black and orange might b the classic Halloween colors but let us not forget purple and pale turquoise they are 100% as ghastly and ghoulish
The thing is the colors of Halloween are all of the colors. You’ll see Halloween promotions like “we made our milkshakes GREEN!!! Spooky!!” or entire product lines where it’s all red because that’s like gothic vampire stuff or devilish. Blue motifs for haunted mansions, white ghosts and bones and ivory, pink guts and blob monsters, Halloween just celebrates every possible color palette and aesthetic.
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.
Shit dude yall are cursed
I love this thread
I’ve had several experiences like this and if you ask my family, it’s because we were cursed by a witch several generations back. But! Highlights include:
My great grandmother died when I was very young (like four years old). I told my parents that she had come to say goodbye to me before leaving. I knew she was dead before they did.
Sharing dreams was mentioned and while I’ve never had the same dream at the same time as someone else, I have regularly had dreams about a woman named Faith. For years, I didn’t tell anyone about her bc tbh she kind of creeps me out and is soothing in equal parts. Come to find out, my dad also has dreams with Faith in them and his dreams involving her deal a lot with death, like mine do.
Every house I’ve lived in since I was a child has been haunted, but they haven’t all started out that way. My grandmother thinks it is the family that is haunted, not the places. (There’s that family curse coming back in to play.)
I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since childhood involving running through a city with cobblestone streets as a child along with several others. By the end of the nightmare, me and all the children have died. The first time I had this nightmare, I woke up crying and saying that everyone had died again and I still couldn’t stop it.
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend I called “Woo Woo”. He was very tall, had no hair, and typically dressed in red. I never thought anything about this after getting older until I was babysitting my little cousin (who was five or six at them time) and she told me that Woo Woo had told her to tell me he said hello and was sorry he couldn’t visit like he used to. I had never told her about Woo Woo.
my family also has a bunch of these stories
I predicted 9/11 when I was 3 because I had a recurring nightmare two nights in a row in the days before the attack and wouldnt stop trying to warn my family about it
also when I was 3 my mom woke up in the middle of the night to me talking in my sleep in her bed saying goodbye to my dad who had passed away earlier that day
I insisted I was my mom’s grandmother for a long time as a child, saying that I was both her daughter and her grandmother
my mom’s first husband woke up from a dead sleep from a nightmare and woke her up and asked about her sister bc he had a bad feeling. 2 minutes later the phone rings and it’s a police officer notifying my mom of the sudden death of her sister in a car crash that evening
my mom lost her family pearls when I was about 10 so naturally she accused me or my friends of stealing them, but I insisted that none of us would have. she called her friend who was a psychic who sometimes consulted with the police in the area and her friend was like “I see your pearls in some dark powder under cloth, like towels” and my mom was like “well that’s not much help.” 3 months later my dad finds them outside in the garage under some rags, coated in some black cleaning powder that had gotten knocked over. no one knows how they got there.
up until I was about 12 I had a regularly recurring dream that I was running in a wetland during sunrise with a group of people. it was always very blurry and more of a feeling than actually seeing it but the person to my right had red fabric on their sleeve and was carrying what might have been a musket. I still have that dream but it only happens once or twice a year, if that
I’ve had a bunch of dreams involving being with people I know but can never remember when I wake up/running both to and from things in a city/being very very angry and feeling lost and they all feel connected but they’ve gotten less common
when I was little I lived at chesapeake bay in norfolk, virginia which, fun fact, is surrounded by wetlands, and once when we were at the beach I apparently looked out at the bay and then at my mom and said, dead serious, “they’re gonna come help us”. my mom asked what I meant. I didn’t answer bc I wanted to play in the sand
that area is basically one big american revolutionary war site, just for the record, and the french came in to help the colonists
we occasionally still go over to that area, mainly because of the amusement parks/school trips, and every time we leave I have this godawful ripping sense of loss, like there’s still something there for me and I’m leaving it behind
- when my one cousin was little he was filling out a worksheet or something that asked ‘what is your earliest memory?’ and he said he remembered being on a boat with Jesus looking at a family on the beach, described his father’s 12 year old self perfectly, and described a sand sculpture our grandfather had made in great detail (he was an artist, but died waaay before this cousin was born and like half the family pictures are missing so there’s really no way he could’ve known about one specific art piece out of thousands, and get the dates right), and he apparently told Jesus that was the family he wanted to be born into, which like….🥺
- when I was little I saw a dog and said something like ‘that look’s like taffy!’ (my mother’s childhood dog) and she asked me how I knew that and I said ‘I saw her with grandpa in your tummy, duh!’ and she asked me what her father looked like and I said ‘I don’t know, he was blocking the light’ (he died when she was pregnant). she told her mother about it and they pressed me for more details, and I ended up describing what I remembered him wearing- which turned out to be the outfit he was buried in, that was bought specifically for the burial so I couldn’t have seen in pictures. my grandmom fully left when she heard that and wouldn’t babysit me for a couple days lol
- I once had a very vivid, very long nightmare where I was trapped in this…museum, or mansion, with a team of people, and we were being hunted down by a lion. this itself would’ve been bad enough, but in the dream I also had a young (5-7?) daughter named Ingrid, and I spent the entire dream absolutely terrified of something happening to her. I woke up, very suddenly, before the dream concluded, and I was hit with this indescribable feeling of loss because I had no idea where Ingrid was or if she was alright. It took me like half an hour to even realize she wasn’t real and I was in my house. Even after I realized that I still couldn’t calm down because she felt real and I had to find out what happened to her. I spent the whole morning crying and was depressed for weeks. sometimes I still wake up groggy thinking ‘where’s my daughter!!’ and uh! it’s really stressful!
- I also have a tendency to get hurt in dreams?? It’s not as bad as when I was a teenager- back then, I used to have recurring dreams where I’d get attacked by a tiger, and I’d wake up feeling excruciating pain wherever the tiger had got me. Like, he bit my leg? And I’d wake up fully taken over by leg pain, sometime it would take 15 minutes to half an hour to go away. I one time had a dream where I got shot in the neck and felt myself slowly drowning in blood until I woke up. If I get hit for whatever reason in a dream I usually feel it. Actually, I’ve had a shoulder injury for a few months now (it’s literally just Not Healing rip) but I literally got it in a dream. I don’t remember how it happened but I did something in the dream that really fucked up my shoulder and when I woke up it still hurt so much I couldn’t move it…and I wasn’t even laying on that side! there was no sign that I had been moving too much in my sleep, and I actually woke up because the pain was increasing when…there was nothing physically there hurting it. idk man
- my mom weirdly prophesizes pregnancies in the family. she’ll have a dream that a relative gives birth to ‘twin babies born without brains’ and then, within weeks that same relative is announcing they’re pregnant (luckily, all of them have been single babies with brains included lmao)
- I had an imaginary friend when I was little that was Probably a ghost, but she was just a nice old lady so everyone was pretty chill about it. A couple month’s ago we were talking about her for some reason, and my mother mentioned something about her husband and I was like…what? And she was like ‘You told us Harriet had a really mean husband, he’d stay in the back and glare at you while mouthing the word ‘die’ over and over but no sound ever came out of his mouth’ and I’m like??? HELLO???? I have absolutely no memory of this. I could describe the woman to a police sketch artist in perfect detail but I can’t remember a single thing about this man threatening me like…I’ve been freaked out ever since my mom brought it up
- One time I woke up and was just…absolutely certain I was forgetting something. Like, a lot of somethings. I knew logically I had gone to bed and woken up the next day, but it felt like….I was missing so much time in between that? I was so distraught over the feeling I had to cancel my plans for that day. I think I literally texted one of my friends ‘I think I got Donna Noble-d??” it was just so…overwhelmingly weird
- Also…my very earliest memory is almost exactly like that. It was my 4th birthday and I just…blinked. And came into existence. I know obviously I existed before then but that was what it felt like. I was just suddenly this conscious little being sitting in a living room. I didn’t know my name, I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know anything that was going on. My mother, after calling my name a few times (I didn’t respond because I didn’t know I was Molly) came in to see if I wanted breakfast and I remember after a few moments straight up asking her “do I call you mommy?” and she thought it was funny. I remember my father getting me to go upstairs to get dressed because it was a big day and I didn’t know why, he had to explain it was my birthday and we couldn’t be late for the party. At the party I had to be introduced to everyone, all my relatives and friends, and my parents thought I was just being shy but like…I fully did not know what was going on. When I was a kid it was almost like…a traumatic memory for me, everyone would always recount their first memories as something normal or fun and I’d be having a low grade panic attack whenever I thought about it because it just felt so wrong. Like I was missing something? I’ve calmed down about it now, like I still think it was bizarre but I’m not gonna start crying or anything, but like…what the fuck, you know?
that’s all I got for right now but like…I have a love/hate relationship with these weird little events
im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it
the blog killing axolotl is one of my favorite things that has ever happened on this website because talking about it afterwards sounds like an inside joke or perhaps a prank. like always be on the lookout for the blog killing axolotl. he can kill your blog. it happened to me once trust me.
Pawno IS pretty small, I can imagine he’s easy to lose-
An idea I had that I FINALLY sat down to draw. :] Based on that book I Want My Hat Back (I think that’s what it’s called) Was also my first time drawing Zooble! I never want to draw them again /hj
That’s Kinger’s boy right there do not take him do not separate. package deal
(REBLOGS APPRECIATED! I spent hours on this HEHEJG)
used to work at amazon delivering packages. one mans house in the middle of the woods that i get frequently had one of these alarms set up to a motion detector. not even three steps up his porch and i start feeling violently ill and like my heart is pumping too fast. leave it on the edge of his porch and book it. after i leave, i leave a cunty voicemail to the homeowner about disabling the alarm.
i get this house a few more times and usually end up just leaving what i can by their mailbox. small packages fit in those.
couple of weeks later. same house. huuuuge box nd a bunch of little boxes. i roll up, and before i pull the box out i go up to the porch to check if the alarm is off. its not.
his road was a rlly long and curvy dead end road that led up a mountain. Top of it leads off into national parks. I change his gps pinpoint to mark the top of this road and leave the huge box pile on the side of the road. When you change the gps, it changes it in the system too. Every other delivery driver sees this too.
It was christmas season and i guess plenty of other drivers hated this guy too. About a week later im delivering on this road again and i see all of the packages i left out there, AND an additional 6 or so boxes and like 16 envelopes, completely covered in snow. cardboard all mildewy. Everything absolutely ruined. Couple of weeks later, everything in that pile is gone, and i never deliver to his house again.
Always wondered what took that guy so long to realize his packages were missing but this guy gets shot with 17.4khz in surround sound every time he leaves his house so his brain might of been shook into collapsing.
found yourself getting blocked for seemingly no reason?
does your profile look like this:
you’re getting blocked because people think you’re a bot
do yourself a favour and change your profile images to literally anything except the defaults. give your blog a name, give yourself a bio even if it simply says “new, figuring this out” or something. please, just do ANYTHING that shows everyone you’re a human. then you wont get blocked anymore and you’ll have a lot more fun here!
oh and while we’re here, another hot tip: reblog things. likes do nothing here, there’s no algorithm
okay happy tumblring tumblrinos, tumblrinas and tumblrinehs!
i think the post may be exploding bc someone pointed out that new users can’t change their profile pic until they follow at least 3 ppl…???
IF that is the case, regardless if you are or are not following at least 3 ppl, that shouldn’t stop you from making a post, like bee said, that says “new here, still figuring everything out!” we don’t WANT to block actual ppl who are trying to get into tumblr and figure out how this site works, we just want to block bots.
Quest unlocked:
This is a Call-Out Post
Dearest followers. You need to change your profile picture!
*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
personal favourite responses thus far
the people who have no moral qualms with cannibalism but but voted no because theyre picky eaters or dont like trying new things
the multiple vegetarians who voted yes
the one (1) person who (rightfully) called out the phrase ‘ethically sourced human meat’ (when i typed that out i had to take a long look at the choices ive made throughout my life)
“ever since i got into pokemon vore i’ve had a huge fascination in cannibalism”
the anime blog who reblogged this post not 5 minutes after my anime fan friend told me that “anime fans LOVE cannibalism”
“if they are my enemy”
and most of all - those who are reblogging without any commentary at all. because having absolutely NO thoughts on cannibalism is more fascinating than any possible response
Nope, the idea that i am eating another human would be terrifying.
But like if anyone else wanted to they should come tell me what is tastes like
The way in which meat was sourced is not really the main factor in whether or not I am willing to eat the flesh of that particular animal. Eating a willing victim would be less horrible than fretting an infant Kronos-style, but that does not make it any less of a geas. Likewise, I would never eat dog meat regardless of its sourcing, but I would absolutely eat elephant flesh, provided I was not supporting poachers in the process.
if you only spoke in rhyme under oath do you think the judge would like. get mad at you. imagine that youre being like, 100% truthful and serious about it. but your sentences just happen to rhyme. maybe also have a subtle but consistent meter.
If you want to read an academic article that’s behind a paywall just email the author and ask politely if they will send you the article. Most academics will be thrilled that you want to read their work and will gladly send it to you.
like im not even a lesbian but when i see a butch relief and respect washes over me like how i presume an american feels when they see a member of the military or perhaps ronald mac donald.
If you want to read an academic article that’s behind a paywall just email the author and ask politely if they will send you the article. Most academics will be thrilled that you want to read their work and will gladly send it to you.
Lol just found McDonald’s doordash on someone’s doorstep #hunter #gatherer
That’s literally gathering not hunting or did your dumpy ass kill the burger yourself
I killed the dasher
Okay W
Check for understanding:
What does pointnclick imply that they did to the “McDonald’s doordash on someone’s doorstep?” How does the end of their initial post (“#hunter #gatherer”) contribute to this understanding?
What point does plum-soup bring up in response to the initial post?
What does pointnclick mean when they say they “killed the dasher” in their response to plum-soup. Is this compatible with their initial statement? Does it refute plum-soup’s point?
i think so much of that knee-jerk intellectual need to rationalize what’s going on, to bring it down to quantifiable “ok so like what am i supposed to do about it? are you saying i, progressive liberal, am responsible for this? are you saying i, really sweet zionist who donates to UNICEF, am complicit in genocide? are you saying i, american, am a colonizer deserving of death?” is just a complete shutdown at the thought of sitting with guilt and sadness, a fear of recognizing what’s happening to palestinians as something that is happening to real humans like you or me, because it is not something easy to sit with
the truth is personally, as an egyptian, i feel complicit in the genocide in gaza. as a bystander, i feel complicit. i feel a deep grief i will not be able to unseat for the rest of my life. it’s okay to feel a degree of shame to be alive in a world that allows this to happen. i don’t understand how it’s possible not to and i feel impatient with the need to be defensive. i am not defensive of this feeling. i feel like we are letting an entire population down, beyond my nationality, beyond the palestinians i know and love in my personal life, beyond anything else, as a human being i feel this because people are dying right in front of us in the most systemic, bureaucratic and barbaric method imaginable and we are helpless to stop it. so why would i be defensive? just accept the feeling and move on. there’s a genocide happening.
tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb
If I have ever messaged you or messaged me and never heard from me again, I still consider us friends. I just suck
Hey buddy. Long time no see. Sorry for going silent for 5 months-3 years. I still like you and enjoy talking to you, I just suck at messaging first. Still love ya tho
