#packrats

[pyrusinc]

some au-inettes :) was just meant to be a few doodles to get back into drawing but then i decided to experiment and now its colorful sjfd;sfh. featurin' @bigfatbreak's feralnette, @aerequets's mindmice, @zoe-oneesama' marigold, and my own bossbug. ily yalls art literally so much weeping

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[secretmellowblog]

Happy Wig Pocket day to everyone following @lesmisletters!

She also noticed that there were all sorts of things in the pockets [of Valjean’s coat.] Not only the needles, thread, and scissors which she had seen, but a big pocket-book, a very large knife, and—a suspicious circumstance—several wigs of various colors. Each pocket of this coat had the air of being in a manner provided against unexpected accidents.

[the-californicationist]

Why do I hold onto clothes that I won’t wear? If I have them hanging in my closet, does it mean that I am still connected to the time and place I wore them last? They’re washed. Surely the dirt and sweat and tears and cake and ash from the birthday candles have all gone out of them. Surely only my memory remains. And yet, the shirt is still here. The one I stole from the bottom drawer in my friend’s dresser, the girl who isn’t my friend anymore. The shirt I got from the 5k that kicked my ass; the one that taught me that even after a year of personal training, I should return to my mantra — temet nosce. Know thyself. But not knowing as in funfetti is my favorite, even though I’ve never had it on my own birthday. Not knowing as in when I go to target for a pack of tampons, I’ll leave with a cart full of bags. Don’t worry it was a sale. Full to the top of that red basket of snuts and trinkets and oh so important necessities that I’ll find at the bottom of my bathroom vanity by Christmas. A closet full of singleton socks and novelty headbands that I’m not manic pixie enough to wear. The coat from when my father was in Korea. Not for the war. For something else. Who knows what? It’s a memory that isn’t mine. And yet still it takes up space here on the rung, forcing me to confront it every time I open the door. Knowing it’s there. Being able to feel the cheap chocolate brown silk and the quick embroidery. But the thought of a sudden fire, bright flames melting it away to nothing, literally makes my eyes burn with tears. The unbearable loss of a memory that isn’t mine. And all of the sweaters that I hoped would get their mileage, forgetting somehow that I live in east Houston, the land of concrete and strip centers, flattening anything that could even pretend to be a tree, an easy bake oven of a place, garish and scorching even in November. Is nostalgia the Marlboro of my generation? Did we get a peek at that exploitive heaven of the nineties only to discover that we do indeed reap what we sow. The reaping is a nasty business. The loss of houses. Hurricane Katrina. Temperature spikes. Snow in March. The sweater I bought from a beach front shack because I had nothing else to wear. How do you tell a fourteen year old that she should pack clothes when she has pictures and burned CDs and video games that she can’t live without? And if they were washed away, somehow their loss would be her fault. I should throw out these dresses. The one I wore to my grandmother’s funeral is too black. Too specific. The nylon body con hugged me as I read my trite eulogy, a love letter she will never read. A woman full of memories. Of finer clothes than mine. All of her socks had pairs. Where did she find them? Or did she banish the lonely ones? Did she have a heart to say goodbye to something when it served her well, it’s time on earth fleeting and yet eternal. Nothing leaves this blue speck, does it? And yet I cling to this screen-printed Gildan like it’s my own skin. If I put it on, will any part of me come rushing back?

[pcktknife]

WAIT ARK IS COMING BACK?? SOURCEEE

my beautiful mind <3

[zeravmeta]

i can never bring myself to do nuzlockes not because of the challenge nor even because of like the attachment to your pokemon (though that does apply) but mainly because I specced entirely into the monster catching aspect of pokemon so im a terrible collector who cant *not* catch and fill out my pokedex no matter what

and like as someone who loves romhacks specifically this ends up shooting me in the foot because most romhacks are actually well designed and good compared to the average pokemon game meaning all the pokemon are available so im tossing balls for 1000+ creatures at this point per hack and to try and remedy this I try to play a lot of fakemon hacks (also bc i really love em) and even then a significant majority of the time the devs are considerate and go "hey lets add all the normal pokemon in too give them a little walking around money" so. yeah.

[cosmica-candy]

CHEESECAKE LEAVE THE THIEVES ALONE.

[fishareglorious]

oh yeah ages ago i pulled on that banner that gives you a free six star right off the bat in your first ten pull out of curiosity on who id get and

i got one of the pinus squirrels! very cool.

[zestialtheancient]

*she walks up to you, she seems like she's about to pass out. As she opens her mouth to speak, she falls asleep, falling to the floor with a thud, she was going to tell you about something she did today but her overworked body had other plans*

*he tucks them inside his cloak for safekeeping*

[simonn0el]

Packrat

[dragon--sage]

one of my tumblr tabs still has the boop-o-meter in it and i don't have the heart in me 2 close it :')

[pyrusinc]

i've noticed a bit of a theme in my favorite aunettes.

[olivesjaw]

[multicrazygummybears]

Agagaga I've literally made 7 OCS for incredibox now wowie. I will be making more it is a disease I swear

But say hello to Packrat. Just a kid who lives down in Sewertown collecting whatever he can get his hands on both in the water ways and above the surface despite how dangerous it could be

[pcktknife]

PLEASE HELP!! I swear I’ve seen you use this reaction where it’s like a tbh creature but with a haunting face and he has a piece of cake or something in front of him please I need it so bad 😭😭😭😭😭

look Ill b real save a Lot of images but I can't even begin to think of what this could be cause i hardly ever (if at all) used tbh creature u might be outta luck pal 😭

[cadaverette]

got my mom a MILK scottie dog bag for her bday/mother's day...she is officially in the jfashion scene 😌