not sure if creepy or not

assbutt-of-the-readers  asked:

Okay so, I watched A Date With Markiplier today (I know, I know, I'm late) and I find it really interesting how in a Date With Markiplier, Dark claims to give you four choices. He says it’s more than he (Mark) ever gave us. BUT! That’s actually not true at all. Sure, he gives us four options but three lead to no where, they just show us how creepy Dark can be. There’s only one option that will lead to some kind of ending. But Mark always gave us two options that could lead to an ending -

- But Mark always gave us two options that could lead to an ending. To me, this shows how manipulative Dark really is. He claims to give us a choice, but there really isn’t one. He claims to care but he really just wants you to what he wants.

That’s probably the most terrifying thing honestly

anonymous asked:

Your Coughin' Crybaby fic came at just the right time-I've had laryngitis since Wednesday-which makes me think, our dear sweet Nevada would probably be overjoyed if his little Crybaby lost her voice XD

ahahah oh my gosh I am sooo sorry you have Laryngitis and I hope you get feeling so much better so soon!! And I have to agree, I’m sure it’d be a good relief… but Crybaby isn’t one to be ignored even if she’s rendered silent… lol!

Nevada woke up to the sound of wheezing? Gasping? He’d seen a horror movie like this before, it was too early to deal with this shit. In very barely the breath of a whisper, he thought he heard his name. Creepy. Very cautiously, he rolled onto his back, and took a quick peek beside him. 

Crybaby was staring straight back at him, bottom lip trembling as she pointed mutely to her lips. 

“What’sa matter with you?” Was she choking? He sat up quickly, cupped her face up in his hands, craned her neck just to end up accidentally causing a coughing fit. “Speak up, what’re you fussin’ about?” 

Her mouth moved- it was familiar, he expected a sharp whine to come out but instead only a low wheeze rumbled through. Nevada squint, and moved his face closer to hers while his wits came back to him. “Baby, you alright?”

She dramatically shook her head, sending blonde curls flying about her face. While grunting, he leaned back, avoiding the whip of her tresses. “Will you fuckin’ talk to me, you’re always bitchin’, just tell me what you-”

Defiantly, Crybaby lolled out her tongue, and pointed back in her throat. Again, a weak whisper that didn’t turn into much of anything; Nevada curled fingers around her neck and flinched at her hot skin. Still sick, apparently, but now they were stuck playing goddamn charades at seven in the morning? What was in those cough meds that chico at the store sold him? He prepared to berate her again, until the dawning of realization came over him-

Wait… she lost her voice? Really, that really happened?

“Fuck yea,” Nevada teased, and shamelessly let her go so he could roll back over to his own side of the bed. Silence? What a blessing. That could happen? Light fists hit at his back; he could take that, though. Easy. “Sorry, Baby, I caaaan’t hear you, I’m goin’ back to beeeeed-” he jut his arm behind him to slap her away, much like he would a bug buzzing in his ear. “You need somethin’ you tell me all ‘bout it cariño, otherwise go the fuck back to sleeeeeeep.”

Crybaby sniffled, scowled, then boldly went to pinch at the meat of his arm. Her tired man howled, and bolted up quick enough to accidentally ram a shoulder against her. The impact caused a gruff ‘ooph’ to rattle in her chest. Nevada went to give her a shove, force her on her own side of the bed, but she stubbornly coiled herself around his arm so he couldn’t rid himself of her. His hand was forced between her thighs, her cheek pressed hard against his shoulder- he was trapped.

Little tears sparked in her eyes, Nevada could feel them fall down his bicep. Why the Hell did she look so cute when she was so goddamn pathetic? “Stop, stoooop,” he begged sleepily, and lay kisses atop her head until she was finally convinced to release him from her vice grip. “You want water?” He rubbed at his eyes, and took a look to see her nodding. Obviously, there was only one way he was going to be able to get some good rest: “You need more meds? That fuckin’ tea shit?”

Sullenly, with her bottom lip plumped proudly, his Crybaby bobbed her head up and down. All of the above sounded lovely. While Nevada started throwing blankets and sheets at her so he could crawl out of the bed, not without a large amount of obscenities spoken in low Spanish mumbles, she worked hard to overcome them. Before he could get too far, she grabbed hold around his wrist, and tugged him back towards the mattress after he rose to his feet.

“You are the most demanding bitch, I swear,” he wagged a finger in her face, prodded at her pout, “even when you can’t fuckin’ talk you manage to really screw up my plans, you know that?”

Ignoring his rather commonplace complaints, Crybaby sweetly lifted herself to her knees, and left a loving kiss delicately on his jaw line. For one of the very few times ever, she managed to tell him exactly what she thought without a whimper or words. Nevada had to crunch his nose to bite back the smirk threatening his face.

“Yea, yea, yea-” he pulled away and sauntered down the hallway, still grumbling to himself and running his fingers through his bed head hair. Quicker he took care of his Crybaby, the sooner he could go back to sleep, but hopefully her being stricken silent would last at least a day or so…

Is it just me or...

Ok I don’t know if I’m delusional from the anti nausea medication I’ve taken but is it just me or in this picture from the animate-onlineshop in Japan of yuri on ice…

Yup looks like the usual normal yuri on ice image but my creepy ass is like HANG ON A MINUTE MATE!!




I’ll just escort myself out of this ship and tag and website and laptop and room and just jump off the nearest cliff…

Originally posted by just-cannibal-things

Originally posted by mokarciesielski

Okay one thing that is so amazing about Moriel is that it’s a relationship between two immortals of roughly the same age, rather than a relationship with an immortal and a girl who 17. And I get the allure of that trope, I get that immortal men will always fall for women with mortal hearts but it’s just an overused trope in YA. And I think it’s a bit damaging tbh because sometimes you’ll have a 16 year old with an immortal and THATS WEIRD AND CREEPY. So I’m happy that sarah gives us Moriel and also that both Aelin and Feyre are 19/20 when they form their mating bonds. (Sure they are still young but I think she is clear to wait until they are adults to have the raunchy fae sex). Because I can’t really get behind 500 yr old men with 16 year old girls and I’ve seen it in some books and it’s just bleh.

anonymous asked:

what is your favorite moment ever (besides finding ring) of any SNM show you've been to?

Actually, finding the ring is not my favorite moment.  (It was amazing, but the night Careena/Matron ran from me in the woods before presenting me with a “fake” ring that I returned to Elizabeth/Hecate was more special, for a variety of reasons.)

For me, easily my most favorite moment ever was on my very first visit, the first moment I stepped off the elevator on the 5th floor alone, separated from my brother, and found myself face to face with a creepy nurse (Stephanie Eaton-Nightengale) in a hospital ward rather than in a hotel, as I expected.  I turned around and saw the door closing, and my brother’s masked face trying to maintain eye contact through the narrowing gap, eyes wide.  Music droning, red glow of the exit light (which to this day I am still not sure if it was as pronounced as I remember it), complete disorientation.  I was overcome with emotion because I realized that something truly special had just happened to me in my understanding of art and how if could be experienced from the inside. I call it “being Punchdrunked.”  I remember relating the experience to Felix Barrett as we spoke one night in the Manderley, and he was giddy with delight at how the moment had played out so perfectly and sucked me in just as it was supposed to.

Of course there are a lot of other moments, and the list tends to change, depending on where my mind is on a given day.  Today, these come to mind:

  • Similarly, the first time I walked into THE DROWNED MAN, again with my brother, made an impression. We walked in together, exited the elevator, moved through the box maze into the town set, looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and turned away from each other and immediately went off in different directions, intentionally separating. I was feeling anxious about being in a new space and a new show.  On one hand, the unknown was welcoming, but at the same time, I was worried I would be lost.  Of course, as soon as I felt a swell in the music and saw a light cue from across the vast space, I instinctively knew what to do and immediately gave way to the sense of being lost and allowed myself to just experience it. I realized that there is a distinctive language that Punchdrunk uses, made up of sounds, and lights, and movement, and set design, and that I was conversant in the language.  It was a wonderful feeling.

  • The second time I had the Mr. Tuttle 1-1 in TDM. It was Mateo Oxley this time around–  very different than the first one I had had. It is the most brilliant execution of a 1-1 I have had in either show.

  • My Boy Witch 1-1 with Conor, when I was in full-on Carnival Fat Lady drag, for reasons that he and I both know well.  :)

  • My first ever 1-1, which was with the Matron (hence the name of my Tumblr).

  • The first time I saw the convergence of Agnes, Malcolm, Speakeasy, Hecate, Cunning Man, and Taxi (in his shop) on high street.  Likewise, the first time I realized that you could stand in a single place in the hotel lobby and see two different scenes happening simultaneously depending on which direction you looked–  making me fully really realize for the first time the concurrent nature of the show.

  • The first night I discovered the Rep bar, empty at the time, neat and tidy as it was pre-rave, and then stumbling back in 30 minutes later, again empty and silent (except for the droning music) to find everything bloody, in disarray, bloody baby in the bowl, realizing that something MAJOR had happened in there since I left, but having no idea the magnitude of the scene I had missed.

  • The first time I realized that Macbeth was up in the balcony watching the rave, and that Lady M was playing much of the scene to him as he watched.

and on and on and on…

the-loner-behind-the-door  asked:

That anon needs to take a chill pill with their green tea. I'm younger than them and swear like a sailor, but I don't go around calling people names on the internet despite the circumstances. You don't deserve all this hate for making a blog dedicated to Amy. I'm sure if she stumbled across your blog, she would really appreciate what you're doing for her. I know alot of us already do.

thank you so much. I really hope she would appreciate the blog and not find it creepy tbh, haha

shook.         thank you guys so much !! i need to say i didn’t expect my portrayal of jughead to bring so many lovely people around here. ( except luis that one follows me everywhere. creepy. ) i will think about making something for you :) i promise but school started again and i’m sure my activity will Suffer from it. i will try to fill my queue with replies & answered memes for when i’m not here. especially this week, because tomorrow alone i have 3 exams.

I’ll be posting a lot of content here! Please be sure to follow me!

  1. Don’t Breathe: Hoping to walk away with a massive fortune, a trio of thieves break into the house of a blind man who isn’t as helpless as he seems.
  2. HushA deaf writer who retreated into the woods to live a solitary life must fight for her life in silence when a masked killer appears at her window.
  3. The Shallows: A mere 200 yards from shore, surfer Nancy is attacked by a great white shark, with her short journey to safety becoming the ultimate contest of wills.
  4. Lights Out: When her little brother, Martin, experiences the same events that once tested her sanity, Rebecca works to unlock the truth behind the terror, which brings her face to face with an entity that has an attachment to their mother, Sophie.
  5. The Boy: An American nanny is shocked that her new English family’s boy is actually a life-sized doll. After she violates a list of strict rules, disturbing events make her believe that the doll is really alive.
  6. SplitAfter three girls are kidnapped by a man with 24 duel personalities they must find some of the different personalities that can help them while running away and staying alive from the others.
  7. Before I Wake: A young couple adopt an orphaned child whose dreams and nightmares manifest physically as he sleeps.
  8. I Am Not A Serial KillerIn a small Midwestern town, a troubled teen with homicidal tendencies must hunt down and destroy a supernatural killer whilst keeping his own inner demons at bay.
  9. Elle: A successful businesswoman gets caught up in a game of cat and mouse as she tracks down the unknown man who raped her.
  10. Arrival: When 12 mysterious spacecraft appear around the world, linguistics professor, Louise Banks is tasked with interpreting the language of the alien passengers inside.

Do you ever read a piece of writing advice so awful you’re not entirely sure if it’s satire or not.

If your character is an evil assassin, you might want to refer to his fingernails as daggers or stabbers.

Stabbers. Stabbers. Yep.

A jealous ex-girlfriend might have witch hooks or tentacles. Sugar- or flour-coated hands could be clues that a protagonist is a baker. Or a serial killer with a fetish.

Well this has taken an odd turn.

Use ‘hands’ too often, and the word will annoy readers. English offers a multitude of options.

Oh no.

Analyze what the hands are doing and assign a noun that suits them. In addition to the following, check the Movement section for verbs you could convert into nouns. For example, ‘boo-boo soothers’.

Get the fuck out of here.



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I need to share what I found in my attic last night

By reddit user A10A10A10

I’m an old man living alone in an old house.  My wife and I bought it 10 years ago, just before she passed.  I don’t know how old it is.  If I had to guess, I’d say at least 150 years.  It’s your typical old house in back country southern United States, surrounded by forest and far from the closest neighbor.

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So I’m pretty sure you guys have heard of this now, but just in case you guys didn’t hear or know, the FANSITE (!!!) “Mark in My Heart” and “MyteryStranger” are certified creepy fucking SASAENGS!!!

This is so sad, Mark was so scared of her that whenever he saw MIMH he would call his parents!! Well done to Doyoung and Donghyuck for outing her.

This post was made to expose them, especially since Mark & Jeno are minors.

Please reblog and boost to spread awareness.

Musicals Described by Someone Who's Only Heard a Few Songs
  • Chicago: There's a WHOLE TON of jazz & someone goes to prison for a while
  • Wicked: Alphabet and Glissando become besties and sing about being besties
  • Hamilton: Pretty sure it's literally just the story of Alexander Hamilton
  • Phantom of the Opera: There's a party then this girl gets haunted but TWIST the ghost is INSIDE HER MIND (also she might love him? Unsure)
  • Book of Mormon: Mormons. Mormons everywhere. Spooky.
  • Annie: She's an orphan and that's not good because SOCIETY
  • Oliver: He's also an orphan?? Basically Annie I think.
  • Into the Woods: Fairy tales an stuff, a creepy dude sings to a girl at some point, everyone sure loves AGONY.
  • Sweeney Todd: Don't go on that street idiot
  • Music Man: This guy has got a lot of trombones follow him children.
  • The Producers: They want to produce something but halfway through they don't want to anymore so they just make fun of Hitler?
  • Stomp: