reblog with a book that you have read this year and would like to suggest 📚📖📗📑📔🍵☕

fall out boy was right. i got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match. fall out boy was also right i'm coming apart at the seams

don’t joke about silent hill that happened to me

Shared promises

translation

(in spanish) "if something happens to you I will come for you"

(in portuguese) "and I'll wait for you"

*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately

*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it

I think my favorite genre of fanfiction is when the author says something like "this was meant to be 3 chapters but it's actually going to be 5" in the notes at the end of a chapter and you can look up at the chapter count and it's like 15 or something

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

The hottest thing a boy can do is laugh. Not a giggle, but a wholehearted, even almost cackling laugh. It’s so goddamn cute.

Happy birthday to AO3 🎂🎉

some songs just aren't meant to be played on speakers they need to be heard through headphones. it's called intimacy

Oiste algo? 🤔🤨

if you like watching cellbit freak tf out here's the vod of him watching an iceberg of various dangerous insects (+ youtube link)

spiderbit fluff or fright day 6. prompt: nightmares. i repurposed an unfinished wip for this and i'm a big fan of how it turned out <33 apologies for it being sad, but the kids being missing is a nightmare in and of itself.

This is a compiled list of some of my favorite pieces of short horror fiction, ranging from classics to modern-day horror, and includes links to where the full story can be read for free. Please be aware that any of these stories may contain subject matter you find disturbing, offensive, or otherwise distressing. Exercise caution when reading. Image art is from Scarecrow: Year One.

PSYCHOLOGICAL: tense, dread-inducing horror that preys upon the human psyche and aims to frighten on a mental or emotional level. 

CURSED: stories concerning characters afflicted with a curse, either by procuring a plagued object or as punishment for their own nefarious actions.

MONSTERS: tales of ghouls, creeps, and everything in between.

CLASSICS: terrifying fiction written by innovators of literary horror. 

SUPERNATURAL: stories varying from spooky to sober, featuring lurking specters, wandering souls, and those haunted by ghosts and grief. 

UNSETTLING: fiction that explores particularly disturbing topics, such as mutilation, violence, and body horror. Not recommended for readers who may be offended or upset by graphic content.  

HAPPY READING, HORROR FANS!

I’ve been doing some reading and have more stories to add: 

PSYCHOLOGICAL: 

CURSED:

MONSTERS:

CLASSICS:

SUPERNATURAL:

UNSETTLING:

ENJOY!

Here’s some more stories I’ve enjoyed, bringing the list total to 125 scary tales:

PSYCHOLOGICAL:

CURSED:

MONSTERS:

CLASSICS: 

SUPERNATURAL:

UNSETTLING:

HAVE FUN!

Bleeding Heart Part Six

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Almost two months after his first altercation with Hombre Misterioso, Cellbit hears a knock at his door as he's editing the last of Roier's photos.

Yawning, Cellbit leans his chair back and runs a hand through his hair. He cracks his neck and blearily checks the time in the bottom corner of his computer screen: three in the afternoon. He started editing almost nine hours ago. He's been out of coffee for two and a half hours at least.

So he gets up, groans as his spine protests at the sudden weight, winces as his bones all pop in quick succession. Picks up his coffee mug, ignores the knocking at the door, goes to start a fresh pot of coffee.

His mug was painted by Richarlyson at one of those do-your-own-pottery places. It's a bright, ugly yellow with a red heart and the words, 'World's Okayest Dad' painted on it in black.

The knocking continues.

Cellbit checks his hair in his reflection in the microwave. Pulls at one of the bags under his eyes. Sticks his tongue out. Grimaces at how stupid and old and tired he looks. (Bagi is 26, he thinks, so he should be, too. But, wow, he looks older. Much older.)

More knocking.

With one last forlorn look at his bubbling, brewing, beautiful coffee, Cellbit finally goes to answer the door. He's in his pajamas (sweats and one of Felps' old shirts), and he probably looks like a walking corpse, but, like. Whatever, anyone stupid enough to actually come to his apartment knows that he works from home. They should know what to expect when bothering him.

But:

"Hi!" Bluebird cheerfully says as soon as Cellbit's door is open.