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sometime in the near future...

Nick is so fucking drunk. Absurdly, ridiculously, hilariously drunk. Everything is fuzzy and has this sort of glow around the edges and he’s smiling and laughing so much his cheeks have started to feel tight.

They’re all crammed into a sticky little booth in the corner of the bar, the one the guys like because it’s just a few blocks down from the loft. Schmidt is telling some hyperbolic story that only gets more absurd as Winston goads him on. Jess, their designated driver, just laughs and shakes her head at their nonsense as she nurses a glass of pink wine while the rest of the guys get hammered.

Jess keeps nodding and smiling at Schmidt’s story, and for some reason Nick can’t stop staring at her bright pink lips. Winston makes some sarcastic comment that Nick doesn’t quite follow, but Schmidt gets all red and starts to sputter anyways. Jess bites her lip to hold back a laugh, and Nick wants to replace her teeth with his own.

Wait, what? He’s drunk. So drunk.


part 2 of In Another World begins on Monday!

How to look at your Captain is through round one!

I have officially posted one cap from every fucking J/C episode of Star Trek Voyager.

Feel free to drop me a request in my asks if you want one from a specific episode in the future. 

shehasamind replied to your photo “[10] I suppose I’m not entirely SURPRISED that Sakura is still crying…”

COME ON I’M SURE HE CARES. As always, Kamui is pretty much a Slytherin who has his priorities set on himself and the people that matter most to him and he’s the most defensive cat ever. He’ll hiss at you if he doesn’t know what’s going on and hit you for no reason because he feels attacked. X/Kamui got to learn to care about multiple people, but this one lived for a very long time, probably outlived many people and only got to connect with Subaru. I get him

I’m glad you like him! That’s very good to hear! It’s always very exciting when people enjoy characters for reasons that I didn’t think of. 

I’m not a fan of him so far, but we don’t have to agree on that. The beauty of fiction is that we can each enjoy it in our own way, and each way is true to our own interpretation without anyone else changing that.

Horror Aesthetics: Cyril Stacy

C L A S S I C

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

C R Y P T I D & U R B A N  L E G E N D

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

G O T H I C

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

P A R A N O R M A L

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

S L A S H E R

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

T H R I L L E R

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance


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I’m a writer, I whisper to myself as I struggle to add 51 new words to the fic I’ve been whittling together for months like Frankenstein’s decaying prose monster.

“Hey, I’m on my way to your room for a nap.”
“Ok. Wait. Keith, are you parading with your ace blanket—again?”
“…Maybe. I’m eating ice cream, too. Can’t share that, but the blanket I can.”

So our resident proud ace boy was born on Asexual Awareness Week! <3 
Just let him have his nap on his birthday. This is Part 2 of this. Redbubble

hey, you.

hey, yes, i’m talking to you. i know you’re probably scrolling right now but this post wont take too long to read.

i just wanted to give you a quick reminder that you’re beautiful. yes, i know what you’re thinking, wow what an idiot they cant even see me, but that isn’t the case.

regardless of your looks, how long your hair is, how white your teeth are, how skinny you are, how tall you are, the colour of your skin, how big your butt is, you are beautiful. because you’ve made it this far. you have gotten through every fucking day in this shitty universe, and you are here right now, looking at this post. you have survived heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, trauma, and just all the general ups and down of life, and you are alive right now to tell the tale of it. you’ve pushed on through everything.

sometimes it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it, like you’re worth it, but you are. one day, that’ll make sense. you’ll be sitting somewhere nice, watching something, maybe someone, and you’ll remember all of the things you had to get through, and it’ll all make sense. 

congratulate yourself on getting this far. it’s a big thing, yet you’ve done it. if you ever feel like you aren’t worth it, i want you to know that it’s all going to be okay. you impact so many people’s lives, and you are some people’s entire worlds. people love you, they look up to you, they admire you. don’t give anyone the ‘life would go on without me’ excuse, because you know it wouldn’t. no one recovers from that.

you, my friend, are beautiful. dont you dare ever forget it.

Little comic with Remington and Emilia (ok?)

I regret everything.

Ravenclaw, immediately after agreeing to do something.

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names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave