being friends with a left-handed girl is amazing we can hold hands while we both draw :>
NO I'LL STAY UNTIL YOU GIVE ME THE CHEESE
GET OUT OF MY HEAD :D
"And yet he was accustomed since his youth to putting on a brave front, and so Kaveh was unwilling to let his colleagues and friends know that he was nigh penniless even after selling all he owned, and so he went to a tavern, where he would order a few bottles and chat to comfort himself."
running on the walls cuz i have to wait for boothill banner for a entire month
In celebration here’s some of my favorite moments from the definition of a lovely comfort show:
1. Moon is canonically a bean
2. Bag implies they can die🤨💀, this plus the theory that all sentient objects are the souls of dead people-👀
3. GAY LEMON STICKER SLAYYYY
4. LIL GAY RAINDROP SKRUNK
Also this clip is just. Everything. Me. Perfectly.
Love this show, if ya never watched before go watch it pls pls pls it’s literally amazing happy birthday
can tumblr user james-spooky update two fics in one night. maybe? probably not but maybe…
not used to reading fanfic I flip through tumblr but yet i was jumpscared by sampoxgepard porn
low-key don’t know what to do with this thing (fan-made tma spiral fear experience in an amusement park) I wrote but I found it appealing read myself even if it was pretty short. Any warning I will put in the tag to the best of my ability.
Long day of being at a amusement park with friends, it’s crowded, then I get a message that my mother is here to pick me up, beginning to feel rushed to dash into the crowd and take a turn at a shop I recognize, then again, and again, and again.. my legs feel like they’re about to give out under myself and yet feels like there is no end in sight. In hope of any more clarity on where to go I look around to find that the sky has gone cloudy, there is less people or none at that matter, I cannot find any maps and resort to finding a park worker. Twisting and winding the amusement park is and I have not found any staff, or anyone, I am tense. The sandals I have chose to wear have begun to blister my feet, I take them off and the cold stone decorated path I run on will not help. Finally a shop, it’s open, why wouldn’t it be? A cashier, hair blonde and very curly, thank goodness someone else is here. I approach screaming hello, my throat weak from dehydration and how long I’ve been running.Â
Pat
 PatÂ
  Pat
They(?) look up, I feel uneasy, I ask how to get to the entrance from here. They do not respond, I stare, it stares.
  Run
 Run
RUN
FEET BLISTER AND BURST
THIS PAIN MAKES ME STUMBLE AND FALLÂ
I CRY IN FEARÂ
THE SCREAMS AND LAUGHSÂ
MY SCREAMS AND THE DISTORTED LAUGH
OF A MAN I DO NOT
CAN NOTÂ
COMPREHEND
A FACE CONTORTS IT’S FEATURES INTO A SPIRAL
FINGERS TOO LONG GRAB AND PIERCE
I KICK AND CRYÂ
AT A POINT
I HAVE MY HANDS AROUND A THROATÂ
THE LAUGH BECOMES A WEEZE
THE GRIP HAS LOOSENEDÂ
ITS HANDS HAVE LEFT MY WOUNDS
HANDS PRY AT MY HANDS
MY HANDS TIGHTEN
I HEAR IT GASPÂ
IT HAS NO PLUSE
THERE EXISTS THE BONES
TO STOP
THIS HELL
I WILL BREAK
ITS NECK
AND ESCAPE
The moment ends and now I’m back. A crowd around me I see, blurry eyes and a throbbing headache. There are staff around and the sirens of an ambulance. I bring a hand to my head. Blood, I look down, the wounds have not bled through my clothes, no signs at all, I pick myself up and like a sore thumb in the crowd,
IÂ
SeeÂ
It.
Though that moment had been too quick, my vision goes blurry and blacks out.Â
I’m awake, a hospital I assume and I am safe.Â