who's you and me

All the urban legends came true at once.

Of course, I was six pages deep in a tax audit at the time. Chewing a pen when a rash of mothers with broken backs were rushed to the hospital, courteousy of uncareful feet smashing on cracks. Doctors, unsure at the time, blamed osteoporosis.

It was watched pots that remained cool. Or salt thrown over a shoulder that - for a second - showed a devil’s eye. Or it was the alligators. Don’t get me started on the alligators.

But something was the first whisper of what we’d woken up. Nobody wanted to say it out loud, because it sounded so ridiculous. It was a secret that swelled in our cheeks. Phrases we had always said that went silent.

All the hauntings came true. We had photograpic evidence of spirits. That’s probably what started the mass hysteria.

Some things took longer. Rubbing a statue for luck or breaking a mirror. Delayed response. One bad day turns into a bad month. Then you’re at the local witch place begging for a respite - seven years of bad luck?! - and she’s shaking her head. Nothing to be done.

Oh, the witches. The funny thing is that when people have always called you a witch, they’re surprisingly needy when you turn out to be one. When the world shifted, little towns who avoided one woman for her witchiness were now flocking to her because their legend had made her become one.

Pens mightier than swords. Avoiding groups of certain numbers. When a knife drops, we all hold our breath for the fight. A fork means company will show up, confused how they arrived.

It got better for a moment, for a breath, while we figured out the rules of it. What was a legend and what was myth. What kind of faith was big enough and what was too big. Some legends only effected certain areas. Some only certain people. We sunk money into infrastructure for once to clear up cracks. Stepped over salt in every building. Sold amulets like trinkets. For a second, we almost got our feet under us.

And then it got worse. Sometimes the company you invited was strange, unhuman. You had to wear iron. We had loved our cryptids until they came down from the mountains, worse than we could have predicted. Bowls of milk were on every window sill but most of them rotted.

In the books, we had all read about the end of the old ones. The unspeakable ones, who went off into the hills one day. Who we cannot say the name of. Who did not exist in the land of buses or planes. Who can steal you if they know your name, who can never lie but do a good job of it anyway.

We were not ready. The Folk showed up through the thin veil, and they were already laughing.

And they were just the beginning.


some of you all are ignoring and shitting on really sweet and healthy straight ships for abusive/pedophilic gay ships because tumblr made you believe that straight means satan

I am anti Chase x Karolina

But if y’all resort to telling people who ship it to die, choke, or wish any other harm on them in what is essentially a fictional ship (yet a very disrespectful ship) you will be blocked immediately. Also you are welcomed to unfollow me because as bad as I find Chase/Karolina, I find telling people to go die over  a ship with fictional characters FAR WORSE. I do not want to be associated with that bs.

my weird cartoony art style and my head canon on how age works for these guys. (in my head they age faster when they’re younger and slower when they’re older so they can live pretty long)

Just once I’d like to see a mainstream TV show where when someone confronts a character about their partner’s cheating, the partner goes “yeah, I know?  As long as they don’t hide it from me, they have my blessing?”

or “yeah, that’s Susan, they’re our third.”

or even the confrontation between the character and their partner where they say “look, I get it if you want to have sex with other people, but the lying is not okay, just tell me what you feel and we’ll come up with something that works for the both of us.”

Basically, let’s get rid of all those cheating plotlines and turn them into consensual polyam relationships instead.

from someone who just recently figured this out: positive attitude is key, self love is key. by having these things you attract better people, better situations, and better outcomes. you attract positivity, which can make things much easier and much better for yourself. 💛💛💛

I played in a game where I didn’t die a single time as mercy yesterday so I guess getting her new achievement is not as impossible as I thought. Still pretty hard