i will be tripping balls

The whole story - A theory

Alright, everyone. Here’s my take on what I think happened, chronologically…

Backstory

Mark and Selene fall in love and are married. Colonel and Selene have an affair, and Mark gets suspicious and hires Detective, who finds out what’s going on. Selene eventually leaves Mark for Colonel, but Mark wants to “remain friends” in order to exact revenge. Mark becomes a celebrity.

Proof of affair (it’s not much, but I feel it adds to the story): 

Mark begins to dabble in the occult as part of his revenge plan. He buys this new mansion. By this time, he is deep into some dark shit, which is why Selene has always had a bad feeling about the house. Darkiplier is forming.


The Party

Mark’s plan for revenge is complete. He invites everyone to the party. He invites the Colonel because, revenge. He invites Damien because they’re close friends and he’d be easier to possess, he invites the Detective so that the Colonel will be blamed for the murder, and he invites us because we are spiritually attuned. (Not super confident on the “us” reason.)

So, everyone arrives and is partying it up. However, the butler is serving spiked drinks, either at Mark’s command or, more likely, without knowing they’ve been spiked.. I mean, we take one sip, trip BALLS, forget 99% of the night, and pass out. Seemingly so does everyone else. Additionally, whatever is in these drinks causes violent tendencies and anger - we flip people off, Colonel brings out his gun, the Detective straight-up punches us. I’m guessing some of the drinks have Ketamine, PCP, or something similar. During this time where everyone is out of it, Mark lures the Colonel elsewhere, and uses the drug’s effects to provoke the Colonel into killing him. The Colonel remembers nothing, or hopes it was all a bad dream. Mark possesses Damien.

Violence/anger collage:

Note: it is possible that Mark simply killed himself in a sacrifice, but that’s less fun.


The Day After

We find Mark’s body (it falling was either Mark fucking with us, or just a cool video choice), and Damien(Mark) sees that Colonel isn’t around. He goes to see if Colonel is upset, and finds that the Colonel doesn’t even care that Mark is dead. This gravely upsets Damien(Mark), but he plays it cool and plays his character well. He allows everyone to shift blame around, all the while knowing that the Detective will finger the Colonel as the murderer.

However, Mark knows that getting revenge on only one half of the cheating duo isn’t enough. He needs full revenge. He knows that the Colonel would tell Selene where he was that night, and that she’d show up eventually when he didn’t return home. However, Mark was not expecting Selene to be in-tune with the occult, thus Damien(Mark)’s exclamation, “I just didn’t think that you were the type to become mixed up in all this.” Fortunately for Mark, her powers aren’t too powerful. Mark is able to manipulate the seance in order to get everyone outside and away from Selene. Although Selene isn’t fond of Damien (“I don’t need help, especially from you,” presumably because he took Mark’s side during the affair), Damien(Mark) stays behind, preparing revenge.

Damien(Mark) attempts to kill/possess Selene, but her practice with the occult causes things to go awry. Instead of things being easy, like Damien, Selene fights back, and we see the flashes of lights and Selene’s torn apparition. George closes the door, but Selene is killed and her body is destroyed in Mark’s attempt, as is Damien’s. 

Sensing his plan is going awry, Mark then attempts to possess you. He is mildly successful but is unable to complete a full possession. Mark, not fully grasping us, leads us to the room that points to the Colonel being guilty, allowing the Colonel to find us there. This results in a scuffle that Mark hopes results in our death, and it does. As we die, we hear a deep voice say “It’s me.”

At this point, Selene and Damien are no more. Darkiplier is using visions of people we trusted in order to manipulate us. Selene is red. Damien is blue. But who is in the middle, grey? Mark’s body. Mark. “Let me in.” “You have a choice here,” but being given no choice. We are being manipulated. This is Darkiplier. Our body is then brought back, driving the Colonel mad, and our mind/soul is left behind.

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decided to draw some of my faves over the years. apparently my thing is guys who think they’re cool but are actually huge losers…. and then there’s oot link who’s just too good for this world.

check out the pic captions for names & series 8′)

Things I keep AND recommend you keep in a travel bag (For Autistics)

-Noise blocking headphones, Awesome when you have to sit around loud people and don’t want any noise

-Earbuds/Headphones, for listening to music or watching videos

-Tablet/Phone/Ipod If you have one, perfect for playing games or listening to music or watching videos

-Tangles, I use the Tangle Jr. but overall it’s awesome for fidgeting

-Chewey necklaces, I like to use the ones that look like normal jewelry, in case I’m around people that are rude when I stim

-Fidget Cube, I love these, easy to use in your pockets so you don’t have to deal with judgemental people

-Travel pecs book if you need it, I get pretty Non-Verbal in public, so this helps me tell people what I need/want. My travel pecs book is just smaller and only has things to do with traveling, so I have stuff in there like restaurants, stores, the food I want to eat etc. I also have it so I can change out the pecs that would be relevant to that trip.

-Stress ball, I have one that is shaped like an alien, so if you can find one that relates to your special interest that makes it even better

-Plastic baggie full of textured items, mine has things like fabrics, sandpaper, feathers, and straws 

-Something to do with your special interest, it can be a book, a stuffed animal, anything really

-Small bottles of scented oils, if I’m going out to eat it helps distract me from the other smells in the restaurant

And that’s about it, I use a pretty big bag that has a lot of room in it. Sometimes if I’m going to be gone overnight I also bring my weighted blanket and weighted stuffed dinosaur.

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fic: knock me out, I fall apart - Dragon Ball
Vegeta muses on his race's history and culture in light of Bulma's pregnancy.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Dragon Ball Super; Bulma/Vegeta; General; 600 words; Complete

hahahaha i can actually still write words that might actually make sense in order, who’d’a thunk it? And a whole new fandom too. I’m about 99% sure this is @stlgeekgirl ‘s fault, because she posted some V/B stuff and I … kind of fell down a rabbit hole, found @ladyvegeets and @nala1588 and @vegetapsycho‘s tumblrs and HERE WE ARE, THANKS A LOT U GAIZ

There was going to be some pregnant smut too, but that didn’t quite happen.

anonymous asked:

One of my favourite stories is that in our health class in 8th grade we had to play this game to show we were '''''''mature'''''' enough for the class- basically we had to scream the words 'penis' and 'vagina' at the top of our lungs without smiling or laughing. The teacher called me out for laughing but I wasn't laughing at the game- I was laughing cause some poor sod tripped over a yoga ball laughing and threw himself over a fucking table.

WILD

So i thought about a third alternative ending for Life is strange

I would have taken that road in a fucking heartbeat. I was based on this pic:

It would take place AFTER you pick the sacrifice Chloe ending. Here’s how it goes:

As i focused on the blue butterfly, everything started to vanish around me. I still can’t get used to the feeling; my eyes always feel like they are going to pop out, and just as i feel like i am going to pass out, i am suddenly on the picture scene again. No matter how many times i have done it, i still have to blink a few times to realize what just happened.

I found myself in the bathroom, holding my instant camera, which had not been broken yet. The picture fell from the camera and a blue butterfly appeared on it. It is actually a beautiful picture. It would have won the Everyday Hero contest right away.

“When a door closes, a window opens, or something like that.” I remember the last single thought that slipped through my mind right before all of this nightmare started. I still feel like i’m gonna wake up at some point. I’m hoping on it.

Then the reason why i am here, in this bathroom, with the blue, beautiful butterfly, hits me like a train; i’m going to kill my best friend. My lover, my partner, my everything.

I used to believe love was a cliche. A cute, heart filling, warming cliche. But a cliche after all. I never expected it to be anything like this. This is pure, raw, fierce. This is like a beautiful knife pouring my guts off my chest, not some dumb butterflies. This is like a gorgeous pain i never want to stop feeling. It feels like the most incredible way of dying. It makes me feel, like i have never felt in my life.

And it was all going away. Because of me. Because of my stupid, amazing rewind power.

“It’s cool, Nathan… Don’t stress… You’re okay, bro. Just count to three…” Nathan entering the bathroom interrupted my thoughts. I counted the seconds until the door was supposed to open again. “Don’t be scared… You own this school… If I wanted, I could blow it up… You’re the Boss…”. That’s when i hear the door slide open. That’s when the love of my life entered the room, just so i could kill her.

I think that, if i had to consider the worst way to torture someone, everything considered, it would be to give them a rewind power. The worst thing you can take away from someone is time. And this power took it all from me. It would be logical to think otherwise; if anything, a rewind power gives you more time. But the thing is, when you rewind, nothing that occurred in the meantime happened. Only you have the memories. And that right there, is torture. Right now, the punk blue haired gorgeous girl i love is thinking that no one is alive to love her. She thinks that she is not wanted, that she is a burden.

And, god, could she be more wrong?

But she doesn’t know. Nothing happened to her. Not the pool, not the dare kiss, not the actual kiss, nothing. She doesnt even know im back in this fucking town.

“So what do you want?”

“I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let’s talk bidness.”

“I got nothing for you.”

“Wrong. You got hella cash.”

I cant hear this. I cant bear this. I cant. I thought. I wanted to scream, i wanted to die right there. I couldn’t handle the pain.

So that’s when it occurred to me.

To be fair, it would hurt Chloe less. She doesn’t know all that happened between us this week. To her, it would be just an old friend dying tragically. Its not exactly a pink-colored situation, i know. But it is another way. I can intervene without my powers. I can save Chloe and Arcadia bay. I just have to die instead.

“Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin’ drugs n’ shit to kids around here… I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.”

“Leave them out of this, bitch.”

“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!”

“You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!”

I remembered that this was when Nathan took the gun out, so i emerged from the back of the stalls to face them. This was my moment to shine.

“Nathan, wait!” I shouted.

“What the fuck?” He screamed, turning around, now pointing the gun to me.

“Oh my god” Chloe said, almost whispering. “Max”

“Chloe, shut up” I said. “Nathan, please put down the gun. I know what you are going though. I know everything.” I know he was going to shoot me anyways. But i had to try.

“What the fuck do you mean? You know nothing!” Nathan screamed histerically. “Nobody know anything!”

“I know about Mr. Jefferson” I said in a lower voice. “Just please, listen to me.”

“Max, what the fuck is going on?” Chloe said, now crying. If only i could hold her and catch the tears.

“Chloe, i love you, but please just shut the fuck up. Nathan, could you please put down the gun so we can talk?”

Nathan was mute now. I know i shocked him by telling him about Mr. Jefferson. I noticed how the trembling in his hands was starting to quicken and intensify. It wasn’t a good sign.

“No one can know about that. He will kill me. You cannot know!” Nathan cried out. He had a serious expression now. Like he had just assumed something. Like he had taken a decision.

“I do, Nathan, and i can help you. I know you are not like this. I promise-” Suddenly, my words were interrumpted by a major noise. It was deafening. Then i felt an incredible pain in my guts, and i found myself falling.

It was as if i was seeing everything in slow motion, like when i got to save kate. I saw everything. I saw Chloe crying her heart out running towards me. I saw Nathan screaming, shouting something, though i couldn’t understand what. I saw the floor turn red. I saw Nathan suddenly running away.

And i saw a beautiful face right in front of me.

“Chloe” i whispered, smiling.

“Max, don’t do this to me. Please.” I could tell behind Chloe’s tears that she was confused. After all, having your five-years-vanished best friend suddenly in a bathroom taking a bullet for you, must be mind blowing. Not in a good way.

“Listen Chloe. I know you must be tripping balls right now. But i have to tell you something before i run out of breath.” I started to feel really, really tired.

“Shut up, asshole! Your are not going to die! You hear me?”

“Chloe, i want to tell you a million different things, but i’m just going to say this; i’m in love with you. I love you so much it hurts more than this fucking bullet. Please never think you are not loved, because i could have never loved someone as much as i love you, okay?”

“M-max, I… what the hell? you must be losing to much blood…” Chloe stuttered. I could feel her tears falling in my face, but i didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now.

I heard screaming outside the bathroom. I was running out of time.

“Chloe, i know what you have been through. I know you are hurting so badly, and that you think that you are such a waste of space. I know i bailed on you for all this time, and i cannot tell you how sorry i am. I was the shittiest person on earth”.

“Well, i think that taking a bullet for me might be a good apologize” Chloe smirked between tears. God, was she beautiful.

“I know about Rachel, Chloe. And I’m so, so sorry. Please talk to David and warn him about Mr. Jefferson. He will know what to do.” I was starting to feel dizzy.

“How do you know…?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is i’m here, and i could save you. You don’t know how many times i had to save your beautiful ass, you dork. But it was worth it, it was worth it every goddamn time” i laughed. “I love you, Chloe Price. You are my partner in time, my pirate, my best friend, my everything. And if i could lend to you all these memories, i would in a heartbeat” Suddenly, i just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

“I dont know what the fuck is going on right now. But i love you to death, Max. I always did.” Chloe caressed my cheek as she comforted me. And then, as if she was reading my mind, she leaned over and kissed me. As she pressed her lips to mine, i opened my mouth as if i was gasping for air, and kissed her lower lip. I could tell she was surprised, but she followed my lead, opening her mouth this time. I felt electricity running through my veins as our tongues touched. I wished i could stay in that very moment forever, despite the pain and nausea i was feeling. I didn’t give a fuck, i just wanted to kiss her, i just wanted her. Always.

“Max, please don’t leave me. Please.” She said, sepparating a few inches her face from mine. I could almost feel the knot in Chloes throat forming again. “I cant handle this. I just got you back. Please.”

“I will always love you, Chloe. Always. I will always be watching over you.” As cliche and cringy this sounded to me, i couldn’t mean more every single word.

“Max…” Chloe’s face deformed into a crying face.

“Be the though punk i know you are, Price. Man up.” I smirked, as i tried to lift up my hand to hold her face. She saw this and held it with the hand that wasn’t caressing me. “And, Chloe Price?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you forget about me” I said, ironically.

“Never”

Suddenly i felt like i was floating. I was lifting myself from the ground, and everything started going black. And then, it hit me. I wasn’t granted the power to rewind time. I wasn’t cursed. I wasn’t being tortured. I was granted the power to save my whole life; my town and my lover. The ability to rewind time was just the tool.

And as i drifted into the nothingness, I gave my favorite blue haired punk one last smile.

I thought i saw a blue butterfly fly by…

‘everyone thinks they know what I am
I just want to prove them wrong…
…I wanna go to space.’


((Because tripping balls on the floor of a shower cubicle fully clothed leads to honesty hour for Rick.


Random IC garbage for College AU Rick and Ford with @fordfpines ))