Reblog to BITE prev

Based on this.

Yaaaaas 😍

whoever decided to turn daisy bell into a spooky dookie creepypasta song is fucking evil. that computer was brave enough to sing us a delightful little song and you do THIS to him? thats hatsune mikus grandpa dude. fuck you

You don’t say.

oh yes it's that time of year

University of Texas at Austin students standing their ground against the state troopers sent by Governor Greg Abbott to suppress the campus protests

William Hays, Cirrus Sky, Woodblock print

im trying to go to sleep but i cannotttttt stop thinking about this and laughing

Being as Dracula Daily is starting up again in about three days, I think this is a perfect opportunity, as we follow along this year, to play the PG-13 game.

For the unfamiliar, the PG-13 game is as follows: you are allowed to insert one and only one instance of the word "fuck" into the text as written. For maximum impact, where do you put it?

"OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON-"

because I am tired. I am exhausted. I have cared and fretted and cried beyond what sane people should, and if I do not rest my heart, the compassion and empathy I have left will become small and calcified and never grow again. because in a world of infinite injustice, I cannot cry infinitely. the abyss can gaze forever, I cannot win a staring contest, so I must close my eyes. the horrors won't stop, so I need to be able to dream of peace for a little while.

the amount of ways we have to qualify the geoncide in gaza in order to get people to care is actually sickening to me. “it’s a feminist issue!” “it’s a disabilities issue!” “it’s an environmental issue!” like i’m sorry but even if this was happening solely to able bodied men and was causing no harm to the environment, it would still be wrong because it’s a genocide and these people are being bombed and killed and starved every fucking day. you shouldn’t need an extra label to give you a reason to care about people that are dying.

it’s quite actually devastating that you rarely can get physical copies of concert tickets these days. it’s all digital like.. where is the commemorative piece of paper i held in my sweaty little hand all night that i get to bring home and stick in my keepsakes? we are losing some of societies greatest pillars

being a writer is spelling disembowelment correctly on the first try but somehow always screwing up definitliely

Everyone keeps acting like as a druid I'm just boring and not as interesting or violent as wizards or warlocks but they'll all see when I finally perfect my new spell, Himalayan Blackberries Growing Inside Of Your Blood

gossamergrove ➳ writeblr introduction.

hi there! i'm ashley {they/she, nineteen years old} and i figured it was about time i returned to writeblr! i'm known to pop up around here for a short while before disappearing again, but hopefully i can manage to stick around this time!

here's a little bit of background info about me!

i've been around on writeblr on-and-off for at least 2 years now! i'm always open to making new friends within the community, and i'm 100% okay with being tagged in things, including writeblr games or even just snippets of others' writing!

my ask box is always open, but fair warning that i get easily overwhelmed, so it might take me a while to answer whatever is in my inbox. please don't let this deter you from sending asks about me, my projects, or anything you want go share with me!

this blog is 18+ as i don't have the mental energy to censor myself or my writing to accommodate for a demographic any younger, so please respect that! if i find out that you follow me and are a minor, i will block you.

read about my works in progress under the cut!

let's talk about those works in progress i mentioned! i currently have one primary project i'm in the early stages of working on, but this masterlist will be updated whenever i have a new project i'm ready to start posting about.

amaranthine ➳ adult romantasy.

status: planning [est april 2024]

Freya grew up surrounded by royalty, but it was always just shy of her grasp. Having grown up in the castle as the child of the royal family's political advisor and most trusted maid, Freya has witnessed firsthand what being royal is like, even if her status as a high class commoner resulted in relentless teasing from the crown prince and his friends. She's never been more than an outcast among her supposed "inner circle" and a spoiled brat to those outside the castle walls. Until one night, during a royal ball meant as a prerequisite to political negotiations, the crown prince is found bloody and bruised in the gardens. When Freya finds him passed out at the back entrance to the castle, it sets off a chain of events, leaving Freya at the center of everything. It's up to her to figure out what's going on, and quickly, before the world she knows comes tumbling down around her.

that's all for now! i hope you enjoy your time in my little corner of writeblr, and thank you for reading through my rambling!