Time’s Arrow neither stands still nor reverses, it merely marches forward.
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what song makes you feel better?
what’s your feel-good movie?
what’s your favorite candle scent?
what flower would you like to be given?
who do you feel most you around?
say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
what color brings you peace?
tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.
what calms you down?
what’s something you’re excited for?
what’s your ideal date?
how are you?
what’s your comfort food?
favorite feel-good show?
for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.
compliment the person who sent you this number.
fairy lights or LED lights?
do you still love stuffed animals?
most important thing in your life?
what do you want most in the world right now?
if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?
what would you say to your future self?
favorite piece of clothing?
what’s something you do to de-stress?
what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)
what movie would you want to live in?
which character would you want to be?
hugs or hand-holding?
morning, afternoon or night?
what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
I am not a lawyer, but I can decently interpret legalese and, being as I also suffer from tl;dr syndrome and assume others may as well, I took one for the team and went through the updated TOS for the post+ accounts and highlighted (what I understand to be) the most pertinent information, which ultimately comes down to this:
If anyone is a lawyer and knows I've gotten any of this wrong, please do not hesitate to correct me/this post.
Screenshots taken from Tumblr's TOS (updated 7-21-21), Stripe's Account Agreement, and the post+ FAQs.
Got obsessed with what the egos look like and wear and wrote this instead of my paper. C’est la vie!
Jackie’s hoodie is the heaviest one you’ve ever held and he always has the hood up, pushing his hair down against his bright blue mask, a warm, familiar weight across his shadowed blue eyes. He smiles easily and runs his hands over the soft beard about his friendly mouth. Combat boots, too many pockets, belts, a holster on his thigh. A bracelet given to him by someone he loved. Fighting has not made him unkind and his hands are softened by red gloves. His room is full of blankets and his hoodie sleeves have holes for his thumbs to stick through. He’s been his own for a long time and he resembles Jack less than the others do, but they share the same kind of warmth in the lines of their faces.
JJ is small and wild and he wears white and black unless he’s stealing his brother’s clothes, which he often does. He’s trim, neat, fashionable in a self-conscious sort of way. His eyes are very bright and a little silver, like something starry got stuck in the middle of his creation. He is well-loved, but still there was some darkness on the day of his birth, and it lingers in his clever, flashing, cautious eyes and his carefully, carefully, carefully cared-for clothes. He wears hats and needs glasses because one eye is worse than the other. His movements are all fluid and graceful and his hands never hold still. Sometimes steals Chase’s gauges and thinks about getting more tattoos. Often forgets to wear shoes.
Henrik – just a little lost, just a little traumatized – changes with the day. He’s trying to get a new job now that he’s back from a blood-red vacation, so he pulls together old fuzzy sweaters and turtlenecks and long coats, but most days he is an over-sized t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He has running shoes and he likes to stand in the rain. He never puts in contacts and he still wears his old wedding ring, though he couldn’t tell you why if you asked him. He smells like coffee and iodine, and he rubs his beard when he’s thinking, and he says loving things in a rough voice. He is littered in scars. Exhausted. He’s cut his hair short at the sides and he can’t always look himself in the eyes, but he’s still the good doctor.
Chase is a backwards hat and an arm wrapped in bracelets, dyed hair now faded to brown. Blink and you’ll miss his wide and perfect smile. His eyes are very blue. Girls leave numbers on his coffee cups but he’s still trying to put his broken heart back together. His black jeans are ripped and he always looks good. With his children in his arms, he is a creature of light and joy, his face shining and his mouth professing a love deeper than the stomach of the ocean. He is logos and Instagram pictures and he’s a good actor, too, because these days he can mimic Jack better than Anti ever has. A necessary deception, he tries to convince himself, but at the end of the day he’s still staring at a slow sort of suicide that sits at the bottom of a fifth of whiskey. He sets his glass down and goes to find someone to help him, wearing all black.
Marvin is a ferocity. White fingers glittering with rings, the flowing of a cape about his shoulders, tuxedos and jewelry and neatly-braided hair. A proud tilt to his handsome head, a sly sort of smile on his mouth, a wild gleam in his fine blue eyes. He holds magic in his shaking hands and coughs blood into the porcelain sink when he overexerts. He likes to show off but he never puts anyone else down for his own benefit, and at the end of the day he lets his hair out and switches into pajamas and sits next to whoever needs him most that night. He’s funny and his mouth is foul. He’s beautiful and kind and powerful, given a few chances to mess the trick up before he gets it right.
Jack wears a hospital gown.
For now.
He’ll wake up one day. Or someone will. Someone will sit up in that hospital bed, and someone will cough and shake and eventually recover, and someone will smile wide at the others around him, crying and laughing and thanking God that he’s finally woken up. It will be a good day, a happy day, even, but the next day –
Well, the next day –
Anti wears flesh.
I guess we have to wait and see who he wears next time.
New video!!
I’m drawing all 6 of the Jacksepticeye egos and next up is JackieBoy Man!!
Available as a sticker on my RedBubble
@taikeero-lecoredier @therealjacksepticeye
No one wanted nor asked for this, but this might be the best pose I’ve drawn in this style so you get to see it anyway
Okay, I think i have it now and i appreciate it.
I didn’t realise how much 2 million was and i couldn’t take that number down now. It should look like 2,000,000 in the notes bar.
He’s convinced that this will never reach that number, and very confident about it so Let’s prove him wrong!! He thinks this will get about 25 notes beofre it’s left in the dust.
You don’t have to do it for me. But for the point and to prove him wrong. He has to pay and everything so let’s make him suffer with it!!
I’m counting on you!!!
Remember it’s 2,000,000!
“why are the among us characters wearing space suits in a spaceship?” have you not seen how much is wrong with the fucking spaceship
Henricks stubborn and Chase is done with his shit
@taikeero-lecoredier @therealjacksepticeye
Well, I’ve officially fallen in love with these characters. I plan to do more with them in the future, so be on the lookout! Reblogs are always welcome, btw!
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