#I need these fuckers OUT OF MY HOUSE

[utahlive]

if you votes yes… GOOD NEWS!!! I made a bit of an oopsie

Storytime!! So a while ago I was messing around on Vograce (as one does) and I thought "hey, what better way to thank my friends for their support and treat myself than by making UtahLIVE stickers!" (you can tell where I'm going with this).

So I go and I order the stickers. Minimum order 5, it says. And I'm like yeah ok I have 5 friends this works out great. Submit order. Pay. About a week later I go back to check the status of the order and I do a little double take at the name of what I have ordered. Stickers (10pc). 5 orders. Now, im not a maths guy, but I at least know my times table and so I realize: oh my god, I just ordered 50 fucking UtahLIVE stickers.

I really dont want people seeing this and thinking "wow ok you totally just "accidentally" did that and this isnt some conspiracy to sell your shit" ITS NOT I SWEAR I REALLY AM JUST THAT DUMB

I genuinely don't know what to do with these. I dont even care that much about getting any profit back so if people are interested Id probably put these on Etsy for $1.50 - $3?

proof theyre real btw (miku for scale)

if this flops I'll… keep them in my desk forever? I joked about putting them on lamp posts around my city but I think id die of embarrassment if someone saw me putting one of these up. Imagine walking to a Starbucks and you see this….

PS! sorry for the lack of uploads :( I put a lot of energy into the big one and it burnt me out a bit + homework. Hoping to catch up this weekend <3 thank you for the patience

[nebuladreamz]

Mom come pick me up the voices are loud again (the image of the poster children of Creepypasta in. Slender's Mansion again. All as one big fuck ass family. Fucked up one with issues abroad. But also one of mutual understanding and what if I want them to heal and grow as people. Forever changed by the events or even what they are fundamentally but still being able to live in this world as who they are now with a support group of beings similar yet so distant from themselves. They can never go back or completely change who they are without damaging themselves or there's nothing else to go back to anymore, so all they can do is move forward. And kill people, that's always a bonus)

[sleepinglionhearts]

Did dishes 2 days in a row

AND cleaned the counters

AND cleaned the sink

I feel unstoppable. Tired. But unstoppable.

[astral-catastrophe]

me and the generic extra strong Tylenol and the pure rage in my system

[maxgicalgirl]

Would like to no longer work not in a “lazy and wanting handouts” way but in a “most companies would chew me up and spit me out if it benefitted them and I don’t think I can live with that for another 40+ years” way.

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[beananium]

my family don't be annoying about my weight challenge (impossible)

[aarix]

why do you remove image-ID captions when you reblog?

I'm sorry that my 20-follower personal shitposting blog, which I curate according to my own tastes for nobody's enjoyment but my own, does not meet your standards :( but if you like image captions and alt-text you should go check out my art blog :)

[heartshapedtrap]

just hung out w friends for five hours and feltso full of whimsy I could pass out <333 I miss them so bad already but I get to see them tomorrow tooooo

[panzershrike-pretz]

Why did God decided to put all of his damned mosquitoes in Brazil like,,,, I wanna sleep and this bitch is bzzzzzzzzzz-ing in my ear

[archivalacryptid]

People that suggest meditation as a grounding technique for Intrusive thoughts: Go to Hell.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Mom was a sociology student/teacher of course.

One of the best if I am being honest.

Moving that part of mother into a daughter is frightening....and beautiful

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

me: logs onto tumblr

also me: oh my fucking god this is real life I fucking forgot this isn’t a daydream NOT AGAIN

[w000ble]

Just told my ice cube tray to "sleep well, my pretties....."

[not-actually-human]

oooh my parents are arguing about me again. aha

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”