Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Survival horror but you are inside a fucking IKEA and the enemy is the Staff
Now THAT is a horror game
this is just how ikea is
NO OK but for people who dont know this is a game based off of an SCP! SCP-3008 is a huge IKEA that has grown beond its physical boundries. It has its own day and night cycle, as shown by the lights shutting off. And thats when the Staff become aggresive. Anyway sorry for fanboying heres the link to the game
so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT
i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.
HE GONE.
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.
*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance*
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.
You’re pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, he’s been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
one of the ways i know this culture has a massive issue with consent
is the sheer amount of people I’ve known that just lie & tell people they’re deathly allergic to foods they dislike
because otherwise people will hound them, mock them, coax them, harass them, try to force them to eat it, or even trick them into eating it, and they will never hear the end of it
your coworkers will bake it into a fucking pie, call it something else, and wait til your birthday, gather everyone and their first cousins to sit around in a circle waiting for you to put a forkful into your mouth and then point rhythmically at you in a chanting, glaring, sweating, unholy circle like SWISS CHARD SWISS CHARD YOU JUST ATE SWISS CHARD HA HA HA SWISS CHARD NOW YOU LIKE SWISS CHARD
Because forcing someone into a situation where they don’t feel safe declining putting something into their body they’d rather not be there is totes 100% wholesome American fun
And this is something so known that it’s infinitely easier to just lie and tell people that you’ll die if you eat that food…which actually doesn’t always stop it from happening
Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuu
My grandmother hated mushrooms. She gagged at the taste, as people found out when they tried to trick her into eating them, so she started saying she was allergic, and the long and the short of it is my dad lived to be an adult without knowing that he wasnt actually allergic to mushrooms. My mom didnt believe that he was allergic, so she made a dish with mushroom and didnt tell him until after he had eaten it and, having never eaten them because he thought he was allergic, didnt recognize that they were there. She then gloated about how she knew he was lying, to which he explained that, no, he wasnt lying, he had genuinely believed that he was very allergic and she very well could have killed him.
In short, fucking listen when someone tells you no !!!!
Does anyone else ever think about how traditional fiction is categorised by plot/setting (romance, crime, thriller, fantasy) but fanfiction is categorised by the emotions it’s meant to give you (hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut)?
Never thought of it this way, but that’s fascinatingly true.
i always forget that vampires do exist in the harry potter universe and its like?? voldemort i thought u wanted to be immortal why fuck with horcruxes u couldve just been a vampire??
my theory is that voldemort just really really likes garlic
i know this is a joke post but u can kill a vampire with a wooden stake which is a thing that most wizards have on them at all times
