#rot talk

[thursdaylast]

okay just watched Tango's latest episode and like. hole jokes aside, something about those lighting glitches on the bedrock is driving me insane. and i know its not a huge deal, they're just glitches, but like. like. you carve a hole through the bedrock. wings you stole from a ship that sailed a void not unlike this one cling to your back, the only thing that will keep you alive down there. you leave a light in the opening to guide you home, a lifeline, the only spark in an infinite darkness. you fall. below you waits the void, and above you (where there should only be one) dozens, Hundreds of lights mar the bedrock ceiling, drowning out your little spark with their sweet, inviting glow. they call out safety, freedom, home, and they stretch out jagged rocks like teeth that will tear through your wings and rip through your hearts and leave you to drown in the abyss beneath. you are trapped between a wall of fangs and an ocean of hunger, false lights over a void-dark sea. there is only one way out. do not lose track of it.

[fandombrainrots]

For those who are wondering what happened to Into the Zone, I’ve been updating on Ao3! I might post the chapters here again at some point, but it’s been easier on me to only post over there. Chapter 6 will be coming soon, and I’m so grateful for the support!

Here’s a link to those who want it, enjoy!

[fagitokomaedyke]

in the hopsital with despair disease

[marshmellowed]

every time.

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[faunadestroyer]

i miss everyone but they are all right there

[abyssalbloom]

People on tumblr really will go „I cannot believe silly right wingers fall for fear-mongering and moral panics and accuse random queer people of being pedophiles for self expression and kinks, anyway, block and unfollow xyz because they’re a proshipper and glorifying abuse”

[ghoulbats]

well….it finally happened

[soldrawss]

@funneylizzie got me in that Casey Jones Jr brainrot and I haven't known peace since

[girlintodust]

[thursdaylast]

tumblr is trying to stop me

[fandombrainrots]

Fdssbdghdfgjdfhnfasvsdghgbbfggwef guys wish me luck I’ve done an oops

I am sadly still a little minor baby, but it also means I have to suffer through high school.

Have I studied for the ACT? No. Am I going to? Absolutely not. Totally not because it’s tomorrow.

So uh- wish me luck? If I do well I won’t have to take it again. ;-;

Also if I do well I’ll post two new chapters for into the Zone and actually update on Tumblr.

[fagitokomaedyke]

I apologize for the person i am becoming after finishing beast

[botanyshitposts]

my brother got me this tumbler with a bunch of mushroom/fungus illustrations all over it and it’s the only tumbler I will accept in my life but the designer put one (1) graphic on it that’s actually a thalloid liverwort. no larger than a quarter on the actual product but I see it and I know

[hailsatanacab]

"Well, this is a bad idea," Tim says, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess they’ve made in the cave.

"Nah," Danny replies, twirling his screwdriver in the air in what is probably meant to be an impressive trick to inspire confidence, except he fumbles it and it clangs to the floor loudly, "we good. If a younger version of myself hasn't come forward in time to stop me, how bad can it be?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way round?"

"What?"

"Normally, it's an older version of yourself going backwards in time to stop you, right?"

"Not in my experience."

Danny's grin is impossibly feral and a shiver runs up Tim's spine.

"This is definitely a bad idea."

[s0fter-sin]

“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”

mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.

“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.

his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.

“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.

mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.

“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”