#i think thjs counts

[thisedibleaintshitdawg]

some guy called me a pussy for using the huntsman the other day so I drew our loadouts kissing

[cowboy-robooty]

everyday im fighting for my life because i always hate the sex parts of my gay porn comics

[lunavikt]

i think actually the funniest case of my doctors being mildly incompetent is the fact that not a single doctor has cared or found it all that strange that i just randomly break out in hives for seemingly no reason and have been since 2019

[minsu-the-cowardly-human]

Bro do you know what would be so silly goofy? If I made characters from literature that I really like(Frankenstein & The Catcher in the Rye mainly) in Sims 4. God that would be funny...so silly goofy!! Maybe Romeo and Juliet but tbh I read that in like freshmen year and I did really like it but I don't remember most of like the details of it. Same goes with the Outsiders, God that was good but I don't remember most of what happens.

Hmmm...ig Farenheit 451 maybe but like I gotta let you in on a lil secret.

I don't really like it. Yes I know it's an important story about society and censorship over information and such. Cliche plot is a bit cliche but whatever, the plot is fine. But the characters bro? The characters??

🤢

None of them are *horrible* but omg it might just be because dystopian fiction has grown a lot since the book's release but everyone is soooo boring. Like Montag is quite literally just your every man who learns about the evil of society. His wife is just the person to show what society's effect on people are. Beatty is a little interesting since he's a hypocrite but...still idk. Clarisse is just the one who makes Montag question his society. Yknow what I mean? The characters feel more like archetypes or plot devices then fully developed characters.

I realize now that might be the point since everybody is supposed to be the same, if so, nice. I still don't like it but I can mayhaps see the purpose of it.

I think I like narratives where yes there is a plot but the characters are...characters with thoughts and emotions and you see how the plot effects them heavily. Goodness especially with Frankenstein, you *see* how much distress Victor is in after he creates his creature. In The Catcher in the Rye, I won't give spoilers, but you *see* his distress *a lot* as the plot happens. That's what interesting to me and that's what I feel was lacking in Farenheit 451 to make it personally interesting to me.

Not to say it was horrible, so 6.5/10 or so. It's far from the worst book I've ever read.

Now, I don't really know if it's the worst book I've read, but the worst reading expierence I had with a book was The Hobbit. I think this was only because I had no idea what was going on and because I was in 6th grade when I read it so yknow. Whose to say? I might enjoy it if I actually paid attention lol bc Frankenstein was kinda hard as shit to understand at points but damn the story was on top, so maybe the same is true for The Hobbit.

Uh...let's see what other options? Of Mice and Men & To Kill a Mockingbird, I liked both of them but not an extradonory amount. But Curly's wife is so sad :( and when we watched the film.movie everyone was waiting in anticipation with *the* scene w/Lenny and her, if yk yk.

HmmMm...I really like The Most Dangerous Game but that's a short story so idk.

Idk I'll think of something else to add-BAHAHAH IMAGINE I DO DOAWK 😭 that would be so fucking funny omg-

Idk...mayhaps.

Erm sorry for this turning into.my reading opinions but...yea!!

[melt1ngmoment]

I s2g this mf ik from hinge keeps blocking then unblocking me 😭

[kroosluvr]

celeste royal trio au favoritism list

1) ROYAL TRIO TENNIS AU - easy to think about and write about and draw MY ABSOLUTE BRAINCHILD. i can also argue this one is the Most romantic (i guess)

1.5) Long winter au - well yeah thjs counts i guess. sorry tennis au still beats it

2) model/actor au - fun to draw not easy to think or write abt

3) hitman au - fun but idk how to bs hitman stuff LMFOAJDJSJSS i only got the hitman games and sakamoto days in here:….

4) swap au - fun to think abt and draw but also it’s rlly new so idk abt it yet….

5) persona tennis au - it’s royal trio tennis au but less angsty so it’s bottom tier SNOOZEFESTTTT i’m joking.

i think that’s all.

[sparklewrites1]

Well...

A/n sept 23: I kinda edited this just slightly.ALSO THJS CAME FROM A REQUEST WHICH I CURRENTKY CANT FIND.

Scream 4!Sidney Prescott x Reader

Warnings: light sexual content (its a short scene thats not too explicit but it's still spicy.), mentions of sexual activities, profanity, slight age gap (reader's 24-25 and sidney's 31-32.) Reader is the bottom. Kinda getting caught but also not really

A/N: it tool entirely too long to write this. I cut down the spicy part because I went way out of my comfort zone and I didn't wanna post that since it goes against my writing rules. Also I added in my own little annotations while writing just to lighten the mood cause I was stressed.

Word count: 2k

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This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Jill's cousin. You were in bed with Jill’s cousin. You were in bed with the cousin of the girl you used to babysit. 

Granted, you didn’t really know who Sidney was until approximately last year. Yes, you had heard her name in passing a few times in the years prior to now, but you never really bothered to look into who she was.

That was until, a few nights ago. Sidney had decided to visit Woodsboro again after years of being gone. The day after she arrived was the first time you met her. And saying she was gorgeous was a vast understatement. 

-

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen as you stared through the small crowd of friends and family who gathered at Jill’s house. Your eyes were placed on one singular person. They were placed on her.

“Why are you looking at my cousin like that?” You hadn’t noticed Jill’s presence behind you until she spoke up.

“Like what?” You tried to act clueless.

“Like that.” She stated. “Like she’s “hot” or something.” Jill grimaced at her own words and let out an “Ew.” 

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Don’t lie to me.” She gave an annoyed sigh. “Please don’t stand here and look at her weirdly all night. You can go talk to her, but don’t be weird about that either.”

“I don’t need your permission to talk to her, I’m a grown woman. I’m literally your babysitter.”

“You were my babysitter.” She corrected you as she rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to her so I don’t have to watch you make eyes at her all night.” She began to walk away but stopped once she got to the stairs. “And don’t try anything funny. You already spend enough time around my family as it is.” Jill warned as she continued to walk to her bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to enter the kitchen. You were feeling quite parched. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass. You walked over to the sink and filled your glass with water. As you raised your glass to your lips, an unfamiliar voice piped up behind you.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.” You flinched at the unexpected sound. You quickly turned around. Only to be met with the sight of the same ethereal woman you were staring at before, walking towards you. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Sidney by the way.”

“I know. I mean- I don’t know but I do. I mean I don’t not know you! I know-I know who you are, I just don’t know you…?” You cringed at your nervous outburst. “I um- I’m (Name).”

Sidney let out a small chuckle at your behavior. 

“Hi, (Name). It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held out her hand to shake. You took her hand in yours and gave it a light shake.

“And for the record, we haven’t met before. I was Jill’s babysitter.”

“Really? I’m surprised she never told me about you.”

“Yeah, she tends to forget about me.” You joke. Sidney lets out another chuckle. Goodness, that was a beautiful sound. You let a small smile grace your lips as you lean against the counter behind you. “So how long you plan on staying in town?”

“About a week or so. I have work to do back at home so I can’t stay too long.”

“Yeah I totally get that…” a somewhat awkward silence befell (ooh girl look at you with your fancy words) you two. “So are you sleeping here tonight or are you staying at an inn or something?”

“I’m sleeping here, in the guest room.” She gestured towards the stairs.

“Oh that’s nice. I used to sleep there when Kate went on business trips and I had to take care of Jill for a few days. I made a lot of great memories up there.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of memories?”

-

You don’t know exactly what happened next, but you do know that somehow you ended up in the position you were in now. And that position was in Sidney Prescott’s lap. In the same guest room you were conversing about.

Her lips fervently pressed against yours as her hand gently caressed your thigh. Her hand slowly traveled up your torso, she started to massage your chest as she removed her lips from yours and trailed kisses down to your neck. A string of curses left your lips, and Sidney quickly shushed you.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” She whispered in your ear.

“No,” You swallowed nervously. “No I don’t.” 

You let out a moan as Sidney’s hand suddenly cupped your heat, massaging you through your panties. 

You ground your core (...?)  against her palm as you bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your noise, but to no avail.

You moaned as quietly as you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around her bare shoulders and dug your nails into her skin as the pleasure you were feeling continued to rise.

“Fuck, I think-” You groaned in frustration when Sidney removed her hand from your lower region. “What are you-” Your sentence was interrupted when Sidney pushed you down onto the mattress, you were now laying on your back, with your head on the very comfortable pillows.

Sidney pressed her lips against yours once more, but this time it was slow and sensual. 

She removed her lips from yours and began trailing kisses down to your neck,

then your chest, 

then your stomach, 

and then she finally stopped at your thighs and began her work.

-

“Do you hear that?” Jill asked Kirby, who was sitting next to her on the couch, happily watching 'Meet the Robinsons'. 

"Hear what?" She queried.

"That creaking noise. I can't be the only one that hears it." Jill grabbed the remote from off of the coffee table and pressed the pause button.

"Hey! I was w-" Kirby was cut off by the sound of Jill shushing her.

"Listen." Jill said. 

Kirby listened closely until she could hear a faint continuous creaking sound.

"What is that?" Kirby asked.

"I dunno." Jill got up from her seat and walked towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's coming from upstairs." Jill said as she continued up the stairs. And Kirby followed her.

As they arrived upstairs the creaking sound became louder, and along with it was the faint sound of voices. 

Kirby and Jill shot each other confused looks as they followed to sound.

They ended up in front of the guest room door, and what they heard was likely to scar them for life.

"Oh, Sidney!"

Their looks of confusion quickly twisted into horrified expressions. They both held back gasps as they ran back down the stairs. They both plopped down on the couch at the same time.

"Was that-" 

"Yes." Jill's bottom lip quivered.

"Were they-"

"Yes!" Jill shouted.

"Oh my gosh!" Kirby grasped the sides of her head with her hands. "They were fucking!"

"I know!" Jill screamed.

"They were doing it! They are doing it!" Kirby grasped Jill by the shoulders and shook her.

"I know!" Jill shouted. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in disgust. 

"I think I'm gonna vomit." Kirby whined.

"At least you didn't hear your cousin fucking your old babysitter!" Jill complained. 

"What are we gonna do?!"

"What you’re gonna do is start up your car. What I’m gonna do is pack up some clothes and stay at your house tonight. Because I am not gonna be under the same roof as them tonight.” Jill stated.

“Sounds good to me!” Kirby exclaimed as they both sprinted off in different directions.

-

“That was amazing.” You exhaled as you pulled the comforter up to your chest.

“Agreed.”

But your bliss was only momentary, because you soon realized that it was far past your time to go home.

"Oh shit!" You jumped up from the bed scouring the room for your clothes. "Where are my pants?!" 

"Over there." She pointed to the corner of the room.

"How the fuck did they get over there?" You rushed to pull them onto your legs. "Tonight was amazing and all- and I hope we could see each other again soon, but I really gotta go!" You hurriedly exclaimed before rushing out the door.

As you were running down the stairs you saw Jill standing in front of the front door with a backpack. 

"Oh! H-Hey Jill what are you doin'?... still awake…" You gave her an awkward smile, now realizing there's a possibility that she could've been aware of your previous activities.

She didn't respond, she only stared at you with an expression of what looked like a mix of fear, disgust, and disappointment. You could infer that she most likely knew what you did.

"Bye." That was the only thing she said before walking out of the door. After a few moments you heard the sound of an engine revving up, it must've been Kirby picking her up.

Not long after the car drove off you went outside to get to your own car.

After starting up the engine you sat in silence for a few moments.

You let your forehead rest against the steering wheel. That’s when all the emotions hit you. Your heart was racing, your face was burning, and your legs were trembling as your face burned in embarrassment. But despite your negative feelings, you felt a hint of excitement. You silently thought to yourself, 

‘Maybe we could do this again…’

You turned your head to stare at the Prescott house. Maybe… Just maybe…

Screw it.

You opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat.

You strode down the path to the front door of the house. When you arrived, you reached in your pocket and grabbed the key that Kate gave you a while back. 

When you finally unlocked the door you turned the knob and pushed it open and lo and behold there she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh- You’re back, did you forget something?” She gave you a friendly smile.

“No, I didn’t. I…” You trailed off, with a wave of shyness hitting you. But you managed to continue your sentence after a few short seconds. “I wanted to…” You took a deep breath. “I wanted to ask for your number and maybe ask you out… on a date.”

“Oh!” She laughed nervously. Was that a bad thing? Was this a mistake? Did you misread the signs- wait- what signs? She literally just fucked you.

You gulped.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” Sidney blurted. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time her words came out at a lower volume. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just caught off guard- I didn’t expect you to come back, and I most certainly didn’t expect you to ask me out.” She took a breath. “But, my answer is yes to both questions.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I- that's great I mean- I mean- cool- um, is Saturday good?”

“Saturday’s great.” A warm smile graced Sidney’s lips.

“Great! I’ll uh… See you then I guess. Goodnight.” You started to reach out for a hug but stopped because that would be too intimate, right? Then you started to reach out for a handshake but that felt too casual. Before you could decide on what to do Sidney moved closer to you and leaned towards you, she gave you a soft peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

You smiled and gave her a small wave before walking out of the front door, and back to your car.

When you got inside, you sat in silence once more, but this time, the silence was a comfortable one. After a few moments you let out a laugh of disbelief. Holy shit. You asked someone out and didn’t get rejected! Your confidence meter was sky high.

A warm fuzzy feeling surrounded your chest as a goofy smile fell on your lips and you started the car.

You drove off into the dark, your mind never leaving what was now the memory of the amazing night that you just experienced. 

[alaydabug2]

@iggydancebreak idk which one you wanted to be tagged in so im just tagging you in this just in case

Thjs started out strong but then writers block hot and I was just trying to get it done before I gave up entirely 💀

(This takes place a couple of years in the future when the neverseen has just been defeated. They're about 20-21 in this)

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(Sophie pov)

Sophie walked her way down the halls of the small, by elvin standards, house her and Keefe shared. Her boyfriend had said he needed some fresh air a little while ago, but he hadn't returned in an hour. She was starting to get worried.

She let out a breath of relief when she found him on the balcony, on the farthest end of the house. She leaned against the frame of the sliding glass door. The cool mettle made goosebumps crawl up her arms. It was already windy out, the temperature dropping with the sun.

Keefe was just in shorts and a thin t-shirt. He had his arms crossed close to his chest for warmth. Sophie could see him trembling from the cold.

She pulled a blanket from the couch before setting out to the balcony. He didn't realize she was there until she placed the blanket over his shoulders. He startled back to reality, turning to face her.

"Hey." Her breath made a cloud that hung in the air. "What are you doing out here?"

"I've just been thinking..." Keefe angled his face away.

"About?" She pressed.

He didn't awnser. Sophie leaned her head on his shoulder. The sunset really was gorgeous, with its vibrant pinks, purples, and yellows. But it was also getting colder by the minute.

"Hey," Sophie murmured. "Let's go inside. It's cold."

"Ok. I'll meet you in there."

"Uh-uh," she told him. "You'll freeze out here."

Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to look at her. "What's wrong? You're not acting right."

"I just... didn't expect to survive my mom. I don't know what to do now."

Sophie's heart sunk. "What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know." He kept his gaze fixated on the floor. "I... didn't let myself make many plans for the future. I didn't want to plan my life out, only for her to..." He trailed off.

Sophie took his hands, caressing the back of them with her thumbs. He stared at their intertwined fingers. A longing look filled his eyes.

"Come inside, Keefe," she repeated.

He mumbled something she didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Why do you love me," he whispered.

Sophie felt her heart being squeezed. Keefe's eyes had unshed tears in them. She reached up to cup the side of his face. Where was all of this coming from?

For the moment, her focus was on reassuring her boyfriend. She pressed her forehead to his. "Well..." she started out, "You're kind, you're funny, you're caring. I don't know what not to love about you."

"But I've hurt you," Keefe's voice cracked.

She gazed into his eyes. "You've made mistakes," Sophie agreed. "But you've been trying to fix them. That's what matters, okay? What's all of this about?"

He didn't speak.

"Talk to me," she pleaded. "What's going on?"

"I told you," Keefe pulled away. It created a gap between them. It was small, but to Sophie, it was an ocean. "I didn't think I'd get this far. I don't know how I'm supposed to get my life back on track now. I was counting on never getting the chance to. I don't know how to fix all of the things I've done."

Keefe sat on the bench that was placed out on the balcony. He propped his head in his hands, staring out at the ocean the house was built by. His eyes had a strange mix of sorrow, defeat, and numbness.

Sophie claimed the place beside him. She took his hand with one of her own. With the other, she brushed the hair away from his face.

"Hey, look at me." She waited for him to meet her eyes before saying, "It's ok. No, don't shake your head at me," she warned. "It will be, I promised. You're doing all that you can right now."

"You should hate me." The emotion leaked out into his voice. "Why don't you hate me?"

The tears falling down his face prompted some of her own. She wiped them from his cheek with her thumbs. "I've told you, I could never hate you. When are you going to start believing it?"

Keefe sank into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Sophie squeezed him tight, like she was trying to extract all of the hurt.

His cries eventually died down to sniffles. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.

Sophie trailed her hand down his back. Gosh... she loved him so much. So much more than he knew. And he was an Empath for crying out loud!

"Well, the good news," she said, kissing the top of his head. "Is I don't care if that's what you think. I love you anyway. Can't do anything about it."

She pulled back a little to look at him. His ice blue eyes still had tears in them, but a warmth soon took place of the pain. It wasn't gone, but it was faded.

Sophie loved him. Too much for her own good. It probably would be easier on her if it was possible for her to hate him, even a little.

But she didn't.

Keefe was hers. And he was broken. So very broken inside. But she'd already decided she'd spend her thousands of years she had as an elf putting him together back together again. He wouldn't be perfect. He never would be. But, then again, neither would she.

They had each other, though. And that was what mattered.

[aselectsociety]

Emily Go Bragh!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to those who wear the green and/or drive snakes out of town!

In tribute to the foremost patron saint of Ireland, I thought I’d check a few SPD terms in the poetry of Emily Dickinson.

Did Dickinson ever use the word “shamrock”?

Nope.

However, she did use the word “clover” in fifteen poems – or sixteen if you count the 1890 version of “Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush.”  I think in that version, though, the word “clover” was added when editors Mabel Loomis Todd and Thomas Wentworth Higginson combined two of Dickinson’s poems into one. 

Did Dickinson ever mention St. Patrick?  

Nope. 

How about Ireland (or “Eire”)?

Nope. 

How often did she use the word “green”?

Dickinson used the word “green” in fifteen poems – but only fourteen if you check the Johnson edition of her “complete poems.”  The poem “All overgrown by cunning moss” contains the word “green” in the Franklin edition of Dickinson’s poems, but NOT in Johnson’s edition. 

The Miller edition includes both sets of stanzas and makes the following observation:

“May acknowledge the anniversary of the death of Charlotte Bronte (d. 31 March 1855), who published “Currer Bell” and lived in Haworth.  Line 1 echoes Bronte’s “Mementos” (1846):  “all  in this house is mossing over.”  Gethsemane is the garden where Jesus prayed on the night before his crucifixion; asphodel flowers are associated with the Greek underworld, e.g. in The Odyssey.  The “Or” between stanzas between 3 and 4 (where Miller indicated the alternate stanzas) may indicate that stanzas 4 and 5 are alternatives.  In their single volume editions, THJ prints stanzas 1, 4, 5 and RWF prints stanzas 1, 2, 3.”

[violntfemme]

urrrhhhhhvggggg i try not to make vent posts a whole ton but alas, ya girl is not doing so hot

tw// sh��

guys do not do what i did and like. purposely trigger yourself with your own sh from a year ago because oh my god in. its. i feel so absolutely fake my scars were so much worse last year and now theyre just gone and i thought i was fully recovered its bren a year and. and im still crying over it and i thought i was done crying over it. I thought i was done crying over literal scars and i was. i mean i thought i was exaggerating when i said the closrr i get to the date ill br one year clean its getting worse and. nope! no, no that checks out!!

Its all my fault i got triggered in the first placr too. I knew what i had in my eyes only wnd i knew that checking it would only make me spiral and here i am just. crying over it. its sending me back to last year where its i just its only oj my hod i csnt be doing this again i really csnt be doingthis again ive bren doing so well and then. and i dont want to i really dont but im still tjinking about it and im still telling myself i want to but i dont i never did i always wanted to say ive been 1 year clean but i dont think ill rver even be able to make it to that point if i keeo self sabotaging like this. i mean t barely even counts ive basically just replaced cvtting with eevry other unhealthy coping mechanism under the sun but i should be better than this i shouldnt rven be thinking sbout it i shouldnt even be thinking that i can go back i shoulfny be in this situation at all and if it werent for me i wouldnt even be in this situation in the first placr ebcause i dont know how to keep myself away from tjings that i really need to stay away from

i really shouldnt be caught ip on this but its. i was. i was thinking aboht whag would happen if i would look back on photots earlier and and i knew i wouldnt be okay with it i knew i would snap the moment i did and wow its almost like forced recov only made me feel guilty for it and ohmygod kill me now i should be better than this i should be better than thjs ive had crisis called so many times ive been threatened by my parents for this so many times im worrying eveyrone around me and im only getting worse and everyone has to wastch me spiral but they cant do anything because im jsut too fucking oblivious to my own issues but im just too scared to readh out to anyone because how am i gonna say that i triggered myself without sounding like i planend this i didnt i swear i didnt plan to break down over this i promise i didnt mean for it i didnt want to cry over it i dont want to think abiut it anf i dont want to go back ive been doing sowell i swear im just worrying rveryone i dont want everyone to start checking in on mr in the morning just to make sure im still alive i font want people to messagr me in the middle of the night to make sure im not dead im so sorry ik so sorry

im just as tired as i was last year the only difference is thst im not actively trying to kill myself over it even if i really. wiuld like to thats besides the point the point is im just as weak of a girl as i was last year but last year i could at least hanfle pain now i just fucking snap whenever someone raises their voice or whenever i get. acut i break down and whenever i get hurt it only reminds me of the past 4 years that ive spent doing nothing but putting myself through mental hell and im realizing tbat ill never get begger i cant get better ive bren trying and i just csnt

i cant do it ive tried ive been trying why am i not getting anywhere why am i still stuck on the thought of sh i shouldnt be thinking about it i shouldnt miss it i shouldnt be upset that my scars are faded i shouldnt still have the ideas and images swirling aorund in my head because theyre always there and ill always have these scars and ill always br fucked ip and i wont ever be able to fix it ive had so many people worry and theyre worrying and worrying and i just dont care im such a horrible person i

i shiuldvr stopped for my parents they had to skin check me dsily for almodt a year straight and here i am just fucking itching to go grab something, literally anything just to go back and in so stupid im so stupid i did this to myself and im still being a pussy about it i shouldnt be thinming abiut it i shouldnt be crying over it whats wrong withme

[victor-aguilar]

what is your favorite disney fact or facts?

hi anon tysm i am going to infodump!!!

sooo disney (in all forms, history, parks, movies etc)

has been my lifelong special interest... like literally no other spinterest has succeded my disney spinterest.

so naturally, i am vv autistic abt it and have many autistic thoughts on it..

below the cut i have listen only a very small fraction of them. enjoy 💖💖 ^._.^

(it deleted so i have to retype everything... :( )

☆ GOATS !!!

i love the disney goats a normal amount!!!

five legged goat 🐐 is vv cute....

look at him i wuv him... he's just a little guy....

he has five legs!!! i do not know why... he is the only goat with 5 legs.. all his siblings have 4...

DYNAGOAT!!!???!!??!?!!!!

LOOK AT HIM HES SO!!!

no, silly billy, don't eat the dynamite

when i went to disneyland last summer and i rode big thunder and i saw him i screamed so loud ( loud indoor voice level, i am vv quiet)

KILIMANJARO SFARI 🐐 <- WOAG IS A TINY GOAT!!

ANYWAY LOOKieeee look at themmm

there are sooo many.... i once counted 20.. they jump around and are sk cute i think they are 7 inches tall v cute u wuv them they make cute noises

i refuse to talk abt rafikis planet watch goat rubbing i dont wike it..

☆ HAUNTED MANSION !!!

out of all things disney, this is probably the thing i have been most autistic about the longest

it was a spinterest all on it's own..

anywya CONSTANCE MOTHERFUCKING HATACHAWAY???

okay i could tqlk abt her alone for hours

constance is what you would call a classic instance of a balck widow bride. she marries rich guys and them kills them after the wedding and inherits all their money. yk with a hatchet.. like in her name. she is vv cool i strive to be like her (<- kidding).

leottaaaa is cool sure i prefer little leota

HURRY BAAACK HURRRRY BAAAACKKK!! BE SURE, TO BRING YOUR.. DEATH! .... CERTIFICATE.... IF YOU DE-CIDE TO JOIN !US! . MAKE !! FINAL !! ARRANGEMENTS NOW ,,, WE'VE BEEN... DYING (GIGGLE) TO HAVE YOU HAHAHAAAAGAAA GIGGLE GIGGLE

I CAN QUOTE ALMOST THE ENTIRE RIDE. ...

THE MUSIC IN THIS RIDE (INSTRUMENETALS) GO HARD

☆ TOWER OF TERROR !!!

I LOVE OT SO MUCH unfortunately you get no facts for this one... they're for me only....

did u know hotels with dark secrets r my favourite trope ever....

☆ MISC !!!

I LOVE VERY MUCH -> NEWSIES, FROZEN BROADWAY, TANGLED THE SERIES DUCKTALES BIG HERO 6 THE SERIES ELENA OF AVALOR MUPPET BABIES DARK!WING! DUCK! ETC ETC

☆ MUPPETVISION-3D !!!

i can also quote the entirety of thjs

STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!! WELL WHAT KIND OF FOOLISHNESS WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE SIR?

WHAT A MOVING MOMENT-- YEAH I WISH THEY'D MOVE IT TO PITTSBURGH

PIGGYS RENDITION OF DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

BEAN BUNNY !!!!

I HATE WALDO!! THOUGH!!! I HATE THAT STUPID THING SO MUCH!!!

AND AT NO POINT WILL WE BE STOOPING TO ANY CHEAP 3D TRICKS! (THEY DO JUST THAT)

ANYWAY!!! THAT IS ALL FOR NOW!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY GOING CRAZY WITH IT AND I HOPE THIS IS UNDERSTANDABLE

anyeay again tysm for asking!!! have a great week!!!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Wait.

NEW YONA PFP?? DIDNT SEE THAT EARLIER THJS ONES SO PRETTY TOO!!

also pause the censor in the tags KARASU NEXT CH????? If I counted wrong ignore this please but

Also IGAGURI LFMAOOO if you did I would read and probably get converted because you gave him too much aura /hj

- Karasu anon

YESS NEW YONA PFP HEHE i was still in the midst of updating my theme when you sent those 😭 and YUP karasu next chapter!! he’s the first one of reader and co that she meets (after that it’s otoya and then tullia)

no because i’m abt to write an igaguri one shot for real i think it would be hilarious and everyone would def hate me but the funniness of the act would cancel it out yk

[pepprs]

every thing i see is reminding me of br!ghton today :pensive.

[eviltwinlil-la]

I just remembered the weirdest fact abt my dad apparently he had two sets of false teeth bc he wanted one to be sharp so he like. Got one set made to be sharp teeth. Like. I appreciate the dedication to the aesthetic but like. Dude. That’s so impractical.

[tandytoaster]

I have grown to accept that numbers and I will never ever ever ever ever get along

I had to dilute a jug of lysol, 3.75L warm water to 250ml lysol. So I was confused because we put the lysol in a spray bottle but the spray bottle has no measurement, so How the hell do i figure out how much to put in here. And then even jf i Did know, I'd still have to convert it. But I'm lucky because the lysol jug is almost empty so I figure I'll just dilute the whole jug Then fill the spray bottle. So I google 250ml in cups and it says "1.057 cups", I read this and I go, "alright 1/4 cup! Time to go find a 1/4 cup" and i spent half an hour looking for one and all I could find was 1/3 cups. So I'm like, I'll have to make a 1/4 out of tablespoons, but there are no measuring spoon tablespoons, only teaspoons. So I'm like fuck I guess I have to use teaspoons. But then I realize the jug is WAY too big and there would be splashback with the teaspoons so I wouldn't be able to do that effectively. Then I look again and I finally find a 1/4 cup and I'm like hell yea lets do this.

The lysol jn the container was already equal to a 1/4 cup so i was like "lmfao i didnt even have to do that" but measurment is Important To Get Correct. I fill it up with warm water then i fill the spray bottle. So now I have to label both bottles so i go to check the measurments on the back and recheck them on google. Low and behold 250ml is 1 cup, NOT 1/4. And I'm like FUCK. Then I say to myself "well 1/4 is smaller than 1 cup so at least its not overdiluted" ?????????? But then I think about it more and i realize that it IS overdiluted. Thankfully there was another bottle so i put 3/4 cups of lysol in the container and put the spray bottle stuff back in, then re-poured it back into the spray bottle and now i am praying to god everythibg is okay.

TLDR: i think i have dyscalculia

[eroticcannibal]

Dare I say it... But American Chinese food is still... Chinese food... And it's still fucking racist to erase Chinese American's contributions as "not really Chinese"...??

People adapt their recipes to what ingredients are available. They swap recipes with neighbours, new and old. That is literally the history of food and cooking. That is how new food has always been made. What the fuck is thjs

I am so betting that person is white no one else has the arrogance to think their "appreciation" of a culture means they can dictate what "counts" as that groups cuisine regardless of what the group is actually cooking irl on a local level