Endogenic Syscringe Alterrace Introjects When You Go By Only One Set Of Pronouns And Laugh At Jokes About

what i love about tumblr and a03 is that the tags act as extra posts, but funnier

i love them both but i need blaine in ways that are concerning to zombie-human relations

HALLOWEEN LAYOUTS

im so ready for someone to send in an ask with like "can you find a header for this icon?" and i'll send so many headers !!! so many !!! a thousand !!!

My Name Hoard !! +nicknames for them

Reverie - Rev Valeria - Val, V Howl Alice Harley - Harles, Harl Jamie - Jam Lupine - Lou

(He/Him)

i love them all ;; *BOLD/RED* = most used/favorite

just saw someone posting about how gross hannigram is and im just?? look at his face, look at how he looks at will.

Holosexual Alien Aesthetic

(holosexual the aesthetic, not an actual sexuality)

heyhehi hi ^_^ peter strahm 🫵🏽

UGH im so tired of you G*Y PEOPLE !!!! i would NEVER !! *NEVER* make a peter strahm layout. what is WITH YOU GUYS !!!!!!1

"minors dni this is a ddlg/ageplay blog" oh nooo... i cant reblog or like it bc im a minor... succhhh a shame i cant credit you.....

Recently I've been craving human blood.

People always say it's the quietest at night, I think they're probably wrong. Or maybe I just have superhearing, but recently I've found, during restless walks around town, that everything is so much louder. It startled me at first, the loudness. But as I found that I could drone in on sounds and where they were coming from, I was eerily calm. It was the way my head snapped with precision when a noise was 'too close' that took me a while to get used to. Automatic like gunfire to where the sound was, as if waiting to strike. Like a midnight hunter, prowling. And thats when I noticed it. The hunger. at first I wasn't sure what it was, but I could taste it on my tongue. I think, if I hadn't been able to taste it, I wouldn't have realized. To give some background, when I was a child, at some point, I had found out that if I open my mouth and breathe in through it while smelling something at the same time, that it would enhance the smell. I think I had read somewhere about cats doing it in 'Warrior cats' and found a way to mimic it, but anyways, it's become a habit when I'm on edge, one of my animalistic inclinations that almost always overtook my human ones when I was walking alone at night. As if a part of me just turned feral. Like I was no longer human but a coalescence of all of the animals i'd encountered. I would hiss or growl, carry things in my teeth when convenient, or even sometimes flex my hands like a cat flexing its claws. which I had. My nails were long and sharpened to a point, not for aesthetics, but as a sort of weapon, in case my trusty pocket knife were to be torn from me in some way. I think I've always been this way. This animalistic amalgamation that couldn't hardly be called human, at least not fully. But recently as I've found myself sleeping for 16 hours a day and being awake during the night, it's gotten worse. The iron-ey taste of blood stuck in my nose, it just made me.. hungry. I'd smell upwind as if hunting, which i was always downwind, but that would be upwind for whatever was behind me. good for a hunter, bad for the prey.. so I guess the question would be, am I the hunter, or the prey? I guess we'll find out.