Hunter Schafer as Jules Vaughn in EUPHORIA | 01x01
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I spend very little time on Tumblr these days but every time I log on I STILL see multiple Richard Siken posts. And that’s not even getting started on the fanfic titles and epigraphs (a trend in which I myself have participated!). So if you are so able donating to this would be a good thing to do, I think.
hey i’m sorry i’ve been a little inactive on this blog lately in terms of posting my own content but it’s only because i changed an aspect of the cryptid club in way that’s kind of (???) altered the entire story (!!!) and i’ve been so excited about it and have wanted to talk about it and post about it but i also want to keep a secret, so basically i’ve just shoved a sock into my mouth and haven’t talked about anything at all
also, related, i’ve been considering maybe possibly posting tcc to wattpad?
hey i’m sorry i’ve been a little inactive on this blog lately in terms of posting my own content but it’s only because i changed an aspect of the cryptid club in way that’s kind of (???) altered the entire story (!!!) and i’ve been so excited about it and have wanted to talk about it and post about it but i also want to keep a secret, so basically i’ve just shoved a sock into my mouth and haven’t talked about anything at all
Sweet dreams with the dark art of Christian Bravery
*talks about demons loudly in local diner*
Going in-between states, it’s common for Americans to be driving thousands of miles of nothing, with just empty plains on either side and no signs of civilization for hours, praying to god you have enough gas to get to the next station, praying that you’re going in the right direction, and the small but ever-present prickly sense of dread that comes with it.
There are a number of spooky tales from Louisiana, but one of the most enthralling is that of Manchac Swamp. First of all, Manchac is rumoured to be haunted. It’s also rumoured to be the haunt of Rougarou, the Cajun werewolf. As well as that, it’s said to be haunted by Julia Brown, a once practising voodoo priestess, who put a curse on the entire town the day she died. Legend says that on the day of her funeral in 1915, a deadly hurricane ripped through the town, destroying three villages and killing a number of people. A number of curious visitors to the swamp have reported hearing shrill screams from a disembodied woman.
LAST LINE TAG GAME!
Paste the last line/paragraph/chunk you wrote! (from four door, trying out some things.)
tagged by @nouveauweird
There is her reflection again, her watching herself in the steel walls of the elevator.
The nature of the walls means that her face always comes off as barely warped - hers but not hers, belonging but changed somehow. Bea Pearson tilts her head this way and that for a long moment, watching the way her features slip and slide into each other, dark pupil into white eye into black skin into yellowing teeth. She closes her lips around her teeth. Tries to imagine her face without them. No money for braces when she was younger. No time for it now, and 4D health insurance still posits that braces are a cosmetic item, nothing necessary. Marie got the good teeth and the thin lips and Bea got the opposite. They used to joke about how much they wanted to trade. She keeps drinking coffee like it isn’t making things worse, like she’s trying to make all the worst things about her that tiny bit worse because it’s reassuring.
tagging: uh whoever wants to lmao
WHAT IF WE 🤭 DISAPPEARED UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES 🤔 IN A ⚠️☢️ HIGHLY CLASSIFIED GOVERNMENT RESTRICTED ACCESS AREA ☣️⚠️
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