i don't want to tag anyone anymore

When a tarot reading gives you the answer you didn’t want but down in your heart you know it’s right

Originally posted by collegepsychexperiment

Sam was raised the exact same way as Dean with the exact same shitty parent and yet he has some tact and compassion. 

Saw this quote on a post, expressing something I’ve seen before about the differences between Sam and Dean, which (putting aside the suggestion that Dean has no compassion, which, bwuh?) is missing a major point about their respective upbringings.

Yes, Sam & Dean were both raised by John, but they had quite different childhoods. Case in point, compare the flashbacks in “Something Wicked” (with nine-year-old Dean) with “Just My Imagination” (with nine-year-old Sam.)

Sam, at nine, is being left alone in a cheap motel room. He has to feed himself and entertain himself. (He happens to get some help with that thanks to a friendly Zanna, but John had no way of knowing this.) Sam does get calls from Dean checking on how he’s doing, but even so, he’s NINE – it’s a clear case of neglect and it’s terrible. It also sets firm personality traits in Sam – primarily, that he learns he is responsible for seeking his own happiness (though his brother will try to support him in it, doing what he can to help Sam get what he wants.)

Dean, at nine, is being left alone in an even cheaper motel room. He has to feed himself, but before that he has to feed and entertain his five-year-old brother. He gets no supernatural help and no regular check-in calls, that we see. He tries to entertain himself, but an innocuous pastime as going to an arcade nearly gets Sam killed. Dean learns that he is responsible for someone else’s life, and that seeking his own happiness is not only inconsequential but actively harmful, that it lets down the people he loves.

This is not to say that Sam wasn’t neglected or that his childhood wasn’t terrible. He most definitely was, and it was. But if Sam is better adjusted than Dean, if Sam is better at showing tact and compassion, it’s not solely because he’s a naturally better person than Dean; it’s because Dean is a better parental figure than John is.


allison says to protect trans kids so i guess we have to do it. listen i don’t make the rules i just enforce them

at this point, anyone not into power rangers should definitely blacklist it because i’m not holding back anymore and this blog is now Real Power Rangers Trash.

my bitter, shriveled little heart grows at LEAST three sizes every time I see an allo person say that a-spec people inherently belong in the LGBT+ community, so hey, if you were wondering how to make your local a-spec folks happy this Pride Month…well, that’s one thing you can do 😘

I just cleaned my dash and NONE of my long-time mutual friends unfollowed me during my YOI posting spree this winter. You??? Are the best friends??? 

Anyway, hi, everyone else. The tumblr app doesn’t run well on my phone anymore (phone is old and dies quickly), so I’m not here much. But since I’m here right now, would anyone like a followback?

Dale Pike, Labyrinth, and the Wrong Choice

The reason that Dale Pike’s poem “The Deeper Well” is tagged “Labyrinth” is for this:

“The paths are unkempt
arrows flipped; markers pried
one always tells the truth
one always lies”

The creatures in the Labyrinth change the marks Sarah has made in her attempts to move through it so she stays lost. I have to digress here into the issue of how Jareth, the Goblin King, claims he did everything for Sarah’s benefit, stole Toby away from her, made her solve the Labyrinth, played his role as her adversary because that’s what SHE expected of him, and meanwhile from her POV she’s been confused and lost and solving puzzles, and she HATES it?! And in the end he tells her “Everything I’ve done I’ve done for you”

like I just can’t think of a thing that is more us right now, ok an ARG sounded exciting, but now we are lost and frustrated, we don’t know what puzzles to solve and what is real and what isn’t, or even if the whole entire thing is just an illusion?

but if the solution is to realize “you have no power over me” I don’t even know what that means yet

Anyway “one always tells the truth one always lies” - she comes to a pair of doors with sentient knockers, she has to choose a door, a path. One knocker always tells the truth, one always lies. She chooses the WRONG DOOR and falls into the oubliette. It’s a dungeon cell that can only be accessed through a door in the ceiling, a place where you put people and forget about them. A deep well.

This is, if you think about it, also where S ends up at the end of the Dale Pike fic “The Players”. He falls down a hole into nothingness, into a room you can only exit through a ceiling, an oubliette. I’m a little lost again here but if we take the Labyrinth reference as a clue this seems to be pointing towards John making the wrong choice by shoving him through the trapdoor; I just don’t know what the Right Choice would be in this context.

Also at the end of TFP, when Sherlock passes out at the prison and wakes up back at his burnt-out house, we see him falling into black nothingness (ooze), followed by an overhead shot of him lying on the table, like he’s fallen into the room. Which has no doors. This could also be a reference to an oubliette. (Which is evidence for Dale Pike being some kind of Someone, since apparently the poem was written a year ago, (have people really checked all the dates out?) and I don’t really believe all this, except… I’m just pointing out evidence here.). In this case, though, the room is an illusion that Sherlock can just walk out of? (No idea how this ties in yet.).

With reference to the Skull on twitter and tweeting George Takei … I think most people have the sense not to do this anyway because it’s a Bad Idea, but if you want an ARG-related reason just to quiet the voices in your head a little, the solution to the Labyrinth is “you have no power over me” and the Skull was literally trying to offer us power. That was supposedly the solution to the riddle, right, power? (I already wondered if he was just lying and now I suspect he might be the one who always lies). He has no power over us and no power to give us. This is the Wrong Path.

In short, I’ve spent most of the past week wondering if I was going to give up and delete, log out, go inactive for a year or so, but I still can’t get away from the game? And does anyone know where I can watch Labyrinth online it’s been a while and I’m suddenly very very interested.

Tagging some people I have seen posting about Pike/twitter/the ARG @jenna221b @teaandqueerbaiting @worriesconstantly @teapotsubtext
(please tag anyone else who would be interested if you would like, I know there are more but it’s hard to keep track of who is still playing and who isn’t for me)


rip me, 2016

cause of death: this poor boy who-deserved-so-much-better’s tragic backstory


Here are my summer goals to achieve before I go back to college in case anyone cared (they don’t):
1- get my splits down
2-practice belt because I’m home alone most days and can scream all I want
3-be able to take pictures of my ugly self without stupid filters
4-get plants


I’M BACK MOFOS, sorry for being inactive, had exams and other shit going so took a couple weeks out. Catching up on tagged shit, @nebraskan-metalhead , @bathory-babe , @skjaldmaer-shieldmaiden , @ollis-beard and the one and only @vilnianamber all tagged me for a selfie so here’s a couple recent ones. One featuring my bandmates.
Not tagging anyone today cause I need to get back in the grooove

Quick message to everyone who has requested to be on a taglist:

If you’ve requested to be on someone’s taglist on tumblr and then decided to change your username at some point after, can you please shoot that person (or people if you’ve asked to join several) an ask/message alerting them of the change?????

I’m bringing this up because I’ve noticed that several names on my lists that I could tag don’t work anymore. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m a worrier. Not knowing if the person just changed urls or if they just left the site all together does bring a thread of worry to my mind and I find myself thinking “What happened to them??”

There’s nothing wrong with changing usernames on here (I’ve done it before a few times), but not everyone gets the memo or even notices right away that it was changed. Looking at icons doesn’t help much since those usually get changed in the process and we don’t usually follow every person on our taglists. Not to mention that this site is finicky when it comes to tagging. 

So if you could please just spare a quick moment to send us an ask or message alerting us to the change (what your username was to what it is now) we would strongly appreciate it ♥

It’s Just a Phone Call... Right?

“Not a-fucking-gain!”

Branwen Weaver was trying to reach her lawyer pending an unfortunate accident with the back of someone else’s mini-SUV. Not that she’d MEANT to hit the stupid thing, discounting the awful parking job and crowded lot she’d been trying to work around at the time… Not to mention the unnerving presence of a man she had very reluctantly kept in her life after turning eighteen.

Didn’t help that the man was her biological father- and from her biological mother, who she was stuck living near at the time, lowkey pestered her to keep in touch with the man. Her own sense of guilt wouldn’t let up after what her Dad said was a bungled use of sleeping pills- and what most other people assumed to be a botched suicide, considering he’d been more down than normal lately. Especially, again, after his own mother died- which Branwen had been stuffing away the implications of on her own heart in favor of dealing with her parental fallout at the time.

All in all, Branwen was a person who had a habit of taking on looking after other people’s emotional health and her own usually suffered in the process.

She leaned back against the plush couch arm, shutting her eyes for a long minute as she plopped her smartphone onto her own face. After a long moment of gathering her wits and what shreds of her fuse could be found, the young brunette tapped out the lawyer’s phone again and attempted to kick out the paranoia her mother had already infected her with in regard to the court-appointed lawyer’s quality. Her mother was excellent at doing that, even if Branwen had snapped at her over it more than once.

“Hello? Is this Bryce Miller’s office?”

She knew something was off right away- static was her only answer on the other end. Popping up from her second-hand loveseat, Branwen zipped right out of her apartment and onto the metal stairs. Clomping down them and heading a short distance into the parking lot usually improved the reception- for some damned reason, her small but respectable apartment had an unfortunate habit of being a phone reception black hole.

The static didn’t resolve into anything, and Branwen was about to hop in her car. If the deadzone around her apartment had somehow spread, she swore-

Branwen didn’t get to finish that thought as she finally heard someone over the phone. A slightly accented someone, but a person nonetheless as the static cleared somewhat.

“No. P-please, don’t hang up…”

Branwen frowned worriedly. She may have stumbled onto a wrong number, but… the guy (?) on the other end sounded genuinely distressed.

“Alright, I won’t. What’s wrong?”

“I… haf a question…”

The tone was so hesitant Branwen’s heart went out to the guy. Maybe he was depressed and really needing someone to talk to- the idea of preventing someone else from doing something drastic soothed some sore, private place in her own heart.

“Alright, go for it.”

It took a minute or two of increased static before he answered.

“… Why…. Are humans frightened… of those with no faces?”

Branwen blinked. Well… The speaker on the other end of the line sounded like he wasn’t… She had read enough on Fae stories to know where this was going if it wasn’t some stupid prank. Either way… Branwen would have to answer carefully.

“I… think humans are frightened of those with no faces because… faces are how we recognize feelings in others,” Branwen said slowly.

“Feelings?” Static increased. Branwen continued anyway.

“Those with no faces… It’s harder to know how they feel, you know? Or know where to focus on when we’re talking to them. Do we not look at you, and possibly offend you? Do we just try to grin and bear looking at a blank canvas where there’s supposed to be features? Humans… creatures like humans, well… We’re frightened of the unknown by nature. Skittish creatures that we are. Some of us are, by contrast, drawn to the unknown and odd… But not all of us. The great majority fear the strange and unknown…”

“Ahhhhh….” That sound was static-riddled, but it sounded like some strange creature breathing out a sigh that held tinges of relief.

“You’re…the first one to answer me…straight…you know…”

“Funny, since straight’s the one thing I’m not,” Branwen joked, chuckling a little. Lightening the mood seemed a priority as it had gotten rather heavy for a while there. She moves about a little- short circuits of the sidewalk, smiling a tiny bit to herself.

Raspy laughter came over the line. It seemed like her conversation partner hadn’t laughed- this hard at least- in a long time. Branwen grinned, preening a little that her odd new acquaintance had laughed because of her.

“I…must go now… But… Thank you,” the other said. He sounded genuinely sincere from what Branwen heard.

“Welcome. Don’t do anything dumb, okay? There’s always people out there who love ya,” Branwen said, grin becoming a smile.

“I… promise….”

With a yip, Branwen nearly dropped her phone as the staticy sounds increased to nearly unbearable levels. When she was able to put her phone to her ear again, she realized she’d been hung up on. The mixed feelings that evoked were quickly put away as Branwen headed up the stairs. Odd new acquaintance or not, she still needed to talk to her lawyer- and she could still try it from inside, reception suck apartment or not.

Creepypasta comics have taken over my life. Send help- I’ve already made an OC. Yes, she’s going to be a CreepyPasta eventually. You’re just seeing her first interaction with a Creepypasta in general. Okay, this edit needed to be done. I’m sorry I forgot it the first time. Pshattuckproductions on YouTube has a video that kicked this whole ficlet idea off. It’s called “you just don’t exists”, and I wanted to write a different version of that call. 


bonus bc this is how I usually am:

I was tagged by the adorable @taeshoneybear for the selfie tag! These selfies are so old lmaoo I barely have bangs anymore, they’re growing out. 

I tag @chim-chimmie @txmonkeyy @gigglybts @jungpoot @silkhobi @jung-c0ck @hello-wonwoo (has no one else to tag cause no one talks to me) and anyone else who wants to do it! If yall decide to you should def tag me in it 💕

If people could please tag their Sherlock posts (especially edits/gifsets/art), that would be awesome? I don’t want to unfollow anyone, I really appreciate everyone who’s still around but I can’t look at Sherlock content anymore. Any tag works, I have pretty much everything blacklisted, but just, something. Please? :s 


It’s out of the blue, and it becomes a thing

Kise doesn’t say a thing and acts like it’s a normal thing, because he doesn’t want Aomine to feel self-conscious about it, but he fanboys internally

And he doesn’t share it with anyone, it’s something he wants to keep to himself. He just can’t deal with how adorable his jerk of a boyfriend can be