>:(((((

kind of interesting how the boop feature makes tumblr feel so much more active? like idk usually you see people reblogging stuff but you never know if that's a queue and you forget that there are real people behind the blogs. but if ur getting booped? somebody saw you and acknowledged your existence. wild.

And oh, poor Atlas The world's a beast of a burden

When your like the only helpful character, always polite to the protag, the goddamn backbone of the games platforming and have a fun spooky vibe, but people prefer a glitchy lad who isnt even in the game:

gosh i am still so far away from earning that third badge >.<

would the people want to buy a mr bonzo patch.....

emelie told me i looked amazing (it's true). and when i got to talk to her, i thanked her for being "the only real australian accent on lost. cuz the rest were [grimaces]" and she was nodding emphatically, did a playful eyeroll and said "right? it was just me, i had to be the real australian, for the whole country! on a show that-" and then she scoffed like it actually bothered her and i said "yeah you were on our rep!" and that was cute. i also told her belle is my favourite disney princess (she played belle on once upon a time)

and yeah, she had the exact sweet demeanour you'd expect

i cant boop anyone back because side blog but TRAGICALLY this means i cant get the boop badge on here either please know i am booping you all in my heart

Finished my 1st of 3 experimental furry badge commissions.👍 (For @pseudorhombicosidodecahedron) 

To everyone I see on my scroll through this hellsite, I apologize. You will be booped if the button is there.

I will get the last badge...if it kills me

ALL PAWS ON DECK

Softly, with lots of energy:

It's so interesting to think about the time she was Lost and how the blame shifted around so much. How some days she'd kick the dirt, curse herself, her hubris, she'd glance around in the rubble of her sanity and see the wings still dripping with wax next to her. It's not about the time travel but how she really thought she could be the one who conquered it, this kid from the streets of post-war London. Who did she think she was?

And the other days where her soul burned with the need to stay alive, selecting people seeming at random to befell this justified rage at. Winston. Jack. The host of top scientists who dreamt up the project. The careful hands that crafted the Slipstream for her. Each one of them had their days, her voice screeching against the ether until vocal folds crack and shrivel.

When she is 'between doorways' which is more of a noncorporal state, she can peer into the windows of the multiverse. And sometimes, when she's lucky, she'll end up right back at her time, where she watches friends and family go about their business as Lena slowly loses her mind in space. And in very specific circumstances, she'll be just on the other side of the veil, close enough to touch but far enough to watch her own fingers pass through the person harmless. Objects, though, can be sometimes manipulated with sheer force of rage, which she has in spades. Don't forget her, she screams, don't leave her behind.

look at that drop I'm fucking cackling this is the best thing. the funniest thing!!!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!!

Does the first one look good or is the damage badge too blue??? The second one for reference bc I think the colors are fucking perfect with the second and third badge

I hope my new car arrives before (Canadian) Thanksgiving.. I want to see the fall leaves in Quebec and New Brunswick on a road trip east..