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Funtastic Fun

Growing up in a very large city, you would think that I wouldn’t have much access to the cursed locations so prevalent in small towns. But my life, eh, finds a way.

Between the ages of eight and ten years old, my father and brother and I (and once a small birthday party of children) would visit such a cursed place a few times a year. I do not remember my first visit and I do not remember the last. My brother and I rarely discuss it, as discussing it feels more like talking about an episode of The Twilight Zone or a shared fever dream than a childhood memory. This was the world of Funtastic Fun.

Funtastic Fun was in one of the seedier parts of town, just outside of the main city on the far south of a street called Broadway (which you couldn’t and shouldn’t really go down or get to without a car or taxi.) It had been open in some incarnation or another since the 1980s and was a chronically failing indoor children’s amusement park and arcade. My dad liked it because it was like Chuck E. Cheese’s without the high cost; we liked it because it was never crowded.

The place was a Bosch painting of a carnival, set onto moldy carpet rather than asphalt. In one corner lived the food court and arcade, which my brother and I never visited, but everywhere else there were the rides. Set behind low vaguely threatening gates, they were the reason we came here. 

The Bounce House

Set in the furthest corner of the park, the bounce house was flanked by two giant inflatable clown heads on pikes rather than a simple doorway, and, like everything in Funtastic Fun, was coated in grime. It was overinflated, enormous, and completely unsupervised- the only rule was that you had to take your shoes off (and leave the rest of your clothes on.) 

The Ball Pit

The one place that never tempted me as a kid. I was against ball pits on principle to begin with, they’re basically holes with visible germ spheres, but the Funntastic Fun ball pit was less about ‘gross, some kid probably peed in here’ and more about ‘I think a child was murdered in here in 1994 and they never bothered to fish the body out.’ It was weirdly shallow but you could still never find the bottom. The one time I was in there I grabbed at something coming out that was either rotting food or black mold.

Miscellaneous Artifacts

The middle of the ‘park’ was a kind of no-man’s land where toddlers would usually chose to have tantrums. There was a slide, and one of those oversized barrels made for running/crawling in that was somehow both tacky and slippery (watching kids play in it was like watching feral hamsters.) The most terrifying was an enormous teddy bear that was probably infested with things still unknown to science. You could climb up into its lap and take a picture, but it was sort of like reliving the awful experience of a Mall Santa except now with an elder god. The bear smelled like a mummy. 

The Ferris Wheel

The ferris wheel was probably the only thing luring kids and their parents into this place, as you could see it peeking through the one spot of plexiglass in the institution-like building (it was unpainted concrete but hastily decorated with brightly striped banners and window paint; the kid’s version of a neon sign for a strip club.) The cars of the ferris wheel were shaped like hot air balloons, and they would travel in a lazy arc for a little over five minutes. The whole thing was surprisingly fit to safety codes, probably because it was so popular, but that didn’t exempt the inside of the cars from being coated in gum and the carved initials of the odd teenager that had wandered into the hellscape. The most striking thing was the poorly painted mural of forests and clouds behind it, making it feel like trap that was trying to lull kids into a false sense of wonder.

The Whip

The park had all sorts of more normal rides- teacups, a miniature train, and a carousel being the most popular- but an absolute favorite was the park’s resident safety hazard. The Whip is actually a fairly common fair and park ride (albeit usually with a less threatening name that isn’t hastily scrawled on a hand-drawn sign), it’s a short track with carts on it that ‘whips’ you around in a circle. This thing was exactly that, but ‘built for kids’ with much smaller carts painted like ladybugs and race cars… plus the fact that the track and carts were perpetually rusted. This made it so that the ride would run fairly slowly to begin with but with everything shaking at incredible speed, until you were taking the corners of the circle hard enough for a neck injury. 

The Wall

Without a doubt my favorite place in this G-rated Carnival of Souls; for all the wrong reasons. If the rest of the park was a bit creepy, the wall of shadows was downright horrifying. It was kind of hidden in the back of the whole thing near some funhouse mirrors. It was very quiet, very musty, and very dark, which was a nice relief for my sensory disorder but also felt like being inside of a stranger’s closet. An entire wall of this alcove was coated in a plastic substance the color of the ‘minty’ walls of a hospital or the sick of Regan in The Exorcist. You would stand against it for a few seconds and then step back and see your shadow stuck to it. My brother and I invested far too much of our time with it, begging to visit the wall ‘for one last go’ before each visit was over. I remember my dad didn’t much care for it, and I didn’t have the words or the emotional range to tell him that I didn’t like it either, so much as I was fascinated by it. 

That moment you would unstick yourself from the wall to look at your shadow is something that is probably the strongest tactile memory of my childhood. It was cold like any plastic, but would warm up the longer you stood there, and when you peeled yourself away it was sticky like flypaper. Like all the grime of that place was trying to take you with it. Looking at your shadow was even worse, not euphoric but disquieting. It was you, but, not. I once read an article in a local magazine that mentioned that the wall looked like pictures of the aftereffects of the A-bomb, and given that thinking about the whole experience as an adult the author that comes to mind is Ray Bradbury (and That One Scene in There Will Come Soft Rains) I can’t help but to agree.

Although a related location opened the next town over that used some of the old equipment, the original Funtastic Fun shut down in 2011. I remember driving by it in high school and seeing the shell of the building, and my brother and I both exclaiming in alarm. My dad snorted at us, ‘guys, Funtastic Fun was gross. You were the ones that told me that when we stopped going.’

‘Yeah, we know.’ We both murmured, but neither of us blinked until it rounded the corner.

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yesterday went to the post office
wanted to send letters to some of my tumblr friends
it took me way too long, till I finally had the chance to do that

the guy at the post office forgot to give me one of my receipts
I realized when I was already gone

decided to go back and ask for it.
then he was searching for the receipt
-of course he never found it-

told him how much I paid already for it
how much money I gave him,
and how much money he gave me back

and I know,
he was like,
‘you know the receipt for a simple letter, is not that much big of a deal..’

‘yeah but I want it.’

it wasn’t much, but still,
why he didn’t give me 4 receipts,
and gave me only 3.
I already paid for all

eventually he had to give me a ‘new’ receipt
as probably he never printed the other one..

maybe he forgot,
because of a busy day

but still,
I might needed that receipt for so many reasons..

and I didn’t know if he really sent my 4th letter,
plus what if he actually wanted to put those 90 cents in his pocket..

and 90 cents might look too little,
but it’s almost a euro

and a euro can be really important

13 Facts About Me (aka I got Tagged)

It’s been some weeks since I was tagged by @thatredhead-plays-otome, but until now, I hadn’t found the time to respond. Sorry for the wait. Real life got in the way, and then sinning obligations. :(

But… better late than never in getting to know someone, right? :)  


Rules: tag 10 (or not 10) people you want to get to know better

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i revamped my gifs so i figured i might as well post them all up as a resource for you guys! as if there’s not enough holland roden gif icons out there yet but whatever, here have some sh*t lmao

below the cut you will find #177 100x100 roleplayable gif icons for holland roden, known for her role as lydia in teen wolf, or so i’ve been told. none of the gifs belong to me, and credit to @ddlovatosrps for the gif hunt used. like or reblog if you found this resource useful!

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Beast Gets Cut

The tale of my first surgery and what it was for…

So earlier this week I had an experience, an “adventure” unlike any other; having done such a very good job of avoiding hospitals until this point, at 32 years old the time finally came for my first surgery. 

It was quite a thing, let me tell you, from start to finish. I’ve never actually had to be treated in hospital for a single thing, and can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had to visit one. And this is the story of how it went. If you want to hear what it was for… I’ll save that to the end. You can skip ahead if you like, or read on…

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“If I told you I’m trying to save the world, would you believe me?”
Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

{ the backgrounds aka the photos with trees are not mine. I found them some time ago and I can’t find the source.They were posted by a photographer If i am sure. If I find it, I will write the source. Hope you guys like my little edit with some of the queens of TW^^ }

the signs as shit ive done while drunk
  • aries: watched my friend puke on his own face and instead of helping, laughed hysterically and pointed.
  • taurus: fell off of a lofted bed. twice.
  • gemini: had someone hold my drink while i rolled down the side of a hill
  • cancer: cried because no one would smoke weed with me until someone did
  • leo: shouted "are you daddy" at a bunch of guys playing late-night basketball
  • virgo: drank vodka i found in the trash
  • libra: smeared chili all over my bed, the walls, and found some in the light switch
  • scorpio: drunk called an ex and told him i was gonna fuck him till he bleeds
  • sagittarius: stole a suitcase from some girl's dorm room and had no recollection of it in the morning.
  • capricorn: fell out of a bus in front of a police officer
  • aquarius: got sloppy at my grandma's post-wake dinner
  • pisces: blacked out on one college campus and woke up completely naked on another campus.

“This happened a long time ago, when I was 15, but the impression it caused on me follows me till today, I often have nightmares about it. (By the way, sorry for the bad english, I’m a brazilian girl and the reason why I’m submiting this here is because I felt really relieved when I found out about all this woman going through situations similar to the one I lived).

I was coming back from school on a saturday, from a test. I felt really well, cus the bus arrived quickly and it was almost empty, so I could get the best seat, sitting by a lady I didn’t knew. I was wearing my school uniform, a white shirt and jeans.

After some time, this guy got up and seemed like he was waiting for his stop, standing very close to me. I felt a bit unconfortable, since he was so close and the bus had lots of space for him to stand. But I’ve always been reeeeeally shy, so I didn’t even looked at his face. The bus went on and the man kept there, I tried to go as far as I could from him but he just kept really close, with (what I thought) was his shirt scraping on my arm.

When the situation got ridiculous, with the man holding his body against my arm on the chair really hard, I gathered some courage and turned my face to him: he was masturbating on my arm. IN. A. BUS. around 11 am.

As soon as I lifted my shocked face to him, he went away, as the bus had stopped. I don’t remeber how he looked. The lady beside me asked what happened and I told her. She was a bit shocked. I got home and washed my arm desperatly, couldn’t talk to my parents and called my best male friend. I wasn’t able to say it, but he got the idea and said “looking good huh?” as if I should feel flattered for some guy rubbing his dick on me on a public place.

These situations are common in my country, I once found a website where guys masturbated on buses on girls and filmed it, posting on the site, and other guys would comment and congratulate him. I was so ashamed remembering when it happened to me and so shocked to think that maybe the guy wasn’t a maniac, but a normal machist STUPID man that I couldn’t even denunciate the site.”

Anonymous submission 

“But What Was She Wearing?” is a project documenting what street harassment really looks like. Submit your own to stopthecatcall@gmail.com or via tumblr.

These guys were some more great cosplayers, too! They all looked awesome, and I loved the detail around Jane’s eyes (which is really just devoured by the photo here). They also told me to post it on tumblr, so I hope this isn’t too hard to find for them!

Edit: Cosplayers found!

Eridan: thecrimsonskittle

Terezi: jinxometer

Grimbark!Jade: chippy-lightgaia

The Condesce: shayisveryhungary

Corrupt!Jane: aphlover5

Happy Day-Late Birthday, Welcome to Hell!!!

You might have seen me reblog a few posts about it now (because you guys are more on top of things than I am, apparently), but we’ve just had our first birthday!

June 5th, 2013, I posted the most recent version of my mostly-finished senior thesis film, Welcome to Hell.  (Well, according to you guys anyway.  I can’t find the actual date becasue tumblr and vimeo just kind of round it off, but I’ll take your word for it!!)

I suppose I posted it on vimeo un-privatized around that time.  But I remember posting it here on tumblr on the 9th.

I had it queued to post at a specific time that night, and I left to go eat dinner and watch the Tony Awards.  When I sat back down at my computer an hour later,  I found that it had already been published (whoops), and had hundreds of notes!! 

The notes kept growing and I watched somewhat anxiously waiting for a terrible response, but it never came.  The views kept growing in the coming weeks, and a few people started drawing fanart… and then that caught on, and I would wake up every morning and check the tags to find new stuff… it was crazy. 

A few weeks into it, I thought, ’well, surely this will die down pretty soon’. 






And here we are.

Well okay, that’s an exaggeration.  The activity in the tags kind of ebbs and flows, there have been some droughts, but it’s a year later and I’m still reblogging fanart and reading people’s headcanons and giving novel-length answers to asks that only warranted short ones! 

People have shared their thoughts with me, with each other… people have made friends, and started Skype groups, and wiki pages…  people have told me they’ve met their partners through their shared interest in the film.  People have found love!  People have told me the ways in which they relate to the characters; why it’s important for them to view Sock as media representation for their gender identity.  People have posted the drawings from the margins of their school notebooks, graffiti on their desks, yearbooks, posted selfies of their cosplays they’re working on, made Sock-hat tutorials!!  I’ve even received some nice gifts from you guys!  I’ve seen video games, fanmixes, roleplay-blogs, animated gifs, AMVs, you name it!!  People have been brought together.  People have created stuff.

This is kind of crazy, you guys.  I don’t think a lot of graduation films have followings like this, or followings at all.  I don’t know exactly what that means yet, or if it even means anything.  And I’m not sure where it’s gonna’ go from here. 

But when I check those tags every day and I see what you guys are doing, it’s really kind of awesome.  I would even get a lot of asks from people wanting to know how they could get into animating.  I have things in my life that inspire me, and people I look up to, and characters and stories that make me wanna’ make stuff.  And feel ways about stuff.

And so, it really is the most I could hope for.  If some goofy thing I made inspired or affected people –even in just a small way– the way that I’ve been inspired…?  I don’t know, maybe that sounds ridiculous, but I think that’s the best thing I could ask for.  Keep making stuff and doing things and being good to each other.  Not just within this little fandom, but with whatever you do, let that energy carry over.  : )

So like I said, I’m not exactly sure what the future holds, but I wanted to take a second to thank you all for making this past year a lot easier on me, and for all of your support and enthusiasm. 

Stay spooky!  <3



-Erica