Clockworkpog - ✨Autisitc Menace✨

faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid

Like promised the addition to a discussed mafia AU.

Dinluke version of Pacho's dance in narcos it's just so good. 👌

Dead Boy Character Study - Crystal and Edwin

I know that Charles' remark to Edwin about how similar he and Crystal are is a sweet way of saying he loves them and food for thought. Crystal and Edwin are similar in plenty of ways: their snark, their drive to help people, and most importantly their coping mechanisms. From Crystal's flashbacks, we see that she coped with her parents neglect by turning her hurt into anger via toxic behavior like petty misdemeanors and hurting people around her. Edwin deals with his own fears of hell and jealousy over Charles bonding with Crystal into anger too. He snipes at Crystal and Charles, the whole montage of him trying to smash off the Cat King's bracelet, and gets especially angry when Crystal tells him that she willingly let David posses her. Even their disappearances (and Edwin's death) were handled similarly, Crystal's parents didn't even bother looking into her radio silence and assumedly Edwin's parents and his boarding school did the same. In short, I think that their similarities are too slept on. They're angry, neglected, and hurt kids who got screwed over by boys who claimed to love them. And that's even not going into how they serve as foils in how Hell hurt them. I really hope that in season 2 they get to bond more. They have the perfect set up for friends who insult each other as a love language but are really ride or die.

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A No Idea Day

Ok, so this is probably won't be continued and will be small fic that I wrote on a whim. Hope y'all enjoy and if you want me to do more, tell me in the comments

It was late afternoon and the world seemed to be slipping past her. Every second was speeding by, while she sat in her chair in front of her small laptop, trying to write.

"If I leave my grin behind, remind me

we're mad here, and it's ok. . . ."

Cheshire Kitten (We're All Mad Here) had been continuously repeating through her headphones for the past 2 hours, mainly because she thought it would help her think. Her hunch had obviously been unsuccessful. She was supposed to be writing a story for a competition, but when she finally had the time to actually sit down and write, she lost all of her ideas. The ideas, she had been brimming with for weeks, all drained from her skull the minute she opened up a document. How pathetic was that.

She had finished all of her work for the week, all her chores were done, and she had some brain food in front of her in hopes that it would give her brain a much needed boost. She was playing a new Spotify playlist, finding the perfect song to get lost in and she momentarily had flash of an idea. And for 7 glorious minutes, she wrote something. It seemed to be greatest work as she feverishly typed, but she noticed she had lost her train of thought the minute she thought that. As she went over the document, she saw plot holes and inconsistencies throughout her storyline. Crap, she muttered to herself. In moment of pure anger, she hit control A and deleted everything.

She finally gave up around 7pm. She made herself dinner, scrolled through her social media and binged a few games on her phone, and watched a couple hours of Netflix. I have 2 more weeks till the deadline, she thought as she headed to bed after finishing the 2nd season of Hilda. Hey, it may have been a kid's show but it was entertaining and the graphics were awesome. She face planted into her soft mattress and started to drift off when inspiration struck her.

An Ode To My Womb

I could never love you like a mother should

I can’t pour out all the love I can into you

You scream and kick and twist me into knots

I can’t love like that, so devoted and unyielding

I am selfish and distant, I need time for myself

Not the constant love a child needs, unabashed and overflowing

I know I want to love others the way I was never loved

I don’t shudder at the name of “mother” like I claim to

I want to be split upon an altar, to sacrifice my soul

But I know I’d tremble as the blade rises

That it’d cleave the edges of a hole

A hole so deep, a hole so wide, that filling it is impossible

An abyss cannot love a child

A hole cannot fill a hole

And so I cleave you from me

So some other bitch can love the terrible burden you contain

And I’ll stick to loving grown up things

Who become children with my claim

Maybe this will work for college

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Free Palestine

melissa barrera (the actress who got fired from the scream franchise for being pro palestine) has started a fundraiser with unrwa!

Abyss pt. 2

Hey guys, I literally just made two separate posts for this one thing b/c of the 

✨ ✨aesthetic ✨ ✨

Hope y’all don’t mind

I dance on the edge of nothingness and somethingness

I have no voice, no face, no body, no home

No one to turn to, no one to hold, or have hold me

I have watched as the people waste what they have

I have watched as they destroy their beautiful world

Now I say, no more

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Deep Dive

The piano washes over me like a tidal wave

Pulling my small form, deep into the unending ocean

Swirling in a steady, yet rising and powerful current

Sinking out of reality

Lost in the thurm of the violin

Lost in the waves of the piano

Lost in the constant, vibrating hum of the vocals

Tapping out that intoxicating rhythm

As if I'm melding into the pianist's soul

Banging the keys

Smashing out random letters

Over and over

Over and over

Time being inconsequential

Falling deeper into the abyss

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Gone. . . .