#halucinatory

[irreplaceable-spark]

Charles E. Burchfield Sultry Moon, 1959 Watercolor

Schoelkopf Gallery

[arjuna-vallabha]

La Bruja de Zempoala

La Bruja de Zempoala, the Witch of Zempoala, is a painting of a traditional Mexican witch, or Nagual. A nagual is a shape-shifter, who has the ability to change into her spirit animal, and travel the spirit realm at will. Here, the witch from Zempoala, which is famous for its witchcraft tradition, flies through the air, over small and sleepy towns, in the darkness of night. She has woven her rebozo, or shawl, with images of traditional wind spirits, who fill her rebozo with air and fly her into the sky. Her skirt is embroidered with more nature spirits. Around her fly her spirit animals, who guide and protect her. These are Alibrijes, fantastic animals in halucinatory colors, who are her other self and spirit guides. The border is painted with traditional Mexican earth spirits.

By Mexica Heart https://www.etsy.com/listing/667251112/la-bruja-de-zempoala-large-print-mexican?ref=shop_home_active_1&crt=1

[cinematech]

thanks for sending the girl dreams last night, they were incomprehensible, premeditated by semi unconscious halucinatory visions, like tuning rabbit ears, my minds eye is open again but its astigmatic

[newjenns]

I only watched the first season this is so fucked what do you meAN HE LIVED IN THE SEWERS WITH HALUCINATORY RATS AND GOT RABIES???

no all of it the living in the sewers with the rats part and getting rabies was a hallucination jughead was tripping on shrooms i fear

[jahmazon]

This #huge #monster #ghost #dog #halucinatory #vision #boards #up #in #highlands #next to #ourhouse #hauntingly ... #really !... (at Holysh8t) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxcGe_9FcNX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cjk7nivrl5i3

[zv5x]

mmm yandere!eddie forcing the reader to take a deliriant once when they misbehave and taunting them when they start tripping balls.. like the reader keeps seeing shadow people and spiders crawling around on their skin, shaking and crying and begging for it to stop meanwhile eddie is just hunched over speaking to them; “this wouldn’t have happened if you had just listened to me. they’re gonna get you now. it’s out of my hands.”

"Halucinations" : (Yandere!Riddler • Reader - Romantic Scenero)

holy fuck anon your brainnnnnnn ***sharp inhale*** tw // drugs , forced consumption of drugs , use of the yandere trope , violence , ⚠️HEAVY HALUCINATIONS⚠️ , paranoia , psychosis , threats , delusional and toxic mindsets , mentally abusive relationships , victim blaming

What you were seeing was completely indescribable. The static that coated your vision, only to be replaced by the flashing of your most trumatic memories, the feeling of crawing and tingling that covered your arms and legs, it was all indescribable. Edward was standing over you, hunched slightly, as if he were studying you, but you were too confused and frightened to find the strength to call out to him yet. In your delusions as a matter of fact, you forgot why you even hated him so much. You couldn't remember anything other than to try your best to ignore the whispers of the tall man with the hat that was trying to reach you from the corner wall.

He was saying such horrible, haunting things to you, and all of his friends were seeming like they wanted to join in. Their voices and their threats bounced around the room as your usual surroundings continued to distort, the static in your ears and the bugs crawling on your skin only growing with intensity. They were going to get you, you were sure of it. You had to do something, anything. Hopefully Edward wasn't hurt by the shadow man or anyone else, hopefully he was still here and could try and help you. Your thoughts were nothing but mush, as well as a makeshift echo chamber for the screams of the damned.

His name came out louder than you expected, your throat feeling like it was being torn out as you called out his name. Please, God, just help. Help. All you needed was help. Someone to pick those bugs off your skin too, as you saw you were starting to bleed. It was agonizing, the way they bit into you and tore at your flesh. You were watching them eat you alive, like they were starved for centuries and were finally permitted a meal in the form of you.

Edward hummed, a tone overshadowed by the screams and the static. Though, his voice shined through with disturbing clarity. "I would if I could. I did try to warn you, though. It's not in my control anymore. You should have listened." What? No. Please. You begged him to not leave you on your own, to at least get ONE of the bugs off or try and distract at least ONE of the intruders. Nothing seemed to phase him though, and you continued to bleed and beg and cry.

The shadow people were coming closer to you now, rats seemed to have gained interest in your fresh flesh as well, and you watched as the bugs and rats rivaled each other for spots. Your blood was pooling onto the floor now, gathering at Edward's boots and making a sloshing sound, like what one would hear when stirring fresh macaroni.

You felt a pain in your stomach. You forced yourself to look up rather than down, just in case you got a chance to accidentally watch them consume your own entrails.

On the opposite side of halucinatory delusion, Edward was holding back the urge to comfort you after deciding it was best to put the anti-bark muzzle he had prepared on you onto your face. It was such a heartbreaking event, hearing you scream in such desperation. But it had to be done, and it's not like he has an antidote to the drug's effects.

The drug he gave you only simulated a taste test of what can truly be found on the city streets. The people of Gotham would have passed you around like a brand new shining toy if they ever got ahold of you, and would have given you far more to scream about than the "bugs" and the "shadow people" ever could.

In a way, you asked for this. You denied his love as being genuine, called him sick and twisted, and even tried to run away from his loving home. He had to teach you a lesson, and killing off another one of your family or friends was too easy. You've seen him do that before, and you were even forced to participate. He needed to really reach you, and considering your reactions, this was the best available method.

He read about the psychological damage such drugs can cause, and wondered if your love for him would have no choice but to develop if he was the one to comfort you immediately after your high was over. Oh, how delightful that would be...his arm around your shoulder while you proudly announce your love for him, his fans cheering and Bruce Wayne regretting ever questioning the dynamic of his love life. It will be just perfect, and Edward let out a giddy laugh the next scream he heard be shut down by the muzzle. This was it. This was the most beautiful, intelligent idea any man could have ever come up with!

"I'll be back soon, (Y/N)." He smiled. "Don't let them get you."

[helenacore]

STAND NAME: Rebel Yell STAND USER: Rebel Rebel __________ Power: B Speed: B Range: E Durability: C Precision: B Potential: A __________  As Rebel Yell keeps moving around and fighting, its body heats up to 100°C, releasing a very powerful halucinatory gas with properties similar to peyote. Every one of its punches is also equivalent to an LSD microdose.

[30-martie-99]

esti fericit?

Am scris un “ roman “ dar am considerat ca este mai bine sa sterg si sa nu public . Am momente si momente ..ca orice om . Astazi poate ma consider unul fericit .. Iar maine zici ca mi a cazut ceva in cap .. Dar per total am multe motive din care pot spune ca sunt fericit .. doua maini .. doua picioare .. doi ochi ( chiar frumosi din punctul meu de vedere .. poate ca si al tau.. daca esti cine cred eu .. chiar daca nu vrei sa ii mai privesti .. poate cineva .. candva se v a bucura de ei asa cum ai facut o si tu... poate chiar mai mult .. cine stieeee 🙃🤷🏼‍♂️) o mama asa cum nu multi o au .. si multe alte lucruri din care un om poate spune ca este fericit .. depinde in ce consta fericirea ta .. un om al strazii este afara in ploaie .. el ar fi foarte fericit daca s ar afla intr un adapost la caldura .. eu sunt fericit ca pot alerga prin ploaie .. depindee de fiecare 😋

“Există fericire și independent de succes, există oameni de succes nefericiți

Una la mână. În al doilea rând, cred că succesul se obține ca și fericirea

Mai curând dacă apare ca efect colateral decât ca țintă, obsesiv halucinatorie”

Auzi .. tu ..esti fericita ??🤔

[amaximumtastemakercollection]

I always saw Jorah Mormont as the devil on Dany’s shoulder, now I’m beginning to see him as Dany’s crossroads demon.   I’m also firmly convinced that Dany will never fall for any of Jorah’s temptations, whether Jorah is there in physical form or halucinatory form.

[miamicommune]

keep seeing fuck massive halucinatory spiders zoomin up the wall as i fall asleep and im SICK of it thanks owl city

[titleknown]

Three More Movies That Don’t Exist

So, since “everbody” liked my movies that don’t exist article, here’s more! CC0 for all to use, except Helltell which as a name belongs to @artemispanthar, and would only be released with their permission.

Behind The Castle Door- Considered the Annie Hall of horror movies for multiple reasons, the film was meant to be a relatively simple affair; a horror movie, about a bunch of monsters killing people in a castle.

Though, despite its simplicity, it was actually a rather ambitious production for the fledgling company, a fandom operation similar to the production of The Deadly Spawn whose producer by the name of Ray Gardner had ambitions to become a full-on producing operation akin to what Charles Band was doing in that period.

The first mistake was that to shoot the production over the widely spaced locations; using multiple castles for the sake of creating a weird feel because; again; fan production, the director decided to have two separate directors shoot the film simultaneously at different locations.

One of them was Al Mason; a veteran at these sorts of B-movies whom the producer was a huge fan of, and who was looking to make a comeback by making a more visceral; gory version of the sorts of films he used to make. The other was Marty Ralston; a friend of the producer’s from art school, who wanted to make it a deep psychological piece where the monsters were hallucinations based on the main characters’ torment.

Both of them hated each other, and immediately began undermining each others’ visions. When Al did a lurid gore scene, Marty immediately set up the next scene in the story to directly contradict it continuity-wise. When Marty did a hallucination scene, Jim used injury makeup to clearly mark the wounds from that scene as real, and so-on.

It got to the point where, without Gardner’s consent; the two began altering the script without Gardner’s consent to reach their own vision of what they saw for the film.

Of course, the dailies were a godawful mess. To the point where the editor, one Layla Rose, in frustration with the incompetence around her decided to secretly make her own secondary cut out of the footage. Which was fortuitous, given that when he found out what they were doing; during the time where the production should have wrapped; Gardner fired the two directors in a huff of rage, and had to figure out what the fuck to do with the footage the next morning.

But, her original cut was surprisingly good. To the point where when she asked for permission to shoot extra footage to fill out the film, her request was granted. Albeit, some of her most ambitions ideas clearly had to be compromised due to a shortened shooting schedule and the need to reuse previously made creature effects (Along with a few memorable pieces of public-domain footage), but the final effort did indeed manage to impress, and did manage to be enough of a steady seller on video to make a decent profit; and to launch Rose’s career in directing (Though sadly not Gardner’s producing company).

The core concept of the original film is kept, people stumbling into a castle and unleashing a horde of monsters, but the idea added both by voiceover; the new scenes; and the clever editing; is that this is happening to two different people at two different times, though whether it is due to one taking place later or them being parallel universes is unclear until the end.

The film’s a philosophical look at the parallelism of history; even though on closer inspection that was very clearly not the intention of the original script; which reportedly was a more simple; classic fannish project.

Which, does at least shine through with the creature designs; which were very clearly where most of the film’s budget was spent, taking influences from Heironymous Bosch but also extremely original in their own right (”Lady Lance”/”Lust Lance” appears to be most fans’ favorite, though I have a soft spot for “Trashcan” myself) ; the mechanism of the various puppets being very simple and effective for their job as demons haunting a castle, to the point where they were reused in various other films, though it doesn’t quite match the king of such films...

Staboratory- This was the one time notorious producer Ronnie Sharikov directed a film, and if it’s any indication, it shows why he left the production to others.

It’s a simple dirt-cheap slasher film shot on shitteo; with poor blocking; actors that often have flubs left in, continuity and effects errors that boggle the mind, and more terrible; terrible acting via post-production dubbing than you can imagine, all shot in what looks like a college science lab rented out over the summer.

But, what makes it bizarrely compelling is how viscerally unpleasant it is. The characters all hate each other; the men are misogynistic glory hungerers who torture their experiments (Represented often by crude puppets that at best look like a bootleg Boglin and at worst look like a used jizz-sock); the women are varying proportions of “nagging harpy” and “gross misogynist fantasy,” which might I add leads to the most unpleasant sex scene I have viewed on film.

But, the most unsettling thing is how it all feels like they’re essentially a family that hates each other, with that subtle; icy strain of emotional abuse that knots up my stomach. Jordy is the goddamn worst about it, a bullying brute of a man who’s the closest thing to a “hero” with everything about him feeling like the sort of “Primal scream against one’s father” Raymond Spum would have put in his films, except less good.

The narrative seems to be saying that the “monster;” a thing that looks like it’s made of dryer lint and shame; is killing them off, but there’s also some contradictory implications that one of them is doing the killing, or maybe they’re all halucinating the monster?!

IDK, look it up only if you hate yourself.

Helltell- The late-70s film that put Walton Buckner truly on the map; the production of this film was largely uneventful, with the budget being higher than any Ronnie had previously worked with; large amounts of costume recycling from other productions to save that still-modest budget where they needed it; and the shooting on a singular location; the notorious Sonora Sunset, Tucson’s equivalent to the Bradbury Building with just as long a history.

But, the uneventful production is likely why it ended up as popular as it was, the story of a detective deliberately staying at a mysterious hotel where multiple very wealthy people have disappeared, only to find the inhabitants are far stranger than he had thought; and the hotel seems to be far larger in far stranger ways than he thought.

The simple premise of the film does not at all sum up the nature of the film, with its halucinatory qualities and tendency to digress into strange side stories, the usually trite premise of a hotel “punishing” those for their sins made fresh by the introduction of not only an outsider, but the strange labyrinthine dive into its metaphysical workings; complete with characterizing the monstrous inhabitants who would normally be simple one-off scares.

In its way, it does seem to be an extension of the previous aesthetics and concepts of the director’s March Of The Puppetmaster; to the point it is speculated that the elevator operator; who re-uses the Rat King’s mask from that film; may even be the same entity as that film.

Of course, we cannot speak of the franchise without first talking about the Bellboy, the beautiful man who is seemingly head of the titular Helltell with the strange deformed eye; played by the mysterious; wildly charismatic Titus "Count” Ajax.

He seemingly showed up one day; on audition; and was basically hired on the spot. He was, by all accounts, a social butterfly despite seemingly nobody on the production having met him before, though he always shied away from conversation about his past, and strangely insisted on never being seen shirtless and never being seen leaving the filming location.

But of course, this would only become more of a mystery until its ultimate; anticlimactic conclusion; so we’ll save that for later...

[lqds-blog]

Aș spune, mai întâi, că trebuie să ne ferim să identificăm succesul cu fericirea. Există fericire, independent de succes și există oameni de succes nefericiți. Una la mână. În al doilea rând, cred că succesul se obține, ca și fericirea, mai curând dacă apare ca efect colateral, decât ca țintă obsesivă, halucinatorie. Nu vă pot da o rețetă să fii fericit, dar vă pot da o rețetă cum să fii nefericit, cum să consolidezi o nevroză puternică: să te scoli și să te culci cu ideea că trebuie să fii fericit. Dacă ai obsesia aceasta, ai toate șansele să ratezi.

Andrei Pleșu “despre succes” 

[dwimmerlaiks]

sunday review, so far

- made banana bread (7/10)

- got up at 1:30pm, so basically spent half the day in a halucinatory coma, which I guess is what I get when for insisting I stay out till 5am the night before even though I’m halfway through a cold (2/10)

- already cleaned the apartment and listened to 2 TAZ episodes. these two things are directly connected. our apartment has never been so sparkly clean as since I started listening to the adventure zone. october’s look is a mop and some headphones and trying not to laugh out loud because you don’t want to be the weirdo with a mop going höhöhö . (8/10 for efficiency and fun!)

- constant sneezing (2/10 just because I love feeling sorry for myself)

- have so far ignored 7 text msgs. hm. (8/10 because despite the slightly bad conscience, i love sunday afternoon radio silence mmh yea)

- I tried that nailpolish flower tutorial that’s been haunting me for months. it’s exactly the kind of nonsense busywork I’m looking for during the winter months, sth to do while watching semi-bad shows. it’s a bit fidgety (and drippy) but it actually works and doesn’t take a lot of practice to work out. if I made like, 600 of them, they’d look cool as some kind of oversized headdress (6/10 for fun but unrealistic long-term goals)

- soaked and reconstituted dried tomatoes in olive oil and herbs. Herbs. erbs. forgot to add wine while soaking. of course. (7/10 for small successes dampened by the later realization of failure. will not taste like mom’s sundried tomatoes. small steps.)

- started reading katz und maus by günter grass. I know it’s like, supposed to be greater literature and all, probably?; but I’m a simple, superficial mind and thus am still struggling with the recurringly graphic descriptions of the guy’s apparently ginormous adam’s apple. why is so much of german literature so weirdly and subliminally uncomfortable in its tone. (5/10)

- at 6pm, it’s already dark as night :/ (0/10, still hate winter)

- finished drafting the skirt pattern I was working on, while watching more of The Bad Show (mindhunter). it’s an entire show about male violence on women, and the women are sidelined throughout it. how can you justify this to yourself? or how can you make this, and spend hours of pretentious, self-involved dialogue discussing the myriads of ways white men have refined their cruelty towards women, and yet populate your entire show, including protagonists, with a cast of white men. how does the embarrassing irony and shamefuly failure of this not haunt your every waking second as a media creator in this day and age. (7/10 re: skirt pattern, -3 for obvious doubts about whether my anger-fueled productivity justifies the complicity created by my continuous viewership despite obvious trash content)

- ordered these earrings because I want to make the most of the current increase in available silver plated fashion jewelry ... i can never find earrings I can actually wear, because most fashion jewelry is made out of materials I’ve got an intolerance against. also saw these hilariously pointless socks that only started making a small amounts of sense once I saw this image. so they’re like, stirrup socks you wear when you’re too lazy to wear stirrup leggins which are in themselves......... well. I really try not to judge weird, pointless fashion trends since I’ve never been an innocent bystander myself. but. stirrup socks, man. that sure is something special LOL. (5/10 bc of the joy of online shopping being tempered by the harsh realities having spent money)

- wrote this post. (4/10 for length and diary vibes, what is this, 2002?, can’t refuse the simple pleasure of a v long rambly post though, easy way to avoid dealing w the pile of paperwork next to me)

[jexttelez]

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[indianspiritualscience]

Follow these two methods and see the changes!

Our minds crave for security, but is the greatest stumbling block itself. When our mind is let free into a halucinatory world, hopes start sprouting. There are many posts related to HOPE, but today I will be discussing 2 important methods which can be uses to cut down the 'hop'. 'Hop' here refers to speeding in the reverse order. This means that Hoping, takes you back from where you started.

It sets your mind to zero, to experience the possibilities to material life afresh. This is stupidity. BE CONSCIOUS. Spirituality is the only solution to get rid of this endless cycle. As you practice training the mind, you shall automatically be revealed of this trend of 'hopping' regularly. Once, noticed we should take the following steps:

Introspect:  This is an effective method to audit your thoughts. By practicing Introspection, you can get aware of the nature of your mind. Through a prolonged period of practice, it shall reveal to you the deep rooted thoughts that drive you to perform a particular activity.

Surrender: On having introspected deeply, one might be trampled by the onslaught of nightmares and unwanted thoughts. These thoughts may not be related to you in any manner. But, as you know that your mind absorbs content around you, in this world, since many lifetimes, surrendering them becomes crucial. If not, you may not progress in spiritual growth and chances to fall back rise. Consciously, submitting these thoughts by not attributing the thought to yourself accelerates your progress. Realizing that these thoughts are a result of many actions and desires of many lifetimes, helps you become consistent in surrendering.

[your3rdeye]

Let us show you something

Explore your minds eye. Open the box. You wont try to fly out your window. Unless your suicidal and/or you’re stupid. Also if you hear voices when your alone go to a doctor and please dont take my other advice. Take hallucinatory drugs with someone who wont judge or worry and helps you feel comfortable. Have somewhere peaceful and beautiful to go. Bring sun glasses. If L.S.D or D.M.T take it slow. Small dose first time. Mushrooms take recommended dose. Dont fuck with other halucinatory drugs unless youv'e tried the common 3. Buy or be gifted from a trusted dispenser. Do not buy from randoms. If possible have sex. Don’t pay for it! Marijuana enhances the state of mind. If other drugs are in your system be hesitant about mixing. If you dont smoke cigarettes definitely don’t try when high. Most food wont look appetizing but will blow your mind. You wont feel hungry, chances are your body is. A washroom visit may be a must when the shits and giggles start kicking in. Do not drive. Enjoy. If been diagnosed with depression and you haven’t found help out of it hallucinogens are a very helpful medication. If Depression comes back consider Micro-dosing daily. Common depression just takes a new perspective to climb out of the hole. Some unfortunate individuals lack the chemicals in the brain to be happy. Micro-dosing is taking a small amount to reduce depression daily. Much more effective then anti-depresants and less side effects. Looking for anti depresants that work for you can take ages and cause more problems, usually worse depression.