sign in the silence

The signs as excellent horror films

Aries: Alien (1979)

Taurus: The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Gemini: The Shining (1980)

Cancer: It Follows (2015)

Leo: Rosemary’s Baby (1968)

Virgo: The Exorcist (1974)

Libra: Goodnight Mommy (Ich seh, Ich seh) (2014)

Scorpio: The Babadook (2014)

Sagittarius: Black Swan (2010)

Capricorn: Les Diaboliques (1955)

Aquarius: The Blair Witch Project (1999)

Pisces: Misery (1990)

How long the signs can go without talking to someone
  • Aries: about a day because they're reasonable and will want to resolve whatever happened, will probably be angry but thats fine
  • Taurus: 3 minutes before they start yelling at you again
  • Gemini: a good 2 days if you made them rather mad but won't wanna stay in that weird awkward no talking phase
  • Cancer: a peacemaker so probably like a minute
  • Leo: a couple months, maybe even years if they can't be bothered anymore
  • Virgo: 7 hours, they don't wanna seem desperate but still wanna be social and have friends
  • Libra: 12 minutes because their life is their friends
  • Scorpio: either an hour or a year there is no inbetween
  • Sagittarius: will be passive aggressive, probably gives like 8 weeks of toleration before they initiate sussing it out properly
  • Capricorn: eternity.
  • Aquarius: hates hates being in the no talking zone and having 'beef' with people, so abouts half an hour
  • Pisces: 2 SECONDS FLAT

anonymous asked:

How do you know if you're in love?

When something cool happens and you can’t wait to tell them about it, I think that means you’re in love. If ya wanna hear every little dumb detail of their day I think that’s a pretty good sign too. Comfortable silences, knowing every little freckle and the way their face crinkles when they smile, if the little things about them make you feel all gooey in your heart I think that’s love.

US Presidents As Dril Tweets
  • George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
  • James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
  • James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
  • John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
  • Martin Van Buren: Food $200
  • Data $150
  • Rent $800
  • Candles $3,600
  • Utility $150
  • someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
  • William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
  • John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
  • James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
  • Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
  • Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
  • Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
  • Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
  • Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
  • James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
  • Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
  • Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
  • Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
  • Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
  • Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
  • Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
  • Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
  • John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
  • Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
  • George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
  • Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
  • George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
  • Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
  • Donald Trump: no
Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) ♡

A/N: I got the name from one of the clothes shops of Saints Row V lol. I plan on making at least two more parts to this, I’m halfway through part two and have the beginning of part three in the works! ^_^. I’m sorry if there’s any misspelling, I get too excited and I tend to rush. Feedback is hella appreciated! - D.

Let’s Pretend: Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant porn stars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decide to show the team.

WARNING: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Soon-to-be-smut. Second hand embarrassment lol.

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The Signs as My Favorite Movies Pt. 2

Aries: V for Vendetta

Originally posted by emilyblunts

Taurus: The Secret Garden 

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

Gemini: Garden State

Originally posted by thefilmagazine

Cancer: Moonrise Kingdom

Originally posted by crazycinephiles

Leo: The Empire Strikes Back

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Virgo:  The Imitation Game

Originally posted by fangirlsruleyay

 Libra: To Kill a Mockingbird

Originally posted by myjustblue

Scorpio: Alien (1979)

Originally posted by floranymphea

Sagittarius: The Silence of The Lambs

Originally posted by midnightmurdershow

Capricorn: The Color Purple

Originally posted by myfriendisaac

Aquarius: Repo! The Genetic Opera

Originally posted by ghostling

Pisces: Mr. Nobody

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

in which jack does not, in fact, go into the NHL

AN: the sequel to this piece. 
TW: Suicidal thoughts, career changes, hard conversations.


When the confetti rained down in the other team’s colors, Jack felt a cold wave of numbness wash over him.

I don’t want to be alive anymore, he thought, chest tightening with shame and fear. I want to die.

A pause. A breath.

Oh.

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Then and Now

hey here’s some @dilfosaur 2demons AU because I love that shit

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“Can I ask you kind of a weird favor?”

Hanzo shrugs one shoulder, his gaze kept on the tiny bonfire between himself and McCree. “I suspect that you will ask me regardless of what I say,” he responds. Which is true–something he has learned about McCree in the past six weeks is that McCree is a very forthright person, when the situation allows for it.

McCree does not take offense, though, instead chuckling as he swigs deeply from a steel flask. He offers the flask to Hanzo, and Hanzo takes it gratefully. Alcohol has simply not been the same since his change 10 years ago, but McCree somehow always has a full supply of a whiskey so potent that even demons can enjoy drunkenness. On some nights, that becomes close to a necessity. 

He drinks, and McCree regards him for a moment. Then he asks, “Can you show me what you look like? What you really look like, as a human.”

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halsey (badlands) / starter sentences.

  • ❛  sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m headed straight for the castle.  ❜
  • ❛  they wanna make me their queen.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no use crying about it.  ❜
  • ❛  do you feel like a young god?  ❜
  • ❛  the two of us are just young gods.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t get cut on my edges.  ❜
  • ❛  my tongue is a weapon.  ❜
  • ❛  if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  i keep a close watch on this heart of mine.  ❜
  • ❛  i walk the line.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ll admit that i’m a fool for you.  ❜
  • ❛  they’re coming for me.  ❜
  • ❛  my mind’s like a deadly disease.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m meaner than my demons.  ❜
  • ❛  who is in control?  ❜
  • ❛  i couldn’t stand the person inside me.  ❜
  • ❛  i turned all the mirrors around.  ❜
  • ❛  goddamn right, you should be scared of me.  ❜
  • ❛  can’t help this awful energy.  ❜
  • ❛  are you insane like me?  been in pain like me?  ❜
  • ❛  do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?  ❜
  • ❛  you run on gasoline.  ❜
  • ❛  i think there’s a flaw in my code.  ❜
  • ❛  these voices won’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  are you deranged like me?  are you strange like me?  ❜
  • ❛  my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.  ❜
  • ❛  keep on haunting me.  ❜
  • ❛  you put a fever inside me.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ve been cold since you left.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ve done some things that i can’t speak.  ❜
  • ❛  i found god.  ❜
  • ❛  i found the devil.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re lost somewhere in outer space.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ve got a lover.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s coming down.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m such a fool to pay this price.  ❜
  • ❛  i found a martyr.  ❜
  • ❛  i found the savior.  ❜
  • ❛  everybody wants to know.  ❜
  • ❛  that’s the beauty of a secret.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t have to fucking tell you anything.  ❜
  • ❛  these days i can’t seem to get along with anyone.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re only happy when you’re sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  i hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re spilling like an overflowing sink.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece.  ❜
  • ❛  you were a vision in the morning when the light came through.  ❜
  • ❛  i know i’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you.  ❜
  • ❛  everything is blue.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m searching for something that i can’t reach.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t like them innocent.  ❜
  • ❛  what happened to the soul that you used to be?  ❜
  • ❛  do you remember the taste of my lips that night?  ❜
  • ❛  i stole a bit of my mother’s perfume.  ❜
  • ❛  i remember the fear in your eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  feet first, don’t fall.  ❜
  • ❛  keep close, stand tall.  ❜
  • ❛  all we do is drive.  ❜
  • ❛  all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.  ❜
  • ❛  all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.  ❜
  • ❛  would it really kill you if we kissed?  ❜
  • ❛  what kind of dough have you been spending?  ❜
  • ❛  what kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?  ❜
  • ❛  we are the new americana.  ❜
  • ❛  my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.  ❜
  • ❛  i sold my soul to a three-piece.  ❜
  • ❛  hold me down.  ❜
  • ❛  knock me out.  ❜
  • ❛  throw me in the deep end, watch me drown.  ❜
Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

Are You Sure About That?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is your best friend in the entire world. Best friends totally spend every weekend together, and walk around holding hands, and cuddling on their movie night, right? 

Note: Just an idea I had one night. Hope you enjoy. 

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