#It’s not

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

in other news i think i did well on my test

[ddeongies]

is this real life

[ego94]

my legacy is make believe

it’s made of thin paper mache

[johnnysuhbmarine]

None of you understand the trenches I was in yesterday trying to celebrate Lee Know ✊😔

Today will be more successful cause surely bestie will have had time to get over Jungwon being blonde by now…

[poteidia]

If I read “it’s better than nothing” one more time.

[sasudou]

I miss you 😔 😢

i’m alive just not well

[justanisabelakinnie]

Madoka Magica fans be like: 🤓

[inphierno]

absolute angry drunk meltdown hour before work it’s fine

[devil-in-hiding]

i dunno i just got the image of Phillip Graves going pale hearing southern reader say “Oh well bless your heart hun, you thought that would actually work?”

[jamandjazz]

Motivation is so wack like bro I need you to be more reliable

[mychemicalroadworkahead]

People (and cats) that hate Mondays have obviously never had the joy of watching new episodes of 9-1-1: Lone Star as they premiere at 8/7c

[the-real-pokemart-official]

Wgat if this entire blog was an elaborate joke and not a single thing I’ve said was true and I’ve just been playing an elaborate character this whole time what then?

[rustedskyprisms]

I have no control over what anyone in my family chooses to do so I’m not going to spend today focusing on that. It’s not my issue, honestly.

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

There’s nothing for reassuring yourself about writing and characterization ability quite like reading an official novelization

[caliburn-not-calculator]

Pirate snippet from a thing I’ll probably never publish

Veerle squirmed against the sheets, nothing but the distant creaking of the rigging and rushing of the waves to entertain him. Afternoon light warmed the well appointed cabin, spilling in golden diamond patterns over the floor. It gilt the bared edges of his chest, and the crest of his lips and cheek. The sea breeze carried in the scent of salt, mixing with that of old paper his captain’s foreign perfume. Something fresh and sweet. He still couldn’t place it, but by now the smell clung to him as much as it did Emerson.

Kaleb had raised his brows at him the first time he noticed. Veerle had lied and said he borrowed it. He knew he wasn’t believed, but he wasn’t sure he cared.

Pretty description mostly, just like the imagery

[who-is-the-king-of-new-york]

gobble gooble gobble gobble gobble gobble

Translation: I am in your walls