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not this flopping…. do u guys hate me be honest
the week after we died.
a poem about life after the death of andre kriegman and calvin gabriel, written by me.
we lie on the cold floor,
brains and bone shattered and splayed on tile.
the body bags are too big.
they aren’t made to hold someone so small.
the strength and weight of our guns had left us.
with tortured minds,
our families tear through our belongings,
yearning for a letter, an explanation
of where they went wrong,
but they will find nothing.
they will go outside and spot the fire pit,
find the charcoals still smoldering.
burnt plastic and flakes of paper
that can only be explained by a tape,
by a video made in solitude.
the church refuses to hold our funerals.
we are buried with no celebration,
caskets closed for the sanity of others.
there is a family gathering for those who care:
our siblings, our parents, rachel, and mel.
our hell is our minds,
focused on one singular thought.
we go in circles,
finding ourselves in the exact place we tried to escape,
hurtling towards the point of extinction.
people are told not to live in the past
as if their loved ones do not reside there.
they are told that life will be better without us,
that life will be happier and more fulfilling,
but how can anything fill the void in which we used to reside?
we lie on the cold floor,
now only in memory and in mind,
as people avoid the space where we lay.
the way they swerve around the spot is almost natural,
as if we were designed for their hatred.
the week after we died,
graduation was halted.
the week after we died,
the police came knocking.
the world fell apart in the week after we died.
guys. guys. look at this. look at slushy andre. i am in love.
having fun before the end times
dumb things that are weirdly hot
- someone leaning over and buckling my seatbelt
- tying my shoe for me (especially if you pat it afterwards??)
- zipping up my jacket
- making me hold your hand before crossing the street
- moving me by my belt loops/waist
- handing me my water bottle to make me drink it
- slightly condescending nicknames
- "why don't you be a good girl and *instructions*?"
- brushing my hair out of my face
- opening my drinks for me
- lifting my chin to make me look you in the eye
A new chapter is out.
I managed to get the chapter in Japanese. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to download it so I tried to take screenshots and upload the album (please let me know if yours opens in the correct order or not). The chapter was really interesting, although short, I tried to translate it from Google translator and I even understood what it was about :D. Perhaps later I will be able to write a longer review.
Now back to our scheduled programming lol
(Please ignore how ugly it looks, I am tired)
I wanted to try this on Oct 1 but my lazy ahh slacked off and didn't finish it untill now🙏🙏🙏😔
BUT ANYWAY
I thought it would be fun to try a Your Character Here thingy but HALLOWEEN ‼️‼️😱😱😱
If you want, you can draw as many goobers (spooky and none) in thier spookiest Halloween costume with the scary man‼️‼️‼️‼️
(Incase you couldn't tell.... he's a pumkin......🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯)
BDHSHSBDB YEAHH you can use the lil idea poses or you can make your own‼️‼️‼️
Blank base below❗️❗️❗️
meet the bois! these are the main bois in my story, all made on Doodle Face (except Mary ofc)
1. First we have Sera, the sweetest little strawberry in the basket!
2. Oli, the *main* main boi, very protagonist
3. Evan, the toughest boi in the basket. Don't mess with them or their friends or they'll mess you up!
4. Nick, the adventurous boi, charasmatic YouTuber guy lol
5. Oh wait... Mary's here too lol. yeah... she's uh... she's there. oh boy. she's there. o-o
I'll post about each of these characters individually some time (probably when I get around to drawing more of them lol). for now, meet the bois!
Share your pride day 18: tag someone cute or nice!
I’ll tag someone who’s both!
@sleepdeprivedcracker 💜💜💜💜
KLOKTOBER DAY 1
your favorite character
happy october!! snb pickles save me save me snb era pickles
To those who don't know, I'm actually a really big Kirby fan, and long ago before I even knew Tumblr existed I had many a OC. I still do but they're somewhere in a vault I think... This is a Sona of mine though and is actually rather new!
YOOOOOO I just got a frickin plate thing signed by the dub voice actor for GUIDO MISTA HIMSELF
HELL YEAH
🔞 "The Echo Garden" Ch 50: "happy-sad"
Ch length: 6850 Fic length: 325,836
HOLY MOLY I can't believe this thing is 50 chapters long!!
Link to Ch 1!
Enjoy! 💕
Imane Khelif of Team Algeria celebrates winning the gold medal after the Boxing Women's 66kg Final match on day fourteen of the Olympic Games Paris 2024 at Roland Garros on August 09, 2024.
Such a shame
Alice was having fun, who would've thought that she would enjoy hanging out with her older sister's friends would be so enjoyable, she had to admit she was honestly surprised when her sister told her she was invited to the Halloween party. Not that she was complaining, she adored her sister and anything to do with the woman.
Alice was sitting on the table, listening as two of her sister's friends talked about something she frankly didn't understand before they suddenly turned their attention to her.
“Hey, that's a cute Alice in wonderland costume”
The one dressed up as a werewolf stated, and they could both see how Alice puffed up with pride when he said that because the other one, dressed as a zombie, continued and said;
“Yeah, especially with how your name is Alice, its cool how its on theme”
She felt a smile involuntarily plaster itself on her face when they both complimented her, the kiddo felt so happy that not one but two of her sister's friends complimented her that she didn't even question their next request, didn't even think it over.
“You know what would be even cooler? If you went down to the basement and brought something up from there, they say it's haunted!”
Alice nodded her head and happily agreed to do it, she wasn't a wimp, no, not at all. She didn't ask where the duo got the keys to the basement when they handed them to her, the house may have actually been one of theirs, she didn't know nor did she care.
As she walked up to the basement door and unlocked it, she was pretty sure she saw her sister out of her peripherals, but she wasnt there when Alice turned. Even though the kid was a bit disappointed, she wanted to hug her lovely sister, she just shrugged it off and opened the door to the basement, Alice could understand why people would think it's haunted, with how the door seemed to scream in pain with rust and all the cobwebs past it, luckily the sounds of the party around her covered the sound of the way too loud door.
Alice just walked down the stairs, not hesitating due to the spiders, well, the thought of spiders, she couldn't actually see any spiders present, just their webs.
“Wow, when was the last time they cleaned this place… and how far down does it go?”
The kid thought as she kept going down, she would swear she's been walking down these stupid stairs for a solid five minutes!
Alice then heard a creak behind her
She slipped and started tumbling down…
…and down…
…and down…
…and down…
Until she hit the ground.
Alice laid there for a little bit, falling down who knows how many stairs hurt like hell…
as expected, but at least she made it down faster. Once she was able to get her bearings and stand up, she continued on ahead, there was no way she was going to go back now, she wasn't a scaredy cat and she said she would bring something up with her to impress both her sister and her sisters friends.
She continued deeper and deeper into the sinister room, passing by some old boxes she didn't bother to try and open, they were way too big and she was way too small to reach the top of them to look inside.
She kept wandering further, eventually stumbling into a door within the basement. After a bit of struggle she managed to open the door, at least this one didn't squeak loudly like the one upstairs, even though the floorboard did when she stepped inside.
“Why would one family need so many mirrors?.. Or this big of a basement? It's not that big of a house…”Alice thought she entered the room, every inch of every wall was covered in mirrors, the only area without them being a path on the floor. She just kept pushing forward, trying to ignore the movement she was sure she was seeing at the edges of her vision, that was until she reached the door at the other end of the room of course, there was even a mirror attached to the damned door!
She let out a quiet sound of irritation, she was never a fan of mirrors nor of carrying them, the fragileness always put her on edge, but at least normally she had her sister's help. Now, however, she kind of had no choice but to struggle alone with how the mirror was placed partially against the handle, her sister would be so helpful right now. She moved the mirror off the door with quite a bit of difficulty and placed it on the floor before continuing on her way.
Poor Alice hated the next room more, there wasn't anything explicitly wrong with it, it was just a square room with gray carpet and brick walls, but it made her think of her father, of a bad, bad man she is still forced to see, for her sisters sake, as the older still loved him .
“I need to get out… screw their ‘thing from the haunted basement’, I'm leaving!”
She wasn't leaving, Alice decided to overcome her fears and continue further into the room to find something cool, her sister's friends would look down on her if she didn't, and her sister would be proud if she was brave.
“Why would I care what they think!? And my sister would rather me be safe than brave! Why did I even come down here in the first place?.. I didn’t question anything they said…”
She stopped thinking about that and kept on her journey, stopping this idiotic panic and continuing on.
“Actually, why didn't I question that weird voice in my head? I'm not listening to you, you filthy demon!”
The next thing Alice knew the floor opened up, dropping her into an empty pit and causing her to fall for the second time that day.
“What the-!”
The feeling of hitting the ground was just slightly less painful than last time, but it was just as jarring, the feeling of grass tickling her face was also rather unpleasant… Wait, grass?
I dragged myself up, looking around my surroundings, I was in some kind of forest clearing. There were mushrooms and large swirling trees that all lead up to a hole in the sky. It kind of looked like I was in heaven with how beautiful it was.
“That hole must be where i fell through”
I thought as I started moving forward, there was no way in hell I was staying here, no matter what the malevolent voice in my head said, I needed to get back to my sister. The voice was never malevolent, as it was only trying to ensure her success.
“Filthy liar… you are treating me like a soulless puppet in your game!”
The young girl incorrectly thought, but the voice was well aware of the existence of her free will and neither of them were playing a game of the voices creation, the narrator was just attempting to lead them both through a story created by someone else.
A look of realization crossed Alice's face as she figured out the voice may be just as trapped as she is, before it contorted to irritation as the voice continued to narrate her, she scoffed and waited for the voice to tell her where to go, hopefully finally letting it do its job without further interruptions.
“Shut up and tell me where to go already!”
Alice rudely thought before following the narration and turning left, finding two doors. The one of the left being her way out.
“What's behind the right one?”
Alice thought, expecting the voice to tell her, but unfortunately the voice was not able to tell her that it was what laid behind the door, nor how utterly shattering and distressing it would be for Alice if she went through the wrong door.
“I wonder…”
But the girl did not listen to common sense and opened the door anyway, behind it there was a dark staircase, one that looked exactly like the one she went down when she first got trapped in this ‘basement’. She hesitated for a moment but then stepped inside, the musty air wrapping around her like a heavy blanket as she descended, she could barely see in front of her as she went deeper and deeper down, eventually passing the step where she fell. When she finally reached the bottom, she was met by a sight that would forever be ingrained in her mind. There, lying motionless on the cold floor, was a figure that looked just like her—pale and lifeless, surrounded by dark, smeared marks, the figure's head cracked open from the fall.
Panic surged through her, tightening around her chest.
“I… No, this isn't real. You're playing with my head!”
she thought, stumbling backward. The sight was horrifying, too vivid to be a mere trick of the light. She pressed her hands to her face, desperately trying to convince herself it wasn’t true, but the chilling reality clung to her like a nightmare.
Her heart raced as the air grew thick and suffocating, she turned to flee but stopped when she saw another chilling sight. Standing right there behind the step where Alice fell, was her sister, chuckling with nothing but amusement in her eyes.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Alice.”
The older woman said, mockery dripping from her tone.
Alice’s heart dropped as the realization hit her. Her sister had pushed her. The memory of the shove, the sudden loss of balance, all suddenly appeared— She never fell, it was her own blood that betrayed her.
“What's wrong Alice? Sad? it's your own fault really, you always had to get in my way, and now look at you” The woman said, taunting Alice “nothing but a bloody corpse with a soul ripped in two”
That statement did not help Alice's rapidly deteriorating mental state, the sudden understanding that the ‘weird voice in her head’ that she called a ‘filthy demon’ was nothing but a piece of her own consciousness, one that was trying to prevent her from realizing what had truly been her fate.
Alice’s breath came in shallow gasps as fear morphed into a blend of horror and anger. She, no, we were trapped, not just by the basement, but by the twisted intentions of our sister. The nightmare wasn’t just in the basement; it was standing right in front of us, wearing the face of someone we trusted.
.
.
.
It took two weeks for our corpse to be found, and another two for our funeral to finally be held. We stood there, right beside our open casket as the farewell happened, the mortician did a good job, we only looked like we were asleep. But that did little to ease the unnerving feeling of watching our own funeral.
We sat there as our family cried, sat there as so many people muttered out their last goodbyes to us, sat there as people called our death a horrible accident, sat there as our parents and some teachers gave speeches, we started moving when our sister walked up to the podium.
We were right beside her as she spoke of us, as she said how much she loved us and would miss us.
We followed as she stepped onto the first step off the podiums stage. We stood next to her open casket just 3 weeks later, it's a shame she was so clumsy and accidentally fell and broke her neck at our funeral service.
Such a shame indeed...
This is my submission for @olis-inkwell-symposium monsters in the mirror challenge, it was so much fun to write this!
(i don't even remember the last time i wrote a story for fun and not school)
Here's to document if someone would prefer to read it there