#stream of thought

[tanglebrookwrites]

Don't mind me dropping this and running-

The first time Michael Afton died, he was only fourteen. His mind bent and cracked and broke under the weight of what he had done, placing his little brother up to Fredbear’s mouth. (Why did I do it, he was only ten, why, why, whywhywhy-)

The second time Michael Afton died, he was sixteen. His already fractured mind shattered like glass with the sucker punch to his gut that was his father’s fist when he asked why Lizzie wasn’t with him when he came home from opening Circus Baby’s Pizza World. (She’s gone, why am I crying, Father hates it when I cry, stop it, stop stop stopstopstop-)

The third time Michael Afton died, he was twenty-three. He was only following after Father, wanting nothing more than to please the man, and ended up a corpse because of it. (“The Scooper only hurts for a moment.” “You won’t die.” She’s right, I won’t die. Something will not let me die. Why won’t I die?)

The fourth time Michael Afton died, he couldn’t remember how old he was. He had found the advert on the television, and started managing Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place, only for his uncle to burn everything down around them both. (Why, Uncle Henry? Why don’t you recognize me, why do this, why make me stay, I need to repent, I can’t go I can’t face them I don’t wanna die please please pleasepleaseplease-)

The fifth time Michael Afton died, he had spent exactly four years, seven months, thirteen days, two hours, fifty-eight minutes, and twenty-one seconds online. Though he didn’t know, he had deluded himself into thinking that he had become an AI in this hell, being the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. Considering he didn’t realize until the orange and blue bear body he had finally fell off the ledge, slamming and breaking the shell, as the boy who looked so much like his little brother looked at him with an outstretched hand and the blank bots around him tore him to pieces. (I finally found something to protect and now it’s taken from me, it’s ripped from my grasp. I don’t want to die, I want to be like Father I want to hold the world in my hands and pick who lives and who dies and I’ll put everything back together but not like him-)

#fnaf #fnaf roots remain au #fnaf michael afton #michael afton #five nights at freddys #glamrock freddy #stream of thought

[allytheally]

lil bit of a rant/ramble: (tw: eating disorder? ish?)

I feel so weird talking about this cus no one knows this about me?? not really?? but i kinda have ed related habits and stuff (hesitant to say I actually have an ed bc im not diagnosed and i have a healthy-ish BMI)

i don't eat enough and i know that, but my bmi is good an i always feel better that way and like. yeah. not good. its why i quit tumblr back when i was a minor

and yeah. anyway. im basically posting about this now bc im dming some people and i like to send (sfw!) teasy pictures, and afterwards they always tell me im cute/pretty (which, like, tysm!!! im so glad yall find me pretty aaah?) and i always try to dismiss it to the point where its a Thing™ and it felt kinda weird for me cus it feels like im fishing

so basically, if youre still readings this (which, like, wow) what i mean to say is hi! ily! i have issues, im not fishing, my brain just doesn't like my body, but im trying to get better! :)

(edit: my ler friends, im not quite as skinny as i look in my photos! i take pics lying down bc a: i like my blanket as the background and b: it stretches me belly out a bit so you can't see my muffin top. just thought i'd add!)

#stream of thought #queued cus im a coward #umm #if yall don't want to touch this can of worms #saying that i looke ticklish/sensitive/vulnerable is very teasy! #which isn't to say i don't like being called pretty #but i genuinely don't think i am #and i wanted to kinda blurt it all out #so yay lol

[myidiosyncraticmind]

“Just let it go sweetheart…

You will die trying to show the sun to the moon…”

#maeve feroce #shaunie h #love #stream of thought #maeveferoce #shaunie #shaunieh #intimacy #shaunie h. #poetry #breakup #you broke my heart #heartache #i'm sad

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Stream of Thought

Artist: Seb McKinnon TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.07 #seb mckinnon #stream of thought #modern horizons #sorcery

[becomingpoet]

sur l’automne:

I tried to structure my surroundings for productivity. I dug myself out of depression and tried to be faithful to and honor the bonds I made with people. In this season of shedding, in this season of forgiveness and golden leaves, I am called to inspect my harvest, and observe the truth of my efforts methods, and the truth of my crops. Did I sow friendship? Did I sow jealousy, or bitterness? Did I sow sadness? Did I reap happiness- am I reaping happiness? How did I tend to the soil?

I look at my arms and see their truth: muscular, and deeply golden. I tilled the soul soil and broke apart the old roots. I dug up stockpiles forgotten by squirrels. I fertilized my soil as seeds soaked, started some lovingly indoors, sowed some lovingly in full sun. I tended to my soil myself my soil with care and discretion. I sweated and scraped and cut and burned and watered gallons and gallons and gallons of water into the thirsty earth, I cleared the beds of weeds and leveled the earth, I tended to my year garden with care.

I set myself up for love and life and enchantment at the beginning of the year, in the dead of winter with frost crackling on my cheeks. I unthawed, numb and yet I felt everything forty times over, a body waking, I toiled in the sun and brought forth green. I tended to my self like a garden and washed and trimmed and fed and watered myself as best I could. It’s always easier when you’re doing it for someone else. More exciting. More real. But I did it. I was faithful to and honored myself, as best I could. As best I could. As best I could. Not a saint, but a soldier. As best as I could.

Autumn marches on as leaves fall down and geese fly south, and winter approaches. The season of no buffers. The season of no excuses. The season of self discovery. The denial of self repression. It all comes out in the snow. I must carry on the harvest- I must carry the crop from the fields. I cannot falter now. There is no success. There is no failure. There is only forward. The only outcome of winter is spring.

#updating to say tysm to everyone who reblogged and left sweet thoughts in the tags #sur l’automne #becomingpoet #poetry #spilledink #stream of thought

[thisisnotahaiku]

Freezer burn on my tongue

I got my lashings real well done

I’m on your floor, I’m in your fridge

pondering on all the things we did

Stick your hand out at the street light

wait for someone to tell you you’re right

for these 2 am dreams fill me with such -

melancholy and wistful huhs

I still wanna gaze into your jeweled eyes

and pretend that they’re still mine

Gaze into me, your loving soil

plant in me and watch it all grow

it may all twist and wither

and coil and shiver

but I’m your ground to tread upon

so behold! As I grow on and on

#poetry #alt lit #stream of thought #writerscreed #twcpoetry

[naminethewriter]

Don’t Think About It

Stream-of-thought fic based on this little writing game!

My prompt was “Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?” which game me Virgil vibes so here’s the first Prinxiety fic I’ve ever written. Enjoy 💖💜

Here on Ao3

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“Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?” Virgil was red like a tomato, staring at Roman like he’d grown two heads. The other avoided his eyes, just as red.

 “It means that I would like to go on a date with you. Only if you want to of course!” Virgil felt like his brain stopped working five minutes ago. There was no way Roman was interested in him, they barely got along as friends!

“If this is a prank I will put you in the hospital, princey,” he growled, his fight or flight instinct kicking in but Roman held up his hands.

 “I would never joke about matters of the heart Virgil! That is a line I would never cross!” Yeah, that was fair. Virgil took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He shouldn’t go off like this, he knew Roman better than that and knew his words held true.

 “I know, sorry.” He sighed. “But you can’t spring shit like that on me out of nowhere.”

 “I mean, I was flirting with you for the last two weeks, I figured you picked up on it.”

 “No, you weren’t,” Virgil denied, flushing red again. Had he been that dense?

 “Oh yes, I was.” Roman laughed nervously. “But it’s fine that you didn’t notice, I tried to be more subtle than usual so I didn’t overwhelm you.” Great! Now Virgil was flushing for a different reason. Sometimes he hated how accommodating Roman could be. But before he could apologize, Roman kept talking. “And I don’t need an answer from you right away, take your time to think about it, I can wait a little longer.” He turned to walk away but Virgil grabbed his arm without thinking.

 “Wait!” He froze, not quite sure himself what he was about to say. Roman looked at him expectantly and the light hit his hair in a way that made it look really soft and his green eyes were shimmering, and damn Virgil was gay.

 So he thought: fuck it.

  “Let’s go. On a date,” he breathed out before he could stop himself. And as a smile made its way across Roman’s lips he couldn’t even think to regret it for one second.

#namiswriting #my writing #writing game #prinxiety #love confession #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #drabble #short fic #stream of thought #fanfiction #sanders sides

[goldflow11]

 too heavy to rest in form

to disperse seems the only path

that rings true in the core

#source #source writing #creative writing #stream of thought #writers on tumblr

[the-dao-of-the-zerg]

Trust / Verify

(Observation without any particular conclusion)

It used to be, we had to trust people quite a lot. Before cellphones, it was extraordinarily unlikely that anyone was going to get a photograph of a crime, so we had to trust witnesses. We didn't have body cameras, so we had to trust cops when they said they witnessed a crime.

Watch "Catch Me If You Can" for a great set of examples: it used to be that society operated on trust. Not completely - you'd get confirmation of a forgery in a few days, maybe weeks. But in the interim, society ran on trust.

Rewinding the clock even further: it used to be, if you moved to a new town, you were a new person. No one could reasonably look up your history, confirm your details. Even a long distance phone call was a bit of an expense - those weren't free, and there was a time even earlier when they didn't even exist.

And so we have this massive, exploitable fabric of trust. It used to be the backbone of civilization - if you could get trust levels high enough, and crime levels low enough, then suddenly you can do all sorts of things.

But then technology advances, and suddenly we don't need that backbone as much. We don't have to trust the stranger - we can look them up on LinkedIn, and send an email to verify their previous employment. We don't have to trust that you have the funds for a check to clear - we can check your debit card's balance in real time.

Of course, just because we don't need trust, doesn't mean trust is a bad idea - as our ability to objectively verify things goes up, the risk-rewards of fraud go down. We have more ability to confirm the truth, and less incentive to lie.

#stream of thought

[witchcraftingboop]

I love when non-practicing persons acknowledge things I've been waiting on - whether from my own personal workings or from full awareness of how my ancestors and spirit court operate. Yesterday, my work bestie commented on how since the misogynist I publicly disliked has quit, everyone I've had an issue or confrontation with no longer works here - notably that misogynist only barely managed to quit before getting fired. And that was one I wholly left up to the knowledge that I don't have to do anything. My spirit allies tends to deal with work and money conflicts the easiest, so in all, it taking 1 (exactly one) year to push out a man who'd been with the company for near ten years is a pretty expedited process in my opinion. Mans left the company despised by all levels of operation and barely hanging on to his friendship with one of the owners. Anyways! The conversation was delightful and reminds me of whenever my family comments on my unexpected career and general financial security, where it feels like they're pointing out a feeling of "something here doesn't add up / is off" but can't quite put their finger on it. It's really interesting to get such an unexpected external perspective on the development of things around me. In the same strand, getting comments on "random strings of luck" is also pretty satisfying in its own way. Idk I think outside comments from more mundane-inclined sources is a bit more reassuring and heartwarming in nature sometimes than hearing from occultist or witchcraft associations about general vibes, perspectives, and such. It holds a different kind of weight in my mind- I think is the way I'll put it, not better or lesser, just different.

#boop's rambles #should we bring back around some occult and witchcraft centered postings? #life is getting a bit hectic with school and work crowding in for attention #but I think posting a bit more about what I'm up to / thinking may help keep my practice from falling by the wayside a bit #who knowwwsss #stream of thought

[mamaangiwine]

I was walking my dog tonight and listening to Old Churcyard by the Wailing Jennys and it was only seven o' clock but it seemed like midnight and the world seemed quiet and like ghosts were wrapped around the trees in the park and filling the spaces in between them and on my way home as I listened to the echo of my own footsteps I could see into the windows of people's houses and saw that behind their lace curtains curled up on their couches they were watching Halloween movies and as I write this the train is whistling outside and the world is asleep and I'm just very very in love with everything.

#stream of thought #halloween #october #spirtuality #the veil be super thin #magic #goodnight

[lethantigo]

I can’t seem to close my eyes

without seeing that

in the thick of it all

I can be your temporary

safe space

away from the bullshit

away from the fake

within reach of your wildest dreams

I wish to see you comfortable

in what was constructed to be

uncomfortable

and if you were to overcome

every obstacle you felt

as if you had fallen short,

I hope to help you find a way to

see the strength in your

own mind

for it’s such a beautiful place

if only you’d filter who you allow to come

and walk through your gardens

you’d have less worries

and your seasons wouldn’t be

so long and tedious,

but rather

full and plentiful

of exactly how

you’d dreamed it would be

from the moment you

began to imagine.

I pray you find your own peace.

#poetry #original poetry #my own story #stream of thought #writers and poets #safe place #peace of mind #excerpt from a story i will finish #poets on tumblr #writing

[myidiosyncraticmind]

be absent long enough that i miss you, not that i learn to live without you…

#maeve feroce #stream of thought #love #shaunie h #shaunie #maeveferoce #poetry #shaunieh #intimacy #shaunie h. #heartbroken #heartache #i miss him #i miss it #i miss you

[notmadebyhumanhands]

some people never get their fairytales because they are meant for the nightmares. that ain’t bad; it ain’t even sad. nightmares remind us time & again what beauty there is in the macabre. and you, dark-haired angel, are the guardian of that dark beauty. fairytales are meant for romance novels, for heartwarming movies on the big screen & slow songs on the radio. but our nightmares? they’re meant to be epics, entire sagas passed down in hushed tones of awe & wonder with just the right amount of fear. it is the nightmares that become legends and compose the haunting melody of an old piano still playing in an abandoned manor full of stories to tell. 🖤

- for aleksei

#strange jewels #spilled thoughts #spilledink #random thoughts #prose #writerscreed #writers on tumblr #poetryportal #poetryriot #prose poem #spilled quotes #halloween #nightmares #nightmare #fairytale #fairy tales #stream of thought #stream of consciousness #gothic #gothcore #goth aesthetic #gothic vibes #gothic feels #goth #proseriot #prose on tumblr #spilled prose #prose writing #poetic prose #original prose

[thisisnotahaiku]

You say the divine does not exist

yet still I wonder how I can fit

in your arms and in this bliss

put me, put me on the line

I’ll show you the true divine

hold me, hold me, hold me tight

through the tumble through the night

and to be blunt, to tell the truth

the sky is blue and so are you

Amongst the elves, amongst the dragons

wondering where I left my baggage

could it be here could it be there

I lost my mind along the stairs

I climb I climb I climb I climb I climb

my knees are weak and you are mine

#poetry #alt lit #spilled ink #twcpoetry #poetryriot #writerscreed #poets on tumblr #stream of thought

[kindkiosk]

Some disjointed thoughts I wanted to give a home.

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What am I meant for? There is something scrambling against the slick walls of my organs, so desperate to be given purchase. It seems unfair that I exist in a world where I don’t have someone to lavish with the strange amount of love I have inside of me. Expanding in my chest, only to split in an ugly wound across the seam of my existence.

Flowers, tumbling. Falling downward. Flowers bursting from my mouth. Flowers piling in my stomach. Flowers building up behind my eyes and unfurling as thick waxy petals that tumble down my cheeks. Flowers filling my lungs until I am coughing up pollen dust. Until I am chewing on the thick, heady taste of roots and stems. Crumbling dirt, wet with the moisture of my insides.

#venting #flowers #writing #prose #organs #stems #mywriting #stream of thought #frustration #love #romance #yearning