#thisbis fun!!!!!!

[choccymilllk]

big fan of the first bisexual minecraft server already

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

art history playlist moodboard – thisby vibes

The Fisherman’s House – Claude Monet // Dover – Richard Wilson // Tarbert Castle, Scotland – Hans Gude // Étretat – George Inness // Neptune’s Horses – Walter Crane // Low Tide at Varengeville – Claude Monet // Rocky Coast Scene at Howth – William Orpen // Castle Urquhart, Loch Ness – Hugh William Williams // The Cliffs of Villiers – Gustave Noel 

[kissinvampires]

Put your 4 favourite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe then tag 4 people

Tagged by @friendly-jester thank youuuu for the tag this seems so funnnn!!!!

Heyoooo! No pressure tags!!!

@withahappyrefrain @freckledjoes @sidekick-hero @steddielations @waytoomanyships @offensiunculae

[crowned--corvid]

As you noticed I've been working hard on my neocitieis site and now it's at I point where I can confidently advertise it lol

I've been updating it pretty much everyday lately so it's safe to say it's one of my more active sites-- here you can check out mini coding project I've done for oc stories or interests, gallery of my favorite art pieces I've done and even a link of resources I've scrounge up

It's best viewed on desktop atm-- sorry!

[starofhisheart]

If u didnt love them at their worst u dont deserve them at their best

[l3m-ntwo]

you should check out Badboyhalo again, my thoughts said. It would be fun they said.

Oh! He's in a smp? Go watch it they said. It would be fun they said.

[bandy-andy]

Silk robes and sweet conversations

[wereadtoliveathousandlives]

“Does anyone ask you why you stay, Sean Kendrick?”

“They do.”

“And why do you?”

“The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.”

The Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater

reminded of my TSR love thanks to Marginalia Pod, which you should all check out because it’s amazing and Jenn (@jenndoesnotcare) and Jen (@quietsuperstitions)​ are lovely and insightful!

[red-dyed-sarumane]

what are some cool games u have played? dont matter if u mentioned before. tell me again tell me again :D

uhh hmm.

well okami is my all time favorite the art & the music & the message/story are all just incredible theres not a single time ive finished it i havent cried. i absolutely adore ryoshima coast ive spent so many hours just running around there to listen to music. which fun fact for u i only know about this game bc in about 6th grade i picked up okamiden bc i thought the little doggy was cute & was like fine i'll play as this boy if i get a cool dog and u cannot imagine how excited i was to find out u DID play as the little dog. i was SOOOOO obsessed literally my exact thoughts were 'if issun is ammy's celestial envoy then i am going to be chibis' i have a metric fuck ton of fan art i did at the time bc i thought it was quote "the epic-est game for ds ever" also cried every time i finished it. i was 13 so i didnt know what "being down bad" was but do know i was as obsessed with kurow as i was with d-ne later and now tenshi not a single irl friend was unaware i was in love with him. also fun fact for u bc at the same time i was also getting super into vocaloid i was so convinced my vocap name would end up as chibiP to the point i named myself that in pkmn x chibiP after chibiterasu of course. please enjoy my banger old art which is not even a fraction of my output

yume nikki is my next favorite game specifically the og that changed my brain chemistry as a kid. i adore that game so much its hard to put it into words. its just so unlike anything else. there is absolutely nothing in the game that can directly harm u theres no real health meter theres no way to die during the main play the absolute worst that will ever happen is u get stuck or woken up. in a horror game. which is already just amazing. and the whole horror aspect just plays on something i dont think is often done as well in many other things. ur alone. u wander and wander thru worlds that loop and connect and seemingly have nothing to do with each other. theres no dialogue; talking to npcs just gets u a noise or animation at best. ur entirely alone with just urself. its all dreams so u know everything is of madotsuki's own creation, another layer to the all u have is urself feeling. the art is just unusual i cant even say any of it on its own is in anyway scary. the whole thing shouldnt be scary and yet every time i start wandering in a world i cant help but feel unease. amazing 10/10 no other game will ever have what this gave me.

everyone knows i play pkmn the best is still pmd sky that also rewired my brain i still cant play it without crying.

its been a long time since i was really just playing it as the chapters released & got translated but 1bitheart is so so so important to me too. i dont kin for multiple reasons but if i did nanashi would be my first choice. like- without saying that to her i got my one irl friend to play once & when she saw how nanashi was she turned to me and went "this is just you" hes very important to me even now. absolutely loved the whole friendship sim & the story & its twists & the endings & their implications left me in shambles at 1 am on a school night. my fave charas are nanashi enri & saaya btw. i should replay this.

i also love the etrian odyssey series i love the character portraits (esp with the more recent games' color customization) i LOVE the dungeon art & i think all the monster designs are so cool. adore the whole make ur own map aspect keeps me so entertained to take a step & look around & chart all the walls & path ways. unfortunately i fucking suck at every single one i am not very good at strategy games so i end up stuck at or before the 3rd stratum. but thats okay its still fun to me.

the other one i'll talk about at length is spirit of the north another game i loved the art of. u play as a fox & get a partner spirit fox & i just love it SOOOO much. its also a game with 0 dialogue but theres A Lot going on it if u care to follow along & explore & dig into details & the game play is also pretty fun to me. this is the one game i started learning the speedrun btw thats also a very fun way to play it but ABSOLUTELY play it as intended first it has so much to offer

aaaand special mentions to omori, oneshot, witch's house, mermaid swamp, corpse party, & limbus company

[feyinvestigations]

I lied to a professor and now I have to write 2 comedic speeches in the next 6 hours. IM IN HELL

[person4924]

guess whose making ocd based off random games on pinterest 😱😱

[prettyvacanttt]

Btw the girls at miss kittys love me so much they asked if I wanted a job and now I'm gonna be a barista for the first time it's so fun!!!!

[sssscock]

not meuhhhhhh cumming to a video of someone cumming onto a lady’s feet 😳 i want to be that lady a bit????????? not me…. wanting to give a foot job to…. a nice big strap….. 🫣😵‍💫

[pusangkambing]

Cellbit and Rubius are currently defending rubius skull from an attack

[listofwhyyouloveher]

do you think you could write a little something about realistic dally having an on again off again relationship with a soc, but they just can’t stay away from each other? (might not be realistic for dally to be head over heels for anyone, but a girl can dream 😮‍💨)

much love 🩷🫶🏻

Summary: Dallas dates for fun, but his relationship with you is making him question his practices.

Warnings: mentions of toxic relationship.

Authors Note: ‼️pls check my next post it'll explain why I haven't been posting as much lol ALSO THISBIS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY VELVET RING

Dallas has had such a problem with you, his soc girl. Partially because of the fact that he's Dallas and partially because of the fact that you could sometimes see through the little facade he put on.

Dallas had a habit of making you feel terrible, but even through your teary eyes, you could see his vulnerability, his raw, unaffected emotion. Maybe that was why you kept running back to him because you were getting through to him.

There was always a piece of your brain that was nagging you. Nagging you to get him to shape up, get him to settle down, because you were waiting, always waiting for him to truly want you back.

Then there were the days that Dallas wasn't there. Sparked by arguments and miscommunication, and kindled by the fact that you were both too stubborn to apologize. Dallas would pass you by, knocking your shoulder with his as if you both hadn't spent days cuddled together, heavy breathing due to a lackluster sleep with no dreams in the early morning. You wouldn't do anything, moving with his aggressive side, and praying that the tears in your eyes didn't show or fall.

There was little to be reminiscent on. Your relationship wasn't pretty, it was thick like blood and you found yourself choking on it. It was beautiful in the way shards of glass hinted at the curvature of a vase it used to be.

And you were stuck in the middle, like an acrobat on a tightrope.

Dallas was playing with your hair mindlessly as he smoked a cigarette. You were faced away from him, staring blankly at the wall. Just yesterday, you clutched your pillow tight to your chest, biting your knuckles to silence your sobs. You and Dallas were so on and off that you were getting dizzy from the exertion.

"What'cha thinking, dollface," Dallas mumbled, although he wasn't expecting an answer, just saying it because he thought he should. You found yourself falling for that one too many times, spilling your guts while he tuned you out. You shook your head. He looked over at you, halting his moving hand.

He truly loved you like he loved no one, which in itself could be awfully bad for you. He didn't love you like he loved Johnny, like he loved Sylvia, and he sure as hell wouldn't love you as much as he loved alcohol and cigarettes and being a greaser. But he loved you nonetheless, and you found yourself grasping onto his little shards of glass love, cutting your fingers and palms and letting the pomegranate blood pour.

You settled for less, which to you was more, it was Dallas in all his glory and hellish nature. You turned to him, resting your head on his lap. He pressed his cigarettes to his lips, trying to look unaware of your desperate act for attention.

He let his finger gently slide against the thin column of your neck, a gentle display of affection that could be passed off as anything but that.

Dallas would be Dallas, and you would be you. But as long as you could keep slowly chipping at his walls, maybe you'd catch a glimpse of the real Dallas, the Dallas that missed his dad, wanted a family, a Dallas that would cling to you because he loved you like he loved no one.