Everyone sleeps in dadmare's bed for the night

Well, almost everyone sleeps

combining little amelia pond in the tardis with the tardis family au and trying to figure out which members would be pro and against child endangerment.

I opened Pinterest for the first time in months.

That made me realize a lot about how bad I was actually doing and how much of a Waffle House Index use of Pinterest is for adult me, apparently.

I hadn’t realized it had grown that foundational to me in a healthy-brain-exercise-and-hobby-joy way. Nice to know moving forward! It’s another sign I can keep track of and use to spot correlation/indicator patterns earlier my behavior.

I love this kind of thing, it makes me so excited!

i’m

movie concept: storytelling guy a la the princess bride and the guy is brendan fraser and also he's the lead action man in the story that he's reading

sweet sweet re:kinder community... I would like to ask y'all how you came upon the game and your experiences with it because i wanna know. im genuinely so curious to hear about other people's experiences and little opinions about this game because of how wild the game is (/pos) I'd love to hear it. do ramble to me about it

grgrhgahahh i wanna read more pokespe but i cant do it on my phone and im not unpacking my stuff until the morning

Reblog this and put in the tags a movie you’ll never forget watching for the first time

✨positive reasons only✨

Dear Gus & Magnus,

You two fight over who Mom is going to read to every night. It's been like this for a solid month. I don't understand -- I've put my heart into the books lately. I'm doing voices, I'm bringing the enthusiasm, I'm reading for longer and longer, but still, you want Mom.

Suki loves me more, though.

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 3.21.2024 - 7.36pm.

This realisation hits me again and again with different kinks but damn. I've really been into some of my main kinks since before I even knew what sex was

Finally some alone time.

can nobody see how agonizing this fucking feels

I used to chew pens. Then one exploded in my mouth. I do not chew pens anymore.

Real story but I actually used to chew on wires :') Then I shocked myself and that was a pretty quick way to get me to stop LOL

just curious what people said about your art, in regard to your vibes and what artists youre reminiscent of- especially the contradictory stuff

for the similarities: H. R. Giger, Mary Shelly's Frankenstein, a few different Tumblr artists who I haven't had time to like, look into yet so I'm not going to tag them dbhdhrjd, and also the locked tomb series.

and the themes that were mentioned were dark drama, exploration of difficult themes, monstrosity being made mundane, and generally a sense of dread.

I think the contradictions mostly came from people who only interacted with the comedy stuff and art, vs people who interacted with the prose as well. the majority of my actual art trends towards the more lighthearted and pretty sides of things, while my writing gets into the like, edgelord gore and actually kinda fucked stories. so tldr it was "monstrosity as something warm and beautiful" vs "monsters being monsters to other monsters"

A few different people mentioned that I tend to be extremely experimental with both my art and writing. which on the art from I think that comes from the fact I regularly say "hmm hate this" and radically change my style bc I got bored with it. while on the writing I think it's because I change my narration style to suit the project and focus character so there's no stylistic consistentancy between any of the writing projects that are actually like. having effort put into them instead of being random drabbles. The drabbles have a wandering style that's just based on whatever I last put effort into.

@essence-flux-primed // Continued from here

The answer he’s given barely moves Yasuo. Instead, giving a blank stare as he watches Ezreal take another bite from the snack in his hand. And he really decided that this was what he wanted to deal with for the rest of his days-- amazing. 

He shakes his head as if that were to give him the energy to wrangle his boyfriend into bed. It’s then that Yasuo begins to tiredly trudge his way closer towards Ezreal. First off, taking what was left of the plundered box of poptarts and practically throwing them back into his pantry with a string of grumbled curses. A tiny part of his mind reminding him that this was his boyfriend and that he should be nice despite how cranky he was. Yasuo turns his attention back towards the blond; he wastes no time dragging him closer to him by a belt loop and attempting to drag him to the bedroom. “Bed.” Yasuo’s voice is still rough and laced with sleep from being woken moments before, “Now.” Not a suggestion, actually a demand-- and with the way his grip tightens along his boyfriend’s waist only cements it further.

Yk, the fazbear frights books are weird as hell