I tried some full art pokemon cards!  Which should I do next? 

Another batch of full-art pokemon cards!  I need….more….!

When you go to a haunted house, it may seem like you’re being funny by trying to scare the actors or jump out at them when you go through a second time, but guess what? ITS NOT FUNNY.

You pay us to scare you. It is your choice to go, so don’t fucking go through if you’re going to ignore the rules and get too close to the actors as a ‘joke’.

These bruises happened because over the course of 4 hours, several people ignored the instructions that CLEARLY stated that they were to wait in the front room until told otherwise. Rather than listen, they ran into the next room and slammed into me- effectively throwing me into the wall. This didn’t only happen once. It happened ten times at LEAST.

Then we had this asshole who thought that once I ‘died’ for the haunt, he could pretend to kick me to see if I’d moved. I, being used to people abusing me- jumped back and slammed my head into the concrete wall.

YOU ARE NOT FUNNY BY BEING RUDE AT A HAUNTED HOUSE. WE ARE PAID ACTORS THAT YOU CHOOSE TO COME AND SEE PERFORM. YOU PAY US TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, SO DONT HIT US WHEN WE DO

I feel that this is relevant considering it is October and more Haunted Houses are opening up. I know it seems funny to scare the ‘monsters’ but all you do is hurt real people. So stop.

It’s not even October but I’m still spreading this

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOSSSSSTTTTT!!!!!!! Now

Yeah…your director may want to consider reblocking

We don’t have a director? Or blocking??? It’s a haunted house bro, not a play

Reblogging for relevance-

I work at a Haunted House every October, and have been for the past few years. Our house in particular is staffed by Volunteer workers who are either earning credits for Graduation, or people who know the Family that owns the haunted attraction. In our City, we’re one of two Haunted Houses, so while we open in late September, we tend to get incredibly busy during the month of October and often work from 6pm until 2, 3am on weekends. 

We do not get paid to help out. Due to our location, we get a lot of drunk guys coming through, and a lot of ‘funny’ teenagers. In my several years working there, I’ve seen Actors get grabbed and thrown, stomped on, kicked, bitten, everything. A lot of the Actors at this attraction are young teenagers, Middle and Secondary School students, so this kind of abuse is terrifying and potentially emotionally scarring.

There’s a position half-way through the house we call ‘Psych Ward’, and it’s essentially a jump scare. The scare is a corner-room, boxed in with walls and broken windows, that the Actor pops out of and shouts and taunts the people going through. October, 2012, a couple were going through the Psych Ward corner and the scare went off as per usual. The girlfriend of this couple got very startled but laughed it off and continued on. The boyfriend, however, back-tracked and went up to the broken window and punched the Actor in the face for scaring his girlfriend. The Actor, who I’m going to call Tracy, had a black eye for a good two weeks solid and the couple had to be escorted out of the house and were banned from the property. Ever since we’ve ruled that Veteran Actors (someone who’s been there for 3+ years) are the only ones allowed in this particular Scaring Spot.

He paid to get scared and then got violent when we delivered.

There are so many stories I can tell of ignorant customers banging back on scares and injuring the Actors inside, grabbing props from the actors and hurting them with it, destroying props because they thought it would be ‘funny’. 

I just want to raise awareness that the ACTORS ARE STILL PEOPLE. We’re instructed to get the best kind of scare out of you, sometimes with no pay at all (like this particular attraction), so please respect our work.

We wouldn’t come to your job, mock you, and push you around trying to be ‘funny’. Don’t come to our job and do that to us!

I literally cannot believe people are angry over this post saying “don’t fucking beat up actors”

I work at a haunted hayride and a guy tried to dropkick me in the chest and knee me in the face because he thought it was funny.

I got in trouble for breaking character to tell him to fucking stop.

Ive been hit so many times this season it has left cuts and bruises. Back in 2015 I was fucking choked and dragged behind a wagon because a lady was drunk and her son had to pry her hands off me because IM NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH YOU OR FIGHT BACK.

Most recently, a customer groped my breasts and twisted my fucking nipples. Apparently, she did it to AT LEAST twenty other actors.

THAT IS SEXUAL ASSAULT YOU ASSHOLES. ITS NOT OKAY.

Most recently a customer fucking kicked me and sent me to the goddamned hospital.

WHEN YOU GO TO A HAUNTED HAYRIDE / HAUNTED HOUSE, REMEMBER YOU LITERALLY PAID US TO SCARE YOU.

THE ACTORS ARE REAL PEOPLE.

DO NOT FUCKING HIT US.

Why the fuck would you even do this holy shit

Hey guys i know this is out of theme but that comment from @witchcryptid was me and my old url. I plan on working this job again this year if at all possible, so here’s an added psa:

If your family or friend(s) force you into a haunting, be upfront as best you can and tell actors as they come up “please do not scare me i am too anxious / scared” and 9.99/10 times we will listen and leave you alone. just communicate with us even though we most often cannot communicate back.

Also, please remember to keep your hands off of us during your haunting, and also please try to step in or speak up if you see people trying to touch us, assault us, or talking about planning to touch or hurt a staff member.

We cannot do anything and will most likely get in legal trouble for touching you in defense.

Thank you and have a spooky fall 🌻🍁🍂🍃

I…I feel really upset that this has to be a reminder ._.

I mean they should know you’re…justacting.

jesus christ…

I don’t even do haunted houses (I’m one of those aforementioned anxious people) but boosting the signal because this is seriously not cool.

Hey guys it’s that time!!

You paid for a ticket which means you consented to be scared!

As an ex haunt monster please for fucks sake if you KNOW your reflex is to strike when scared DO NOT GO TO THESE.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE NO ONE GOES TO DISNEYLAND AND PUNCHES DONALD DUCK WHY WOULD YOU DO THE SAME TO HAUNTED HOUSE WORKERS?!?!?!?!

Please don’t attack workers for doing their jobs.

I just had to.

if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it. 

You missed some of the best ones

the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.

But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.

How could you forget this one though

I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.

someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?

Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.

So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.

Art world is not thrilled with that.

Enter Stuart Semple.

Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.

Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.

Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”

Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.

Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.

He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.

Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.

So I think we can guess who got the better deal.

And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.

…But not quite.

Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.

No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.

The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.

Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.

So that’s been the art world for the last two years.

Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.

Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.

Fun fact: This song (sung by Billie Eilish) was actually inspired by Moriarty’s line in the show. So she basically paid her own tribute to our favourite villain … And I couldn’t resist doing another video. ;-)

Running On Empty

On this blissful chilling night

I sit idly by white thoughts as free as a kite.

If my eyelids shut, I’ll have nightmares

The endless void, back it stares.

We are locomotives fueled by emotions

Yet, when I malfunction reality & hope don’t make junctions.

A strong sense of feelings run amok deep inside

It falls from grace down my face, I can no longer confide.

I try to be the same as others, not trying to stand out

In a pinch, I’ll lend a hand without a doubt.

The are not enough moons in the galaxy to be able to say, “I love you to all the moons and back.”

Hold on to me & we will unpack.

The festivities await

Will you take the bait?

Tempo

When I let it go it flows

All the feelings get away, the temple blows

Can’t stop, can’t slow down

In a canyon like a deep frown

Rolling through the weeks, it’s a snow ball

Getting faster as my hopes fall

Endless dreams, can’t reach, I’m not tall

Keep trying but tripping, stuck in these halls

I walk through, ride through, can I really do?

I’ve hit the bottom, so tired, it’s time to start a coup

Every moment is a stepping stone

Life tried to hit and I go prone

Like a dog holding on bone

I won’t let this Medusa turn me to stone

Challenges come and go

It’s up to You, will you win? Yes or no

days measured in rope sleeping on glass how do you slumber silently knowing nothing lasts dreams exhaled as sighs the melodies you sing you know time and space they’ll kill everything

Satan’s little princess

He had crowned me

He had lay tulips atop my head

He had claimed me the next ruler

-

My father,

My home.

My love,

My life.

-

I thought I was ready,

I thought the underworld was the place for me.

-

But the little girl couldn’t stay,

Oh not little Persephone.

— Mishkahn haNefesh for Yom Kippur, p 177

Have you ever seen the sixty seconds

Before pitch black when the sunset

Is an aching mix of blood and bruises?

Unwillingly resigned to darkness, to

Alienation–my heart wears those same

Stitches, once a daisy-bright hope

All clementine kisses and violet

Vales, such a gentle forest wanting

Only to comfort and be comforted

But she grew too hungry–a wolf

Ravaging prey, the tender throat

Of love caught between these jaws

A rhythmic pulse of lust and greed

A scarlet-shaded aching, a

Monster unleashed on the

Unsuspecting, a glutton for

Affection, short-sighted and sad

I was a sea of need with greedy

Hands and clutching fingers, of

Course all was lost in the

Depths of my desire

Ache/Rambling

Too often I find myself without a good handful of words to answer your aching heart. With my massive vocabulary, there was still a disconnection, a lack of cohesion and a lack of comprehension. When you called me, when you rarely call me, I am eager but unskilled, happy but inept. I am the biting lip, the tapping finger, and the restless leg, and eyes wide and gazing. I love you, and I mean that I love you. The thought of you. The touch of you. The thought of you but maybe I can not love you whole. Maybe I can not love you wholly. Maybe I do not have the capacity to be where you are when you need me to be and when I want to be there. I love you but I am lacking.

A double sided confession

I am ugly on the inside

Jealousy rotting in the back of my mind when a friend succeeds where I fail

I swallow my pride and light a fire in my eyes when they gush over their achievements

I hold them and tell them they deserve it

Because I know it to be true

But I too am beautiful

I stretch my hand out to the person dangling off a cliff

Even though I know they’ll pull me down with them

I would let myself suffer if it means they’re not alone

I am wrong in the head but doing it right

Cold thoughts but warm hands

I am getting better all the time at ignoring that voice

Kindness is my instinct, that is who I am

And I will strive to prove it everyday.

— L.N.A 10/23/2017 3:58am ( @webuilt-awreck-outtame )

Sigh

A flurry of rampant emotions

Blurred together to create pressure,

How much more until you get the notion

It’s all about to split, a fissure.

Outrageous is detrimental

Leaves the feeling, oh, so sentimental.

When it goes, it can’t be controlled

Carving through millions of years, erosion

Ash falls on Pompeii in an explosion.

This problem has gone subatomic but also astronomic,

Blown out of proportion, yet so minuscule it’s invisible.

The time comes, when it does come,

The atoms split, the universe ends

All in a big blast, gone in a flash