping and dreading there was truth in these words… 

OTTO, reading: “We know now that there is no center to the universe. Previously we thought it was the Sun, before that we thought it was the Earth. Our species always insists that ours is the quintessence of experience. Yet scientific observation proves our folly ad nauseum. If geocentrism took centuries to disprove, the question is not if but when the same will happen to reality itself. That which we are equipped to perceive may not be the only world. Let alone the predominant one.” 

[Click]

[Outro plays]

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*This is what she actually says. I have no idea why.

#little nightmares #the sounds of nightmares #tson #transcript #the sounds of nightmares transcript #noone #otto #the ferryman #ln noone #ln otto #noone ln #otto ln #An origin for the name Noone chose..... #ALSO. It is confirmed!! The Nowhere very much exists!!!!!!! #And the Ferryman plays a much bigger role here!! Maybe a sign of Noone being pulled deeper in? #I wonder who that other hand was at the beginning of Noone's dream... #Also Otto. Otto. Grrrgagrg. I'm very mixed about him but right now I don't like him #You are a therapist!! Your job is to help kids!!! Help her!!!!!!! #Also fun fact!! This dream was one of the winners of that nightmare contest the official team held a while back! #So it's based on an actual dream someone had which is neat #Overall. Episode good 👍

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IT COULD HAVE BEEN A DREAM YOU WOULDNT REMEMBER. NOW ITS A DREAM YOULL NEVER FORGET. 3 DIFFERENT SCENES!!! EACH MORE TERRIFYING THAN THE LAST. VERY PROUD OF WILLIAM, HE HAS A PLAN IN MIND AND HES ENACTING IT SO SO SO WELL! JUST AS LONG AS WILLIAM CAN TRUST WHO HES WORKING WITH, HE CAN DO ANYTHING! I DREW THIS ENTIRELY WITH PEN AND COLORED PENCIL. I FIXED MISTAKES BY GLUING PAPER OVER THINGS. YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE THAT. DID YOU KNOW THAT SOME PENS ARE SHINY IN A REALLY ANNOYING WAY THAT CATCHES THE LIGHT TERRIBLY. CLOSE UPS UNDER THE CUT. THIS TOOK WEEKS AND A MONTH LONG BREAK.

LOOK AT MY BLOOD LOOK AT MY BLOOD. I WAS WINGING THIS AND USING ALOT OF RLY SHITTY PENS. ITS THREE DIFFERENT SCENES. IF YOU KNOW EM YOU KNOW EM WELL.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi prime defenders spoilers #jrwi pd #jrwi pd spoilers #cw blood #cw gore #GUYS I WORKED REAAALLLY HARD ON THIS AND I NEEEEED MORE PPL TO SEEEEEE RAAHHGHGHHGHG #I WAS WORKING ON THIS DURING MY BREAK AT WORK (I GET VERY LONG BREAKS NOW) #BUT THEN SUMMER VACATION HIT AND I HAVNT TOUCHED IT INA MOOONTH #BUT NOW IM BACK AT WORK N I FINISHED IT AND ITS DOOOONEEE #I HATE SOME OF IT BUTIM SO PROUD OF MORE OF IT #I LOVE THE IMPACT OF XAVIOR GETTING FUCKIN CRACKED IN THE FACE BY THE CHAINSAW #I DID A GOOD FUCKIN JOB ON THAT!!!!! #I ALSO LOVE THE STARK RED N BLUE IN THE FIRST SCENE #ITS SO EXTREME AND HAUNTING #AND THE LIL SCENE WITH CANTRIPS HEAD STRETCHING #LIIIIITERALLY MR SLIME NEEDS TO HIRE ME TO DRAW HIS HORROR SHIT #I COULD MAKE YOUR NIGHTMARES FUCKING COME TRUEEE LITTLE MAN!!!!!!!!!!! #ANYWAY PLEASE TAKE THIS AND EAT IT I WORKED SOOO HARD ON IT.......

[andthebeanstalk]

Oh, old horror movies. Where the REAL suspense is not "will the church organist will join the demonic carnival?" but rather "do the writers of this film REALLY expect me to believe that this incredibly pushy romantic interest is actually charming and somehow a better choice than a rad-as-hell demon carnival???"

The answer is almost certainly yes, of course. They probably ALSO want me to be more creeped out by carnival music than church organ sounds, but lemme tell ya church music is CREEPY.

Anyway, alls I know is if the choice was "exist as a woman employed by a church in the 60s" and "oh shit I think maybe I DIDN'T survive falling off that bridge," then you know I am already at that death carnival having gay sex idk what to tell you.

#carnival of souls #original #horror movies #classic horror #carnival of souls 1962 #I'm about halfway through. the 1960s was a terrible time i mean her neighbor is SO creepy but this is like. standard romance stuff. #just let this bitch be a carnival lesbian ffs!!!! #I mean she gets fired from her church job for playing one (1) banger on the organ while the church is empty #the real nightmare is a job that fires you for playing almost indistinguishably similar creepy music from the standard in your off time #oh holy shit this movie might actually be self aware #I have like 25 minutes left get the hell out of there girl go join the carnival!!!

[hyperfixation-polls]

Okay so like hyper fixation switch and shit and like this is off of my normal posting, but okay Wednesday right, god I love that show! And I was just thinking about it and the new Percy jackson show and I mean I just found it so funny because like Enid totally gives off like iris kid energy in my mind, that or hebe, but iris with all her rainbows and then Wednesday could totally be a hades kid but like imagine nyx kid Wednesday, so like rainbows and darkness and like damn what’s more queer then that! Lol I love it! But on a more serious note with it, I also love the idea of either her being a daughter of Hecate, but like it totally tracks, or a daughter of Melinoë (daughter of hades and goddess of like ghosts and nightmares and shit!) like that’s totally fits Wednesdays vibe!

#wenclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #Enid #enid sinclair #percy jackson au #and before anyone says that Gomez would never cheat on morticia #your right he wouldn’t #but like follow me here #in this au morticia is melinoe! like she still does her job and shit but she’s currently decided she prefers to live here with Gomez #and I mean like the man already worships her! #plus like going back to the old school stuff with morticias sister Ophelia #melinoe has her sister macaria who is the goddess of blessed death which is like much more sunshiny then nightmares #at least relatively considering their parents! #so yeah no he didn’t cheat guys! #but enids dad totally did with iris which is why her ‘mom’ hates her!

[communistmeme]

I hate you LinkedIn I hate you "work-life balance" I hate you girlboss culture I hate you productivity I hate you 40 hour work week I hate you "how to prevent burnout" classes I hate you I hate you I hate you

#personal posting #the capitalism disillusionment is high today #i wish i could say something more meaningful but im just full of rage and dissatisfaction #i love the job i do and i think it's important #but corporate american culture is so disgusting #girly im not gonna be able to align my values to my work #my values include things that capitalism doesnt allow for! #i just hate it all!!!! #and im tired of pretending i even WANT to thrive in this system #i dont want to make a million dollars #i want the world to be a better place #i dont want to be a high performing executive #i want to do things that matter #and actually doing things that matter means getting paid like shit and treated like shit because youre at the bottom of the food chain #AAAAAAAAAAA #sometimes life feels like a constant nightmare with only brief reprieves where i can engage in love and truly living

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

Vent piece idk

Ok to reblog but ignore the fucking tags hhh

#Charles ii of spain #Charles ii #Carlos ii #17th century #You know I havent really spoken about the grief of losing your mobility but it is so much more than that #It's also the loss of your freedom physically and socially #And it eats you alive the longer it draws out. I mourn everything i cant do and everything i could. #It's also a financial nightmare having to go to the hospital and being unable to take public transport #AND losing your job #I know it's not a lot compared to what a lot of people have gone through but #The strain has literally killed me i cry like two to three times a week now #And i just dont know when its going to get better or what worse is in store #Or how much ive fallen behind even when it does physically get better #Also there's the autism thing about freaking out if ur body doesn't remain the same so fun fun #So anyway ive thought about committing a LOT since june!! Hahahhahahahah

[doodlebloo]

In an AU where c!Dream dies in the vault and therefore things actually go well for c!benchtrio & they all get to rest, I think when c!Aimsey joined he'd get hired as the manager of the Bee N Boo (which c!beeduo would've actually finished) except c!Tubbo would spend all his time talking about how much better the Big Innit is & would be overly critical of c!Aimsey's performance as a manager and they'd have like a mini-rivalry with c!Ranboo caught in the middle

#cAimseys worst nightmare r the words ''ive been reviewing your recent job performance and'' #cTubbo actually OVERpays cAimsey to compensate for pissing him off so bad btw. lots of paid time off too #doodle.txt

[sgterso]

did a second round of interviews for another job this morning so i would rlly appreciate your thoughts and prayers and manifestations!! 🔮🧘🏻‍♀️🧿🕯🔮💫🌈✨🧘🏻‍♀️🌌👁️‍🗨️🥼🕊🧊🌿💨🧼🍥🕯🍥🧼💨🌿🧊🕊

#or your Thots and Prayers if you dare.......... #the job i got rejected from a few weeks ago sent my resume over to a similar job at the same company #so i just did two (more) interviews for this next position #here's hoping!! #my internet kept cutting in and out which was a NIGHTMARE #so i hope i did okay i DONT KNOW #I WORK MYSELF UP I GET SO IN MY HEAD #SCREAMS FOR 1 MILLION YEARS

[robotic-maid]

How things are going again… update I guess? Still can’t figure out how to read more on mobile. I’m just typing this out so it can leave my head.

#nights are really hard for me #mornings are also really hard for me #I think my jobs burning me out #and I haven’t been able to sleep very well much at all #I’ve only been getting 3-5 hours if I’m lucky because my nightmares are really bad so I usually just stay awake #I mean I have to get up at 4am anyway so what’s the point #do you know how it feels to be in pain but you can’t cry because your body’s grown so used to it? #so it feels like crying because it’s Wednesday again #which I can’t justify because tommorrow is Thursday and that is your new normal #your new normal is working so hard you don’t have the time to see your dog and your cars ac is out and you spend all your money on the room #you sleep in 15 minutes away from the office you are stuck at more than 11hoirs a day #you ask your job to adjust your schedule and they say they can’t without cutting your hours and you need the money to survive #it’s too much #but feeling this way or not feeling this way won’t make a difference because the only other options will make your living situation harder #I’m so tired but I don’t have any better options right now so I have to keep waking up and working #I feel horrible spending time with me friends because I get tired after an hour and I worry that I’ve become #too flaky or something #I can’t stay up late and I’m already stressed out so I just can’t keep up with everyone and I don’t want to be a drain #I wish my heart would just stop some times #my meds stop me from hurting myself or crying or sleeping too long but these feelings always come to me when I wake up #I’m disappointed I woke up again #I don’t want to keep doing this I don’t know how long I can keep going #my body is breaking down like my car is breaking down #I don’t want to keep doing this I need more than a day off work a week I want to see my dog I don’t want to be poor but I don’t want to #wake up just to spend all day in an office getting yelled at while my coworkers come in and leave before me #I know I can do this I know I need to keep doing this I know there’s nothing better for me than this #I shouldn’t say these horrible things out loud because they’ll just wear me down faster #there’s nothing that will help me I need to help myself #this is en endurance test and I need to keep it up because if I fail I will lose so much more than I have #I wish I could cry I wish I could break down and scream but what would be the point? it won’t help it won’t fix anything m

[bravevolunteer]

one day i will finally add one of those “michael helping with the murders/remnant experiments” aus

#i’ve been meaning to for SO long #not the most original i know which i think is what held me back for? whatever reason idk but come on. obligatory afton kid situation #not my default but i wanna join the fun (absolutely put him through it) #(also kind of did it with werewolf au but that has certain nuances that would be different for a more canon verse situation) #oooo you want your kid who looks just like you and already has blood on his hands to be molded into something controllable again #ooooooo you want to ensure his place in your weird family immortality bullshit and have him be more of an apprentice than a disappointment #OOOO CURSED INTERACTIONS ABOUT CYCLES AND THE ABILITY TO KILL AND ALL THAT I DONT HAVE TIME TO GET INTO #having yet another Day so naturally i am putting him in the nightmare dimension sorry #(also i’ve meant to post this for a Bit anyway) #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc

[draco-doodles]

can’t wait to graduate because yes, that is such an impressive feat that i have done with my time and energy but i also cannot wait so i can find out What is Wrong with me

#‘what do you mean you stopped taking your meds cause you felt better’ #‘baby you felt better cause you WERE TAKING MEDS’ #i have not had the time to regularly see a therapist or go to the doctor and be like Hey #just time to work a brainless job and decompress and heal before i enter the field #i am so so tired #yet we carry on! #dude i also kinda hate when you say ‘there is something wrong with me’ #and someone goes ‘no! you’re perfect the way you are!’ #like i know you care about me and are not being malicious but please #i am in constant fear and literally cannot do normal tasks on certain days #i have nightmares 4 out of 7 nights #i am constantly exhausted #there IS something wrong with me

[forestwhisper3]

That stretch that makes your back and shoulders pop in all the right ways...

#Feel like a rice crispies treat #I love it when it happens #So much tension goes away #I really should visit the chiropractor again #I keep forgetting to make an appointment #It's not all the weight lifting's fault either #My job is also a cause for the crackly #I feel like adding that going to the chiropractor isn't just for older people #It's like going to the doctor or the dentist. Do it regularly to keep yourself healthy. #You do not want to injure your back. Trust me. It's a nightmare. #Anyway. Time to shuffle off into the void again #Later!

[teafrtwo]

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#disgusting by the influencer community that has proven in fact they’re worthless humans #having millions of sheep following them to not speak out against genocide against people of Palestine #isn’t this your fucking job #to INFLUENCE that masses that literally follow you to influence them #and you’ve done nothing #these passed 20 days have been an absolute nightmare #my heart is shattered #rant because I can’t stand people posting their stupid regular routines while thousands are being massacred #when you had the chance to influence the world you’ve chosen to stay silent and do nothing #💔 #social media is a fucking scam #fake people #idk what to do anymore to get people to care #:( #ignore the typos #so many people saying they’re beauty influencers #that’s right the only thing they influence is hyper consumerism #they offer NOTHING to humanity #smh

[littlecutiexox]

I’m such a baby at times

#my dumb ass waking up from nightmares because i need to ask someone at work to be my reference tomorrow and im terrified #i hope theyll do it 😭 #im so nervous about asking them #like #dhdjdkc #idk why #i am so happy i got the job offer i just hope the references are okay for me to proceed #but they need someone from work #and i swear no one likes me in work i have no friends #i am complaining please ignore thiss #dumb baby at your services

[thefeistydragon]

Normally I will tip delivery people no matter what, but if the way you're taking shortcuts on the job is endangering disabled people, especially my family, and making their lives harder? Especially if it's directly risking sending them to the hospital? You're not acting in solidarity with us, so I'm not about to act on solidarity with you. I know how hard customer service like that it but it's no excuse to make life hell for people who already have it hard enough.

#this range brought to you by my family members almost getting hurt and their groceries getting damaged by a driver trying them together #to where you couldn't tell they were tired together so when you went to pick up one bag more came up #and the sudden shifting weight almost injured the people getting it #and made getting into the groceries a nightmare #they would have had to cut them open to get in easily and knives aren't really safe for them to use. #neither of the people home could have safely gotten in to the groceries any way other than bending down and untying them #they both have arthritis in their hands and back #hopefully the issue here is obvious #both are also a fall risk #so no asshole. you can complain about me reducing the tip all you want #but you did worse thsn not doing your job. you rosked the health of obviously disabled customers #or do you think the wheelchair ramp in front of the place is just a decoration? #feisty vent