Every Time I Check This Site I Find Out More. Man, November 5th Is 2020 Apologizing.

Dream SMP Lore, the reason I live in fear

After a long time of not posting, mulling over my fic work, deal with personal issues, I have returned!

Here’s my SWTOR Light-sided sith, Kai’theria! I’ve been listening to Pet Sematary by Starcrawler and kept think about her.

Wilbur says gay rights or else

The greatest Wilbur image ever

Day 29, Space! This is from my Stellaris game I played with my brother. This is the Order of the Omnipotent, an imperial race of pacifistic, spiritualist, psionics!

‘I wish you could have been there..’

‘I’m here now.’ 

Me combining my interests:

I knew the song was coming but it still hit like a flash-bang when I heard Heat Waves start playing

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

pick one. this is your blind date

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6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

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21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

(assume that whoever you get is single)

I didn’t expect anyone to like my angsty rambles. I’ve got more where that came from if y’all want?

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.