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Seconded

sometimes I'm having fun and I ask myself

isn't there something I should be doing right now?

the cool part is the answer is always no :) and then I go back to having fun! it's really great

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The Spiral

The digital product anyone can sell: https://kevinparry.tv/blog/the-product-anyone-can-sell

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Where would you sort fear of something stuck in you? Needles, staples, splinters, broken glass, stingers, thorns, etc. If I do get one, I can't stop thinking about it until I get it out. I'll keep worrying at the skin till I dislodge it. I'm afraid something will get stuck and never come out, my skin growing over and absorbing it.

There could be an argument made for the Corruption, but I’d put it with the Flesh. It’s essentially a sort of mild body horror, to feel foreign material stuck inside your meat where it shouldn’t be.

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There were ants on the front porch. It was fine with me, they were just passing through, but my grandmother sprayed them with some Raid and I swear I heard every ant scream in unison

Everybody is so mean to the smallest animals in the world… if only more people heard them scream, maybe they could finally be normal about all the lovely little beasts that surround us.

That said, you do sound touched by the Corruption.

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can spiders ever be corruption or are they always related to the web?

Their belonging to the Web is a symbolic attachment, albeit a very strong one; by rights they should belong with the Hive. Cases where no themes of control or manipulation are present and spiders are only scary by virtue of being creepy crawlies feed the Corruption at least as much as the Web. She’s only getting a piece of the pie on a technicality.

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The Dark

my photo of dark hallway taken from a door peephole

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And the Hunt

i cant help but notice that the chocolate chips cookies you brought to the potluck yesterday had bad vibes. so i went through your cabinets while you were sleeping and checked out the chocolate chips you used. i mean they looked innocent on the surface, they were even fair trade certified. but i just couldn't shake that itching sense that sometning was off. i infiltrated the chocolate company's headquarters by posing as IT support. and you know what I found? the guy who designed the labels got a dui in 2007. so it turns out my instincts were right and you're a terrible person.

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I've been wondering. And i did try to search it up on your blog in case it's already been asked, which i suspect it has, but found nothing related. What fear does it fall under when you're terrified of someone/thing joining your singleplayer minecraft world? Or someone/thing being present in a multiplayer world when the server says it's only you there? I feel like it's a bit of the Stranger, but like it's not really a fear of someone masquerading as your friend or whatever, not the fear of getting a virus or losing your stuff from it or something, not the fear of being Lonely incorrectly, but the fear of something that's not Supposed To Happen happening? I can't wrap my head around what that one is

It’s a bit of a tricky one, but I think I would go with the Stranger. There shouldn’t be a person there with you, yet here is something that looks like one, and so it must be a fake. It is Other, it is Unknown even though you can see it perfectly. The wrongness and unfamiliar nature of this intruder is what makes them so frightening.

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Everything in my life is breaking, first the washer broke and started leaking water on the floor and now my water bottle leaks whenever it isn’t upright

This could be the Desolation, but it seems to me less of a catastrophic ruin and more of a rapid obsolescence of man made objects. The Extinction.

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Once i had detailed and realistic dream as I was running away from something. Running in panic, hissing through the teeth, with sweatbeads on the forehead. I was protecting some suitcase. Didn't know what's inside but it shouldn't have had it. And this something was always on my heels. And one by one, people i know were replaced by it.

Like, they were the same, but i KNEW it was no longer them. They all were trying to hunt me.

And they did. The one that had face of my friend, it killed me in the bathtub in my grandmas house. I remember lying, already dead, and watching as it smiles at me and walks away, with the suitcase.

Influence of the Stranger, but of course, this is of the Hunt. It is nothing if not persistent.

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The Beholding

terrible website feature that came to me in a dream

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Seconded

honestly bedsheets are developing new topologies and geometric forms in the middle of the night and nobody knows why and its really scary

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The End

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The Flesh

I saw this and I thought Tumblr might enjoy it

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The Corruption

turns out i've been sleeping with mold for an indeterminate amount of time?????

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Seconded

a redditor has mushrooms growing out of his homes electrical sockets

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The Vast