gleamingtrickster

[gleamingtrickster]

Noodle Sex

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[gleamingtrickster]

I just wanna make a character that's goofy. Is that too much to ask?! No, because my dumb fucking Brain can't choose what the hell to do. So NOW I have like 20 fucking Google docs filled with lots of fun ideas and no thoughts of what goes where and which ones get pushed away.

It's just... I wanna make a character based off all my favorite characters and by now, I think they're going to need a personality disorder for this shit. How the fuck could you based a character off these shits?? Like fucking Deadpool and Argyle. Eddie Munson, Richie Tozier and Gamzee. Bad example. Argyle is the only one that's actually different from the rest. Hell, even Stiles Stilinski and that kid Eli.

Or like a duo. Two boys, in love, that no one really knows what the hell their relationship is, but them. They're just in love. Both are idiots, but it's Argyle and Jonathan or Argyle and Eddie.

This has gone on for years. It's an obsession that I can't put into real thought.

[gleamingtrickster]

I need this in my life. I love all three.

Danny Phantom has a Passive Danger Potential of 17 on a scale of 1-10. 

He no longer plays by the rules of mere mortals. 

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[gleamingtrickster]

I love it. Bugs freak me the hell out and the idea of slowly changing into something that makes me gag is freaking me out but that is an awesome little thread. Also, a dope ass drawing.

i think my antidepressants are working a bit too well. yesterday i compared a street lamp to an angel.

[gleamingtrickster]

I feel like this would be something I'd do...

[gleamingtrickster]

Literally reblogging this because I've smoked Mary-Jane, had seizures and have ADHD. My memory is fucked.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.