@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day
if i look back, i am lost
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sheepfilms
noise dept.
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Jules of Nature
#extradirty
Janaina Medeiros
occasionally subtle
Mike Driver
Origami Around
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Three Goblin Art
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Not today Justin
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@catscurse-a
⸻ ❝ seven blackbirds in a tree , count them & s e e what they be ; one for sorrow , two for joy , three for a GIRL , four for a BOY -- five for silver , six for gold , seven for a SECRET that's never been told : YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE. ❞
independent & selective rp blog for ERIC DRAVEN of "THE CROW." resurrected by amy. like & rb to interact. ( proper promo coming soon. )
A MILE ABOVE OZ, THE WITCH balanced on the wind’s forward edge, as if she were a green fleck of the land itself, flung up & sent wheeling away by the turbulent air [ … ] THE WITCH could see the companions trudging along [ … ] they seemed oblivious to their fate. but it was not up to THE WITCH to enlighten them. she used the broom as a sort of balustrade, stepping down from the sky like one of her flying monkeys. beneath, hidden by fronds, her prey had paused to take their rest. THE WITCH tucked her broom under her arm. crablike & quiet, she scuttled down a little at a time, until she was a mere twenty feet above them. wind moved the dangling tendrils of the tree. THE WITCH STARED & LISTENED. / ( low activity. follows from @jasonndeans. )
NO ONE WILL FORGET JO MARCH !
follows from @jasonndeans.
LOW ACTIVITY.
———- 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 that made the kessel run in less than twelve parsecs ! i’ve outrun imperial starships, not the local BULK - CRUISERS, mind you. i’m talkin’ about the big corellian ships, now. she’s fast enough for you, old man. // FOLLOWS FROM JASONNDEANS.
𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 CANDLE 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚍 / & here comes a CHOPPER to chop off your head / 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩 / 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 !
ind & HIGHLY SEL. dash only pennywise. novel & movie based.
jw where the sequel blogs at....
GREETINGS, URTHLINGS !! do you like “advanced” robots in green dog suits ?? do you like waffles ?? are you mentally stuck in a hot topic in 2007 ?? if so, this blog is for you ! this is an indie & selective dash only rp blog for G.I.R. of nickelodeon’s INVADER ZIM. i’ve got 10+ years of experience & a rules post linked in the description so please like or reblog this post if you’d like to write together !!
u guys…won’t believe what blog i’m making now ik i’m not super active now but listen…
VICTIMS OF THE SANDERSON SISTERS : elizabeth podbury, white witch consumed for beauty and power. william butcherson, unfaithful lover silenced even in death. emily binx, innocent victim of vanity and greed. thackery binx, most unnaturally changed & cursed with eternal guilt.
mavis: that starter
binx & me: c’:
Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
i : should stop making blogs as i’ve recently made a few i haven’t even written on & literally just made another
my brain : s....susie salmon........
* OPEN !
out of pure hunger - driven frustration , he’d forgone familiarizing himself with his thumbs & how to properly grasp silverware , now sat scarfing down a simple sandwich like an animal . “ oh — sorry , ” he manages between chewing , then chooses to swallow . “ you’ll have to forgive my table manners , i swear there was a time when they weren’t so primitive . ” laugh sounds in thackery’s throat then while flexing his thumbs . “ it’s just been awhile since i’ve eaten a proper meal — or sat at a table . ”
he pauses mid - bite at the buzzing of a fly & eyes follow its flight perfectly . hands swipe at the insect as it darts back & forth , eventually snatched out of the air in his palm . binx smiles almost sheepishly . “ got it . ”
* OPEN !
out of pure hunger - driven frustration , he’d forgone familiarizing himself with his thumbs & how to properly grasp silverware , now sat scarfing down a simple sandwich like an animal . “ oh --- sorry , ” he manages between chewing , then chooses to swallow . “ you’ll have to forgive my table manners , i swear there was a time when they weren’t so primitive . ” laugh sounds in thackery’s throat then while flexing his thumbs . “ it’s just been awhile since i’ve eaten a proper meal --- or sat at a table . ”
he pauses mid - bite at the buzzing of a fly & eyes follow its flight perfectly . hands swipe at the insect as it darts back & forth , eventually snatched out of the air in his palm . binx smiles almost sheepishly . “ got it . ”
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hey hey i know i’ve been away BUT scary stories sure got me in the spooky spirit so i WILL be back here after a rewatch....& probably a reread....i still love my cat son dw
“ some people believe if we repeat stories often enough … they become real. they make us who we are. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚… ” // follows from @jasonndeans !
