Mom said its my turn to do a screencap redraw of the babygirl

I promised myself I wouldn’t upload any of my new fic until I’d finished it completely but there are only two chapters left to write and I’m so tempted to upload the first one already because I have no impulse control

There's a spider in the hallway to my building's laundry room

you just know that after like the third time Dave's phone cuts to voicemail that Thatcher gets pissed and defensive like "whatever, I don't want to talk to him anyway", completely unaware that Dave is lying in a morgue somewhere and died thinking Thatcher hated him, you know?

anyway, I'm very well and normal over them

OH OKAY.

you're on my fucking list, buddy. YOU ARE ON MY FUCKING LIST.

Hmmm...what do you think? I tried to create a cute picture of Blu as the Easter Dog. My sister, ( who always prefers things a bit dark and creepy) says Blu looks weird and scary! I like it! I put white bunny ears first, then I realized they don't match his fur, so I put the dark ones. 🙄

oh god not the intentional house md reference

so many people, Clara included, say that Clara can’t get the Sand Plague in the Changeling route, which is a real slap in the face because i got infected day two and remained infected for my entire run, so NO SABUROV, SHE CAN GET SICK

Congrats guys that's the worst game if bowling anyone's ever seen

Me convincing my friends to watch kinnporsche:

someone needs to give me my work’s playlist, Hozier would really liven things up

I realize I never showed y'all the Deathwing Funko that I've owned for like 10 years

Ramble time

So ive been sat on a Chain finds out about the curse fic for a while. Its revolves around Dark revealing it to the others and Sky running off scared.

Now the struggle is that Unravelling, as my main project, is kinda involved in this area too. And I know it's not a problem to have multiple stories about the same thing like I can write what I want.

Someone who isn't my brain tell me what to do with this. Cause I'm conflicted between posting it and deleting it.

wrote 2k words of v emotional scenes and then just had to get up and go to work like i was normal (i was not normal)

29,638/50,000

Me trying to figure out where tf I am at any given moment while playing Ghost of a Tale:

I have never once installed the Facebook app on my phone in the years I've had this device, but I have uninstalled it at least 30 times this year alone.

It will be back within the week.

it’s 2 am in kyoto. you and your brother are seated on top of the van. russel and ace are fast asleep inside. you should join them but neither of you will. you sit in silence for a minute. then two. then three. the wind is a bit chilly, flowing through your bones like you’re nothing. you look up at the sky and thousands of white specs look back. he says something about the stars. about how some people are kind of like them too, they stick around in spirit well after they’re gone. it doesn’t take much effort to know who he’s talking about. red rimmed eyes give it away regardless. you remind him of the question you had when they were younger and both more naive, and how you still needed an answer. “why did i stick around, despite all the bullshit?” he echos, voice more gentle than it had been in ages. “well, it’s quite simple really. i’m sure it’s the same for you too, but i just really loved making music with you all.” you wish you could it was really that simple. maybe it was for him, after all he wasn’t the one that relied on all of them as guardians. 2d never relied on Him for protection. shattered glasses and drunken screams echo through your mind. and then there’s silence once more. you both chat a bit longer. happier memories, this time. walking down the kong grave yard on summer evenings. chaotic early career band practices. late sunday breakfast when everyone was feeling especially nice. happier memories that feel hallowed out, you both see the elephant in the room so clearly yet never acknowledge it’s presence. for a band currently celebrating the Now, it was shocking how tangled up in the past you could get. you laugh. so does he. without words he knows exactly what you’re thinking. it’s a comforting fact to know someone gets it. the streetlight across the road flickers out. you wait a moment. then two. then three. you both take this as a sign to go to bed. while the holes in your heart feels prevalent as ever as nothing really shifted, the isolation it causes goes away and for once, just for a moment, you feel guiltless hope for a new day without Him.