with each love I cut loose I was never the same

my dark twisted secret is i always use my turn signals whenever possible because i believe they were included in vehicles for a reason. i’m a bit of a freak this way. a weirdo

lycanthrop-ee

i think everyone needs to get into wildlife identification it's like a minigame for real life

imsoglitter

I think that if you asked Shaggy what his gender was he'd say "you're, like, livin' in a prison of your own creation, man" and then eat a huge sandwich in one bite

marcygoo

marcygoo

balanced.....

mostly-funnytwittertweets

ninyyya

kosmogrl

daydreaming (thinking about how much better my life could be if my fears didn't take over my brain)

yasfera2-deactivated20220905

manywinged

not-the-blue

oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.

phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?

glorious-spoon

call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.

call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.

text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.

emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.

adhdedrn

Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.

You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."

Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.

You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.

You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."

roach-works

every time you try to call anyone, the version of you that didn't get trapped in the hell maze picks up instead, and she's getting increasingly scared and angry to hear from you

stormsbreadth

honestly even the more mundane versions could be terrifying.

you call 999 and the operator says they send someone as soon as they can but it's a 80 minute wait for an ambulance and a 90 minute wait for police. you try and emphasise that you're in immediate danger. it's not even that the operator doesn't believe you, it's just that budget cuts mean they have no-one to send. you're left with the acute knowledge that by the time help comes, it will probably be too late.