#i have no one to blame but myself

[agodthatcantpayhistab]

[cjhern1109]

My hands did a thing and I don’t know how to feel about this…😶💜

DTIYS “Frisky Rizz” by @jjaydazo

Bonus cuz Frisk may be a pacifist but she left no mercy on my poor man 💀

[qwordavoider]

I gotta admit I didn’t hear a single word of the Buck and Eddie conversation because I was watching the truck the whole fucking time. The clown makeup is CAKED on because tell me why I was waiting for Tommy to get out of that truck to say goodbye to Eddie or comfort Buck after he left🤡

[ailurophilerg]

Block don’t report

[quattrosvageena]

i did NOT pay 80 dollars for this tiny ass char omfg i didnt know he was so SMALLLLLL 💀💀

[walnut-tries-too-hard]

Day 15: IJevin

When you get exiled and borderline mentally tortured BUT the poepoe disbanded because of a literal coin flip

[blondeaxolotl]

I burnt the top of my mouth with pizza because I'm an impatient prick when it comes to food I DIDNDT FUCKING BLOW OIN IT AND NOW THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH IS BURNT

[friedbabyteeth]

I blame Tumblr

[penelopekalliope]

A boring day just got sad

After doing nothing for an entire day, I finaly had some energy to do something. More specifically, I wanted to create something. So I went looking for the USB-stick on wich I keep my draft for a jegulily fanfic I'm writing. Only to then accidentaly delete the map where I keep all these documents.

So no writing fanfiction today. All I've written is lost. This makes me sad. :((

[xxmarvelouslifexx]

Merry Christmas Eve Eve. Time to turn the kitchen into a cookie factory. Wish me luck.

[residentcelery]

Me, sick from a cold for nearly a week and exhausted: what if I posted a chapter?

Still me, knowing the chapter is basic info and still needs to be fleshed out and also I don't have a day off for 5 days and have 0 spare time: guys I'm gonna update!

[nottoonedin]

"Watch Alien Stage!" They said. "It'll be fun!" They said.

[lilithschosen]

me after the last like five prompts today jesus christ

[rosie321go]

How my writing is going in three snapshots:

No, Jason, please don’t do that—

WHY ARE WE YELLING? *the plot has derailed from here, and it’s all his fault*

No, brain, please don’t do that—

WHY DID I WRITE THAT? *the plot has found its own meaning and is running away, it’s all my brains fault*

No, Rose, please don’t do that—

WHY DID I LEAVE IT IN?

*I’ve fed into my own delusions. And then I wonder why everything went wrong. It’s all my fault*

[feralkwe]

i... i'm gonna have to find an artist to draw the angstiest kiss i've ever written, aren't i?

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

So, it’s late fall/early winter in Colorado, which means that Outside Creatures are trying desperately to become Inside Creatures. They have a relatively easy time with this in older homes. Which is what I live in. So, obviously I’m less than thrilled about this, but it happens every year so there’s no need to freak out.

Bugs, in particular, are always attracted to the bathroom, especially the tub. Moths can at least fly out once they are dry, but they seriously creep me out. Spiders I’m honestly cool with as long as they’re at least two feet away from me. But still. Not my favorite Shower Buddy to have. (Husband is my favorite Shower Buddy.)

Now, let’s all back up 20 years or so to that one time my dad bought Starship Troopers and then let Middle Sister watch it for a week straight when she was FOUR YEARS OLD. (This started on a Monday; Friday night there was a daddy long legs in the tub at bath time and she screamed for an hour…she literally couldn’t be within 6 feet of a bug of any kind without screaming until she was about 15 years old…) And what do good big sisters do?

Stomp the ever loving fuck out of bugs, because honestly the screaming child is worse to deal with than however freaky the bug itself is.

So I have practice at killing bugs, I don’t enjoy it and prefer not to, but I CAN actually do it.

So, two mornings ago I get up and hop in the shower, only to discover that I have an unwanted eight legged Shower Buddy.

Not the end of the world, just fish him out with a shampoo bottle and proceed with my morning. Shower Buddy is unusually dark, thick, and large, but that’s about the only time I spend thinking about him. Or her. Whatever.

Until this mother fucker starts crawling up and across the shower curtain. Towards me.

And I’m a solution oriented person, so I’m just like “I would rather shower with the curtain open and clean up the water later than kill poor little Shower Buddy” which is exactly what I did.

But today. TODAY. Shower Buddy was absolutely not playing it cool in his/her/it’s attempt to avoid the water. And it’s a small fucking tub, okay?

So I’m trying to talk Shower Buddy out of this unwise invasion of my personal space.

And my husband barges in, yanks the curtain aside, and demands to know why I’m making so much noise as ass o’clock in the morning.

Shower Buddy was not a fan of the curtain being yanked. There was a definite freak out on his part.

I may or may not have imitated a screaming terrified child that was traumatized by Starship Troopers from a very young age.

Anyway, husband smashed poor little Shower Buddy with his bare hand, wiped his hand off with a piece of toilet paper, and flushed the whole mess down to its inevitable watery grave.

Also, my dad still thinks the Starship Troopers thing was hilarious, my mom is still pissed off about it, Middle Sister is a perfectly nice, reasonable adult, and my husband specifically called me at lunch just to continue mocking me.