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I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him
i was sad until i opened tumblr and saw a dog called Chocolate Milk and i think you should look at him
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the more you reblog this the more it breaks
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WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO
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literally what is happening @staff you dun goofd
i tried to reblog this and the stupid app just crashed
If you’re seeing this, I managed to reblog this post.
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i’m frightened
Attempting to reblog
apparently I can’t reblog without writing some text here. not even with only tags
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i love how the reblog format changed halfway through
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@heritageposts this one looks right up your alley…
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Having an artistic brain but no time to develop artistic skill is so frustrating. I have an image in my mind- a black silhouette, small and unassuming, scrambling in the air as it reaches up fultiley for rescue, screaming as white light envelops it. It's falling down into something cavernous, something so bright it could burn away the world. Text around it, written like shattered glass "The great must always fall..."
A second image - A form, crumpled and melting, it's face and hands glowing as if bursting at the seams with the power it fell into. It stands on a steel catwalk before an infinite void, in which a single, glowing red soul dominates. The soul is huge compared to the figure, yet they do not seem cowed by it in any way. There is almost the feeling of a cathedral in reverse, of a person standing before a God and realizing that they can claim its power.
The text below it, "So that they may rise."
does anyone have the screenshot of the comment on the youtube video of molten iron slag being poured where it's a guy describing his experience witnessing the same thing written in the most beautiful prose imaginable
@f2tal @barabones with your key addition of 'seagulls,' i was able to find it!
This is the video it's under
my cat bit me with a mouthful of water once
what are your favorite fics where these guys are the main character(s) (so like, one favorite fic for each guy, if you have it -- i understand if you gotta say n/a lol):
- underfell sans
- classic undertale sans
- classic undertale papyrus
- fellswap or swapfell papyrus (what nickname used for him too)
- underlust sans
- underswap papyrus
- fresh
and if you have it, a favorite fic for a guy i havent mentioned that you really like
Hi, Anon. Sorry for the wait, I “tried” to narrow my selection to recent ones I tend to reread; It was a challenge, I got too many favorites I didn’t list. But I hope this suffices. (^///^) ?
-Underfell sans: “Undead melodies” by Villainsimpqueen and “A Murderer in the Subway” by AKA_Indulgence -Classic undertale sans: “Same You, Different Font” by radskull69 and “Lured By The Siren's Charm” by SugarBonBon -Classic undertale papyrus: “The Key To Freedom” by SugarBonBon and “Sweet as Sugar” by Beewritesstuff (Mimispace) -Fellswap or swapfell papyrus: “Dead Guy Walking” by Az_le_RAT and “Valkyrie of my soul” or “Ship of Bones” by Fiery_Soul -Underlust sans: “Threads & Bones” by Lion_Witchcraft -Underswap papyrus: “Won't You Stay My Little Honeybun?” by SugarBonBon -Fresh: “The Parasite's Pyjamas” by InkyOverlord
Some other fics:
-Nightmare Sans: “Nights and Their Rulers” by HeyLook_Sum_Beanz -Horror Sans: “Fallen City” by AuthorkunUwU and “Hunger and Horror” by Succubliss -Mafiafell Sans: “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” by CrimsonAndCloverOverAndOver -Mafiafell Gaster: “Bedside Manners and Guns” by absurdmagewrites -Swapfell Sans: “Having a skeleton husband is not that nice” or “My dear prisoner” by Naryhey
* Looks like he's taking a nap on your dashboard.
Black Sesame Milk
By sin.xline
Today’s highlights in my ongoing project to read through and transcribe the letters of Rachel (a wealthy Victorian girl at boarding school on the East Coast in the 1890s) include…
Rachel’s cousin Will and his Yale roommate Allen both have the measles. Rachel shows limited sympathy (”Poor boy!”), before immediately mocking them and calling them “childish” for getting a disease only little kids get.
Rachel and her roommate “B” (It stands for Bertha!) attempted to steal a sign (what sort idk) from a fair they went to but found they “were carefully guarded”. She wishes Will could have been there to help.
Will has a crush on a girl named Jenny, who Rachel knows, and is constantly asking Rachel if Jenny has mentioned him.
“B” often sits next to Rachel as she writes and suggests things to add to the letter or just generally distracts her.
Will and Jack, who are brothers, don’t write to each other. They write to Rachel and tell her to write to the other and pass on a message for them. Rachel keeps asking why they do this, but goes along with it anyways.
Rachel always explains why there are ink blots or areas of sloppy writing in her letters. Explanations so far include such classics as: the dinner bell just rang, it’s after lights-out and I’m writing this in the dark, “B” is shaking my arm, “B” is kissing me, this pen is broken, the postman is almost here, and there was a bee.
For her 18th birthday Rachel received: a new Kodak camera, eighteen white rosebuds, silver manicure scissors, a pair of shell side combs, a silver pencil, and a vase of pink roses. However her favorite present was from her father who wrote to say she could just buy her own present and he would pay for it.
Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them.
In addition to Calvé, Marlowe and Sothern, Rachel has now also gone to see performances by Ellen Terry, Henry Irving, John Philip Sousa, Ignacy Jan Paderewski (playing the piano, not governing Poland), and freaking Sarah Bernhardt!
Rachel likes to put question marks in the middle of sentences to denote sarcasm; i.e. “I am very ? sorry for you.” and “Men were not excluded and we had the pleasure ? of meeting several.”
Your 1890s slang word of the day: “squelch” (verb) - to be lectured or punished for something. Example: “I expect to be squelched unmercifully by mama and papa.” Can also be used as a noun as in: “This term we have had nothing but squelches.”
“Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them.”
Update: It took eight years, dozens of emails, an unbelievably kind invitation from Rachel’s granddaughter (also named Rachel) and 16 hours of travel but…
ms paint my beloved
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.
I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?
All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet. I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest.
The MC is a girl who we’ll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girl™, Sue is Not Like Other Girls™, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy™ for a boyfriend. We’ll call him Dickhead.
Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One™ but he loves her really so it’s okay. Except it’s not okay because Sue is a Good Girl™ and holding out till marriage which he’s fine with except he’s got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words “hey stud” and he follows, dick out before she’s even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because she’s a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that he’ll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now he’s a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause it’s about to get weirder.
Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love™ who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! He’s been “instinctively protecting her from rapists” by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because that’s not fucking terrifying at all.
Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only she’d let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he can’t decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I don’t mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.
If you’ve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.
So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: “her breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldn’t stop”
This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be “god fucking dammit” as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.
When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with “a dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flower” (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, there’s more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and I’ll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and it’s all a bit of a blur.
A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEART” and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldn’t take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.
And that’s the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. You’re all fucking WELCOME.
Sorry to bring this searing back into your lives fam, but I feel it’s worth noting that people are tagging this as an “ancient relic” of tumblr text posts and how they’re so happy they see this every year and like guys, I hate to tell you this, but uh, this post is only six months old. I posted in on March 3rd 2016.
It only seems like years because every time you see it you age five years.
Just saying. In the same way that we look back at the death of nazis now and can easily and objectively say that that was a morally good thing to happen... in 50, 75, 100 years, the deaths of our current right wing fascists will be viewed that way.
Also gonna say: I see a lot of people who clearly feel as though their feelings of happiness or relief make them a bad person. Who feel as though celebrating any death makes them bad, because 'violence begets violence' or something vague about how violence is always bad.
And I need you all to know that 1) fascism has never been defeated without the use of violence and 2) 'violence begets violence' is always, for some reason, directed towards the people who the first violence was against. It's never against the people who inflicted the violence to begin with. So yeah, they begat violence in response to their violence. Boo hoo.
'This will trigger backlash' besties they are already killing you??
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TODAY IS THE DAY. IT’S BEEN A YEAR.