reblog so the guardians of smash may bless you and your loved ones
So, you all know that the group I was with in Fantasycon? Well, because of our win, I’m not employed as a make-up artist for a professional photoshoot at the end of this month and an internship at a playhouse!
MUSIC BOX COVERS: your favorite songs as lullabies
01. I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie 02. Little Talks - Of Monsters And Men 03. The A Team - Ed Sheeran 04. Radioactive - Imagine Dragons 05. Misery Business - Paramore 06. Fix You - Coldplay 07. Carry On, Wayward Son - Kansas 08. Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana 09. Under The Bridge- Red Hot Chili Peppers 10. Basket Case - Green Day 11. Karma Police - Radiohead 12. Enter Sandman - Metallica 13. Gold Digger - Kanye West 14. Stan - Eminem 15. Dream On - Aerosmith 16. This Charming Man - The Smiths 17. Uprising - Muse 18. Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
October 31, 1976
My name is Keven
It’s only been a few hours since I fell into this world of screams and terrors. Four to be exact. I’m not sure if I can get home either because I woke up surrounded by creatures of all kinds. A swamp monster, A werewolf, A weird man in a wheelchair and a man with to faces. Now I am in a peaceful home. I will document my findings here in these journals that I have of this town so I may bring them home to have for my children to see. I’m sure that if I can find that circle of trees again, I can get home. If I can ever get home.
I was introduced to a skeleton man they call ‘The Pumpkin King’. The ‘king’ introduced himself as Jack Skellington. Clever name, I have to say. He took a liking to me, but to be honest, I was screaming mentally that I was shaking hands with a skeleton. Who wouldn’t? Jack looks like a skeleton that has invisible muscles to move himself with. He wears a tattered suit that looked like he was going to a wedding. Or he was going to go to one.
Everyone in the town was of various monsters. I met these three kids that didn’t look like monsters though, only trick-or-treaters. The mayor told me that they were called ‘Boogies Boys’ and that I should stay clear of them. I think I will, but if they’re ‘Boogies Boys’ then why is one of them a girl? When I inquired further, all anyone told me is that they’re called Lock, Shock, and Barrel.
Lock is an average seven year old boy that dresses like a devil. His hair is a striking red and eyes like coals. His skin was deathly pail and he looked frail as well. I could even see the faintest lines around his neck Shock was a lanky nine year old girl that dresses like a witch, acts like one too. She has dark skin like she had been burned with a dark and charred dress and hat. Her hair was wiry and stuck out in odd angles. Barrel looked about five. He dressed like a skeleton but is a round, pudgy child. His hair looked matted down in places and he looked like he had bruises on his body and lost, helpless eyes. In all honesty, he looked like he wanted love and affection while the other too looked vengeful.
Now, in all honesty, I don’t think I’ll be able to go home soon. If I can, no one will believe me. I think I shall stay here and write more about the days I spend here. I’ve fallen into this town with seven journals and I intend to leave with them all as well.