me, shaking my main character oc: “THE PLOT! JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING PLOT!!”
my main character, covered in blood, grinning maniacally and saying nothing just like i created them to do
“what where you doing?!” they ask as i emerge from my cave, covered in shredded paper, wood glue, several bags of glitter, and a life-sized version of the Mona Lisa doodled on my chest
me: “arts and crafts”
Not me opening Tumblr looking for notifications when i haven’t posted or interacted with anyone on here for three weeks
the stages of tumblr notes
0 - i am alone in the universe :(
1-5 - friends for life!!
5-10 - mom i’m famous
10-30 - i am god
30-50 - okay that’s enough
50-100 - you can stop now
100+ - jfc y’all leave me alone
(and the rare 1000+) - i will end this life known and loved by my people, however much their devotion brings me pain
one of those house renovation shows but instead the house is haunted by an extremely passive aggressive ghost who causes minor inconveniences to the realtors every step of the way
YES i was listening to hangover when i thought of this!
we are more than half a decade from the start of covid
GOOD OMENS AKHDKGKHJFDKJHGHFD Crowley core or aziraphale core? [im crowley pls pls think im cool and suave and totally-not-awkward]
hmmm i think i’m a mix of both like aziraphale’s cozy boookshop but def crowley’s taste in music and general but-i-simply-do-not-vibe-with-the-law-officer core
u seem very crowley-esque and cool dw 👍 /gen
Physically you can hurt only your characters. Emotionally you can hurt both your characters and your readers
just listened to the get up kids - four minute mile album and omfg i sounds so much like bullets by mcr
self-insert fics are gaslighting. wdym he moved to hit me and i flinched away?? bitch i fought back against tbat motherfucker