#I’m a COWARD

[patolemus]

after years of refusing i finally sat down and watched the first episode of supernatural

i. i think i made a mistake

[poltergeist-punk]

this fucking close to begging one of my friends to have matching zaundads pfps with me but i’m staying strong

[loched-off]

bugsnax self shippers are so brave. how are you not afraid of a million people making fun of you at once

[rosieathearthside]

The Story Continues Whether You Like it or Not, Suckerssss (Rosie + Ichabod)

Ayy, look who finally finished that story I’ve been teasing (and not working on) for way longer than I should have!! Writers block hit hard with this one, chat, but I hope it’s still good nonetheless. <33

Also: this one is a bit longer than normal (about double the length of my average drabble, to be honest), and it has art ( y i p p e e ), so for those of you who don’t want the awkwardness of scrolling through an entire blog to read a story. I’d recommend heading over to Wattpad for this one.

This edition to “The Adventures of Rosie and Ichabod” is gonna take us back in time a little bit. Prior to Ichabod’s creation, Rosie- a six-year-old here- makes some…questionable decisions. We love her, though. She’s fine. She’s gonna be absolutely fine, and she’s not gonna face any consequences for her actions, and everyone’s gonna be FINE-

YouTube link (for a speedpaint I did) here!

Wattpad link here!

Was she going to regret this when she got home? Well, it was a possibility. 

But hey, when Rosie made a threat, everyone who knew her understood that it wasn't a threat. 

It was a promise. 

Rosie's student jumper matched the colour of syrup, shining in all its deviously-sweet glory as the sun meandered down the hills surrounding her home city. The lack of natural light, combined with the sheer amount of people buzzing about downtown, created an almost suffocating lack of light and air for our impish subject. Despite these hardships, though, she marched ever deeper into the sea of sweat and skin. Her waning energy was spent on making sure that each breath she took was as deep as it was calculated. Thank goodness Rosie knew her destination like the back of her hand; though her resolve was tough, it wasn't quite impeccable in situations like these.

To be truthful, Rosie had every right to be scared witless. Even if she was well over a head taller than the average child in her first-year class, she was still a mere dot compared to the foot traffic all around her. But, then again, why should she fret? She still had nearly an hour before she was due to be home; Mama and Father wouldn't suspect a thing if she were careful in her quest. 

Besides, if life had taught her anything in her six years on Earth, it was that spite was a most reliable fuel. 

Just as it always had been...especially this morning.

...Well. Let's slow this down a bit. 

You see, just after Rosie's birth, her father had received a government grant that would change their family's entire life. Apparently, it had been his lifelong dream to create some semblance of ease for their uber-industrialised city. The people here had always been up to their ears in ideas for helpful inventions, but with a severe lack of execution (and safety) to boot. It was because of this lack that Rosie's father set about creating a "companion" for mankind- an individual who could withstand extreme working conditions- and carry out the visions of man's imagination- all while maintaining a cordial, loving personality. 

He wished to create a robot.

Robots had already been created in the past, of course, the prototypes of which were older than Father himself. But their sentience was limited to their work and nothing more; emotions were mostly unheard of in the world of programming. That is, until Father stepped onto the scene. He vowed to the local government that, come hell or high water, he could make robots mean more to the town (no, the whole world) than just metal exteriors and high heat tolerances. 

And, by golly, they must have seriously enjoyed what he proposed. 

Six years later, and Rosie's family was more well-off than ever before. They had a fancy home all to themselves, along with a five-story, government-issued warehouse set smack in the middle of the downtown district. It was all Father had been able to talk about for at least three years after he received it. According to him, it was equipped with all the latest industrial equipment, more employees than he knew what to do with...and its very own welding workshop. 

The latter of these, however cutting-edge it may be, was the reason Father had banned her from stepping foot in the workshop until further notice. Something about extreme heat, glass…things that, frankly, she could care less about.

Thus, in that same vein, it was the reason she refused to listen to this ban. 

And the reason she found herself slowing to a stop now...right in front of Father's steel-and-glass sentry. 

Rosie felt a twinge in her gut at the recollection of her and Father’s squabble that morning, but it went away the second she remembered her threat. Her promise. She felt herself stand a little taller, as if she could touch the very stars, all without even standing on her tippy-toes!

Time to rub the rust off her platinum skies...once and for all. 

My gosh, how did Father find anything in this mess?

You would think that buildings run by government-men would be ship-shape- even Rosie, at her young age, assumed this- but this was not at all the case. Parts of random, yet-to-be-built robots, broken machinery, and other various apparati were strewn about as far as the eye could see. The lights had been dimmed, making the unknown ahead of her that much harder to analyse. In this dull chaos, there was hardly even room to walk, much less track down exactly what she needed...wait. 

Aha!

Rosie's heart jolted, but this time, she welcomed the emotion with open arms. Well, open blinds, rather- she had found a window in the way back of the workshop, and wasted no time in drawing it wide! The last remaining blades of sunlight grazed the mess before her, truly accentuating her father's...work. 

Hm. What could she grab? She wanted to bring home a trophy of sorts, something to present to Father like a prize bouquet, to prove that she could indeed step into danger and walk out unscathed, thank you very much. What scrap would do that job most efficiently...? 

She turned in a slow circle, the ribbons of her felt hat waving in the small breeze she created. Where could she...?

Wait. 

There. 

On an oil-stained table, just to Rosie's left, sat a propped-up robot prototype. It looked to be almost finished, save for a few parts to the robot's side, with notecards detailing their purpose scattered about between them. It was strong, with what looked to be dense aluminum for an exterior, and thick wiring between each sheet of metal. But to Rosie's untrained eye, the whole thing looked...highly experimental.

Well, obviously. She knew that pushing the boundaries had been Father's whole purpose, but gosh. This was a bit...much, wasn't it?

She glanced at the notecards for a moment. This side of the room still hadn’t received much light, so something as thin as handwriting was almost impossible to make out here...but she still recognised one word. It was scrawled, painfully emotional, on each and every one of the cards.

"Failed."

...Maybe...hm.

Rosie slung her school-bag off of her shoulders, surveying how much room she had to spare among her books.

Could she...? Possibly. 

Maybe Rosie could make this mission extend beyond just sheer spite. 

Call her crazy, but hey- she had already made it into the one place she was banned from, hadn't she? 

With Rosie- or any child, to be truthful- when there's a will, there's a way. 

And as the sun set below the hills surrounding her hometown, she made it home to plot in peace...and one small corner of the workshop was bathed in silver-plated starlight...until its window was finally raised.

- Thanks for reading!!

- Suggestions aren’t just appreciated; they’re encouraged.

[whumpy-wyrms]

might’ve drawn something really cool and awesome and self indulgent and lowkey whumpy as hell but i dunno if i’ll post it because. it’s uh. well it’s sorta a self portrait (inspired by events from earlier). but also if i don’t post it here then it will literally never be seen by a single other person on earth and that’s sad because i’m really proud of it

[blowflyfag]

ask rickrude about la knight dick pics

Anon I hate to break it to you but I am not brave enough to speak to local legend and hero Rick Rude….

[jj-online]

i’m sick of pretending that i don’t think ecoterrorism is cool ‼️‼️

[old-movies-stuff]

Labyrinth - 1986

[my-little-c0rner-of-the-universe]

August

In five years I see myself saying “come meet me behind the mall”

Because baby I see a future,

Just not one near,

Cus Baby I can paint a picture,

Just not now right here

(Will I be selfish to ask you to wait

But baby i fear it might just be bait

Do I dare to ask

Cus baby i can’t let this pass

Right here right now isn’t a possibility

Oh baby am I losing the probability

That is you and me

Slotted together; family)

[phosphorus-noodles]

Please draw Chilchuck in the aesthetic of Marcille's horrible taste succubus.

I don’t think I’m far enough into the series to know what this means. You can have a little guy though:

[fembroder]

I forgot I had this in the drafts since the Infinity Pool Premiere

[terminallyworkingonit]

I stay out of my drafts because I too live in fear of what I’ve created

[nolongeradysphoricsatyr]

you ever see a post that you love but it’s just so nsfw explicit and you wanna reblog it to show appreciation to the OP but you just don’t wanna put that on your friends dash without consent.

AND LIKE it’s worse by the fact that if you showed it to one of ur friends in a place or context outside of tumblr, they’d probably be like “yeah 👍” or “um yeah very much 🤝 please am LOOKING respectfully ma’am”

[napofawhalien]

CEE WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS

I know but I’m always scared that I’ll offend someone or go too far >< the anon button is my safety zone ):

[aroace-poly-show]

actually i’m just gonna queue the post a few more times and pray

[phantom-does-a-thing]

Me at the title screen of scary game: 😁

Me literally five seconds into the game: 😰