#Cold Was The Ground

[amaranthdahlia]

[yamtaroh]

forgot to use the paraglider

[tubbytarchia]

I couldn't finish my rancher art today but please have this because I'll feel like a failure if I go to sleep without posting anything

[ryllen]

summary of me playing love & deepspace

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[tobbogan-13]

i want to kiss whoever made the stardew valley wiki

[why-the-heck-not]

it’s cold brew season again babyyy

[daisies-on-a-cup]

hannibal establishing his therapy practice as one where it seems right and proper to show up wearing formal or business wear, thereby placing a kind of unspoken agreement to present yourself at your best while also revealing to him your certain worst aspects of yourself. therapy becoming something not just gut-wrenching and vulnerable, but something that requires you to dress yourself and confess. one does not rip out their hearts while wearing jeans and a t-shirt. if one must be exposed, do so with elegance and beauty. there is no place for tragedy if it cannot be polished and refined

[frog-thief]

"once a ordinary monk picked up a lonely and lost sparrow"

[2-dsimp]

The Boss would be insufferable to be around, always sighing and mourning over not getting his latest dosage of pure perfection on his phone screen. If he wasn’t already lazy before you’d mistake him for being the embodiment sin of Sloth.

“It’s been 1 day, 6 hours, 24 minutes, and T-minus 30 seconds since they last posted anything...”

Danny droned, as he stared longingly at past pictures and video clips of his darling. His slender fingers trailing across the digital contours of your figure with a needy trembling pout of his chapped lips.

“that’s the same amount of time my life started to fail in having any meaning”

He finished with a stray crocodile tear collecting ruefully within his nonexistent tear ducts. That dried up from pulling all nighters obsessing over your page and any anime fandoms that could take his mind off you (to which none of them did).

All of the remaining hitman members merely eyed their leader in either exasperation, amusement, or just plain old disappointment for being such a sad waste of space.

It got so bad to the point where he’d just be found around random spots in the hideout glued to the floor like a dead corpse.

His phone clutched within a death grip as he was surrounded by picture posts that he printed out from your social media. Almost as if he was preforming a self sacrificial ritual to evoke your page to give him an update on what you were doing.

To be blunt Danny would just be a sad sap without you, leaving his team to pick up the slack and set out individually to bring you back. If only to shut up their Boss from whining depressive monologues about how he was useless without his darling to fanboy over. And get his ass to start working like an actual decent human being.

[danthropologie]

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[hyunpic]

[bi-focal12]

MHA tweets pt.11- buggy business

[ionomycin]

Teatime at dusk

[oursystemblog]

Petition: give all the headmates who appear on this blog fun nicknames. Guardian Co-Host can be Silhouette or smth, Dishes Doer can be Ms. Dishes or Icewater (I recall one of your comics revealed a front trigger of her's is cold water) or something along those lines

This is just like homeric epithets from the odysey [<- Not True]

[andy-clutterbuck]

SDCC 2017