Its finally DONE!!
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Ok so first excuse the bad anatomy and overall artstyle these are all (except for the passive night one) from somwhere 1-2 years old. Most of them come from incorrect-undertale-quotes on instagram or someone else from somewhere else, some of them i was just being funny and awsome as always. Inks design will be next! ..maybe. Ink or error idk yet
Anyway i really need everyone to look at error. Hes so silly. Close ups and transcript under cut.
Ink: Z is just N but sideways.
Error: Stop it.
Ink: Zo.
Ink: I wanna change the world!
Dream: For the better?
Ink: uhhh-
Ink: Im a Creative person!
Nightmare: And what have you created?
Ink: Problems.
Passive Nightmare: I didnt do it!
Dream, crying: Then why are you laughing.?
Passive Nightmare: Cause whoever did is a fuckin genius.
Error: I hate you with every inch of my body.
Fresh: No offence brah-
Fresh: But that aint a lot of inches
Paperjam, Error: Thats disgusting.
Paperjam, Error: ...
Error: JINX-
Paperjam: Dont do that.
"Gotta film in a hour, we fucked up 🍃😭😝🥳💯"
Dust <- brought weed
Ink <- rolled blunts
Killer <- smoked everything
Cross <- hit it wrong
Ink belongs to comyet
Error belongs to loverofpiggies
Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies
Paperjam belongs to 7goodangel
Dream belongs to jokublog
Nightmare belongs to jokublog
Cross belongs to jakie
Dust belongs to ask-dusttale
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
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Genuinely i do wanna make a new discord server bc its so fucking. Amazing 2 help create a space where ppl make friends and connections and talk abt the stuff they love. But a) no idea for what to base it around bc i have so many. Like diff types of ppl around me from diff fandoms b) bro i am so. Tired of ppl fighting and mostly those random ppl being cunts and overstepping boundaries im SO tired. I have a friend who always help me moderate bc hea an angel but even w that just, ppl being mean or dismissive or bitchy is just. Exhausting 2 me mentally. Like no nobodys gonna be nice always and thats fine but specifically in a space that ive helped create, and i feel responsibility for everyones well being & fun. It fucks w me it does
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My Highschool Weed Story
I grew up in a household that grew a lot of pot. For reference, here is my cousin standing next to a marijuana plant my dad grew a few summers ago:
That thing was fucking awful to harvest. Anyways, so growing up as a teenager I always smelt like weed, but the nice emo and goth kids I hung out with didn't care because they were weed-starved and would sniff my clothes like a pack of starved beasts. So this one time I go to school and that day I apparently absolutely REAKED of pot. So I go up to my emo friend and I'm like "🥺 Marlana, do you have any perfume I could use...?" And she was like, "Um, yeah actually here!!"
Then Marlana handed me a can of Axe Body spray, which did nothing but amplify both smells somehow. So I was sweating hard in math in a class full of like 40+ students hoping to god no one says anything because I was so paranoid that I would get in trouble and then my parents would get in trouble because we certainly were going over the legal limit of plants. I was sitting there trying to convince myself that I just needed to make it through the day and eventually the weed smell would air out of my clothes. However,
Suddenly, from the back, this kid jets up and shouts "IT SMELLS LIKE WEED IN HERE‼️".
My life flashed before my eyes. I was already making up excuses to take the fall for my parents like how I joined some random group of kids at the back of the school to smoke a joint or some shit. Btw I didn't smell a little like weed, either. I was wearing the jacket that was in the same room they were drying the weed branches out in. I smelt even worse than a dispensary. My parents were super hippies that didn't buy regular fucking deodorant, either, they MADE me WEED DEODORANT that only smelt a little like weed but it was "all natural" and were great for some fucking gland in your armpit or some shit. Idk they were hippies and my dad was an unmedicated bipolar. He convinced us all he cured cancer and asthma once.
I shit you not, this kid rounds up his little posse of friends and they start SNIFF checking every single student and INTERROGATING THEM. My absolute worst fear made real. Literally my most paranoid nightmare giving birth to reality.
I would like to pause to show everyone what I looked like back then when this happened. Here is my school ID from around that time:
This but I wore nerdy black rimmed square glasses and a frog hoodie. This is important information for later.
This kid and his group go down every fucking isle smelling every kid and accusing them like "John, do you smoke pot??" "Jessica do YOU smoke pot???". Eye contact. Calling them by name. Everything. Now I don't only have to lie to the teacher and principal, now I have to lie to my classmates and my god I was never a good liar back in highschool.
The kids get to the girl in the seat next to me and ask her if she smokes pot, which she proceeds to just tell them to fuck off, which was inconceivable to me as an option.
They make eye contact with me.
They see this sweaty little big glasses cringefail artist white girl shaking like a Chihuahua at her desk and I for sure think I'm about to get laid into hard with questions. But, no. They take one look at me and WALK PAST ME‼️‼️ TO THE STUDENT SITTING NEXT TO ME AND CONTINUE THEIR SEARCH.
That point forward it was absolutely ridiculous what I could get away with. Once I sat on the opposite side of the class as literally everyone else by the open window and a kid said it smelt like weed and they all looked up AT ME and then one of the kids said "it must be coming from outside". LIKE BITCH. On my last day in French class I leaned over to one of my class-friends and I told her that I was the one who smelt like weed and she could hardly believe it even though I sat next to her every fucking day.
And that's how I got away with smelling like weed for all of highschool. By looking like a complete fucking loser.
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I tend to avoid games that have a card game as a core mechanic bc I'm never good at them and just scrape by via "i dont know what im doing, but have found a way to make it work", and Moonstone Island is no exception. My deck has 40+ cards in it. It's hell out here.
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Tuvok & Seven friendship is so important to me. autism 2 autism communication
I love them so much...I want them to be genuine pals. I want Seven to find Tuvok after he gets literally assimilated fully by the borg and for them to actually talk about that after some resistance ("I'm fine. I do not require your assistance") <- An inverse of Tuvok pushing Seven to talk after 'Tsunkatse'. I wonder about loneliness and the borg and vulcan bonds and why Tuvok was the one out of him Janeway & B'Elanna who was assimilated. I want to know about the recovery process following that. I want it to become another thing they can understand about one another like the long silences and the eyebrow raising about silly Human things and the isolation. The Borg are a terrible destructive force but when you're within it it's ALL, it's like nothing else. I want them to spend so many evenings in silence together. With Tuvok, Seven doesn't have to think about 'Being Human' and maybe Tuvok can relax with Seven too - "Commander Tuvok & I" that kinship, stated resolutely. "Commander Tuvok & I don't require..."
I want them to not talk to each other for years after Voyager and then Seven just appears where Tuvok is and he's like "Oh, this is unexpected. I am pleased to see you." and they're able to fall back into their old pleasant silences and go on walks together and maybe they go for a hike on another planet and while they're camping out they talk more about stuff they wouldn't if they were anywhere more familiar and at night maybe they talk about stuff they wouldn't if it were day. I want them to talk about their time on Voyager and how it's affected them and is still affecting them and for them to poke fun at silly Human things (some of which Seven understands more now like being in love and having fun and looking at a sunset)
I want Seven to talk about how much Starfleet has hurt her and Janeway has hurt her even though she wasn't trying to and how she doesn't know exactly how to feel about her time on Voyager. It was the start of her life, the best years and the most confusing and the most horrific and stifling and freeing and [and and and] Tuvok talks about how lonely it was in the stilted way he does - half describing a flower and he'll never denounce the captain the same way the captain will never denounce Starfleet, the closest he'll ever get is that it was a difficult time - that he doesn't agree with every decision but he isn't Human, he can't say for sure what was right or wrong and Seven has to accept that that's all he'll do (it's difficult, she wants to push him but she knows it's useless) and I want them to find that they still can relax around each other despite it all - that they're different but that's at least the same. "Commander Tuvok & I"
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i have to work again today and i am scheduled to be with someone i find super annoying so im getting super high because i don’t give a fuck
today is my friday and i am just going in with no thoughts head empty and going to tune this dumb motherfucker out while i imagine getting high and railed
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so my friend and i are currently chatting about how i just discovered me referring to weed as "pot" makes me sound like a suburban mom even tho i didn't realize it was an "old-timey" term (??? it sounds just as normal as "weed" to me???)
and i just realized the reason i say pot is specifically because 1. watching kids in the hall (and other things from that era) and 2. talking about pot with the kids in the hall (the ones i know irl still use that word)
so for everyone's information i do NOT sound like a suburban mom for saying "pot" i sound like an old canadian gay man!!!!
but anyway that conversation moved on to talking about weed and the kids in the hall and now i must bring a poll to tumblr
(even if you have smoked before this is about placing yourself in the hypothetical situation i'd be in bc i've never been stoned before and my friend and i were joking about how my first time getting high would be with one of the kids in the hall lmao)
also in your opinion is saying "pot" weird???? literally so confusing to me like damn i guess all my interactions with weed are through the lens of 1. media from the 90s or 2. people who were young adults in the 90s
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