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i love stanley parable because i can just repeat the same thing over and over again and i have so much fun everytime!
i have so much fun hearing ‘all of his coworkers were gone, what could it mean’ that i get upset when the narrator says anything different
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MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION
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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
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Everything is a tsp refrence.
Yellow. Office workers. Computers. Pencil sharpners. Lines. Monitors. Birds. Countdowns. Stairs. BUCKETS. British people. Steam rewiews. Tapes. Museums. Ferns. BROOM CLOSETS. Drugs & hookers. Babies. Secret doors. Jims'.
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Fun lil animation made in PS! I do 2d animation so infrequently, but I'm still fond of this one from last year
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hey chat idk who this is for but in case for any one of yall (its 11pm for me its not even my bedtime yet)
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other silly kyborg doodle I made based from a part of a dream I had where brink pushed kyborg into a lake heheh

he Angy
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i thought this was a rp blog
Of course you did
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permanent - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 319
“Oi.”
Almost shaking with excitement, James found Regulus curled up on the floor in a corner of the library, his face nearly-swallowed by the book he was reading. At James’s call, the Slytherin looked up.
“I want to show you something,” James beamed, reaching for the waistband of his pants.
Shock flashed across Regulus’s face as he quickly said, “Merlin, Potter, we’re not doing that here!”
His fingers froze as he caught up to what the younger boy meant. “Oh! No,” he laughed. “No, I actually want to show you–” He pulled the waistband down a bit, revealing the small stick-and-poke he’d just done himself (with the aid of Peter) a few hours ago.
Instantly, Regulus moved to his knees to get a better view. “Potter, what the fuck?” he breathed almost reverently, his hand reaching for James’s exposed hipbone. “That’s–that’s not permanent, is it?”
“Permanent as death,” he confirmed with a wild grin. “What d’you think?”
Long, icy fingers traced over the letters on his raw skin, making him shiver. “You idiot,” Regulus murmured, but he sounded almost thrilled. “Whyever did you—?”
“Because I’m serious, Reg.” Reaching downward, James gently pulled Regulus up to face him, so their bodies were only inches apart, their gazes meeting. “You never believe me, but I’m so serious! When I say I love you, when I say I’m not going anywhere. Do you believe me now?” His tone was exasperated and desperate. He wanted Regulus to see how much he was telling the truth, how sure he was.
The shorter boy’s hand drifted downward to James’s hip, where the initials RAB were now etched forever into his skin, and he smiled a small, private smile. “Yes,” he sighed, biting his lip, his eyes full of fire. “Yes, you complete prat. But next time you want a tattoo, go to a real place, alright?”
“Deal,” James beamed, pulling him in for a kiss.
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That’s my tag for cursing right there
Ahem
Son of a FUCK
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Ahem
Son of a FUCK
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the uncontrollable urge to know how people describe me to others
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life has been so amazing and happy lately. pretty much everything is great right now. should i be scared
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