Since it’s sadly relevant, a PSA for anyone attending a Jewish funeral or visiting a home where they are sitting shiva: no flowers, please. We understand that’s your tradition and won’t be offended, but respecting our traditions is a better gift of care.
Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory
[image description: a series of drawings, starting with Lup in her lich form. She’s a thin elf with long curly hair, and her form is entirely made up of orange and red swirling energy, like flame. She’s pacing around a small circular room lined with black curtains, tearing at them in one image. Suddenly, Edward, a purple-toned lich, falls from above and lands on his hands and knees. He looks up at Lup and asks: “Wh-who are you? What is this place?”
Lup: Are you the one who’s been hurting my brother out there?
Edward: Am I–where are we?
Lup: (baring her teeth and looking furious) I’m gonna fucking kill you now. end Id.]
Assert dominance over ghosts by jumping out at yourself from dark corners
Why wait for a poltergeist to cause a ruckus? Slam your own doors. Rattle your own windows. Smash your own favourite plate against the wall. Haunt your own house. You don’t need no weakass spirit. The only supernatural force you need in your life is yourself.
This is legitimately how I comfort myself after watching scary YouTube videos at 3am. I’ve been doing this for years. I get paranoid that whatever spook is in my home just out of my field of vision and is gonna get me and I say “the scariest creature in this house is me” and it makes me feel a lot better.
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