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i always knew riverdale is a show that goes off the rails plot wise but the more i hear about it the more i realise its basically homestuck. look at these character descriptions.

this is homestuck. you have to understand how homestuck this is.

alanaisalive

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

iguanamouth

oh shit

throughshadow-to-the-edgeofnight

alanaisalive

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

docd666

Y'all know what to do Tumblr.

hawker-hurricane00

Forgot to post this

hawker-hurricane00

Eepy

akanemnon

Hi, sorry this isn’t a question, just wanted to say like, I really like your art style and the Twin Runes comic. Originally was following on Instagram and recently found your tumblr. Just wanted to thank you for posting the comic, I really enjoy reading it and seeing your art (been bringing me some joy in current struggles)

Sorry if this is weird/not the right thing to say in asks, still a bit awkward and anxious and generally kinda bad at using tumblr and tumblr asks.

Hi there! I'm really glad to hear the comic is really helping you through a rough spot in your life. If this silly story can put a smile on your face, despite whatever you might be going through, that is an immediate win in my book. I'm wishing you the best of luck, and hope you can make it through whatever you're dealing with, pal ✨

(And don't worry. You're doing fine!)

beardedmrbean

theman

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

tattooedzombigirl

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

secondlina

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

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hawker-hurricane00

Apologies that this isn’t a question, but I just stumbled across your tumblr again after many years and I wanted to say that it is nice to see that you are still active and making art. Your ask drunk chara series brought me joy in a rough time, and it is nice to see that you are still active and making art/comics.

AAAA thank you qwq glad to see people coming back! I had been through a really bad funk for the last years and I feel like I'm finally making progress of coming out of it~

blind-the-winds-deactivated2024

Google Ambient Chaos if you ever need background noises for writing! It's a customizable soundscape website.

Anon, when I first saw this ask, I thought it was going to be one of those mixers of nice, traditional sounds, like rain or a coffeeshop. And it is! And there's lofi hiphop, my favorite sound to write to! Which means this is legitimately an excellent tool for writers, and I love you for introducing it to me.

But I also want to say. There are some choices here. That I need to point out. Because they're either fantastic or questionable, and I can't decide.

Things like . . .

Couple arguing.

Medieval battle.

Beehive, where you can write to a fuckton of bees.

Crime scene.

And actually the perfect soundscape for NaNoWriMo.

(It's here, for those curious.)

blind-the-winds-deactivated2024

Somebody found this last week and reminded me it existed, so I'mma bring it back to this blog because it's about ten days until some of you will need that last one. :D

On friendships

Fear and pain.

Being afraid, hurting, tiring of it all. I am afraid of what people see when they look at me. What they have constructed within their minds, if I live up to it. Or if I am even in their thoughts at all, perhaps I am nothing. A passing acquaintance, a friend once, now a stranger with a faint bit of warmth attached to them. Threads tying me to others are breaking. Wearing thin, or tearing out at the roots, having been attached with ideas and images that are flawed and false. Maybe I should have tried harder, held on tighter. But you can’t force people to stay, can you? People grow apart, feelings change. Fall out of love, even of the platonic sort. You still care about them, but you are a fleeting thought in their mind. You want to ask them if you are still friends, but they won’t open the message. Life moves on, but you are stuck in the past. Tied up and tangled in all the cut strings of your failed friendships, left behind with your unrequited care and love for others.

But that’s the thing about friendship isn’t it? It’s harder to quantify than a romantic relationship, harder to tell if you still mean something to them. With romance you break up and it’s over. A clear ending. With friendships, things can drift, unclear and clouded. Are we still friends? Or has the distance and time broken that bond.

Am I left holding a thread that has been cut just out of sight, or are you still holding the other end?

#vent post #kinda #a bit depressing #writing #friendship #still don't know how to tag

is bath water a broth

#shit post #kinda

A conversation

“Caleb, why do you insist upon this irrational claim of friendship between us? I am a god, a being of great power, far older than you ever will be, ho could you ever hope to be a friend to me?”

Caleb stared at the screen for a moment, as the words he had just heard scrolled across. “Well, simple thing, people just aren’t rational I guess. Like, it’s pretty nova that you’re this god-like being and all, but you still talk to me and keep me from being alone. Also, I care ‘bout ya, so there’s that.”

“But why do you care? It is illogical, you have no connection to me, I am a being of battle and war, I am chained, my power sealed, I have nothing to offer, and you are not among those who would worship me, they are all dead.”

The spacer frowned at this, quickly responding, “I care because you’re here talking to me. I care because you don’t force me to worship or grovel before you. I care because you’re a real person, no matter your origin or past. You may have been created out of a need for a warrior, but you’re more than that. You have free will, you’re more than the battles you were created to fight. You exist despite a lack of worshipers and followers. That means something. You’re as much of a person as I am, you’ve just seen more and came from a different place and circumstance.”

“You have given me much to think about Caleb, but despite this, I thank you for the sentiment.” And with that, the comms channel closed, and the screen went dark.

#writing #original writing #scifi #kinda #it's a part of a series/project i'm writing #meekona space scifi

meekona

A poem I wrote with a friend during high school for an AP English assignment

All my life I have weathered the storm

Alone I am inside, crackling fire the only sound heard

Alone is how most of my time is spent, nobody else to be heard

My pleas don’t escape my mind’s blizzard.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay warm

I see a hope outside the door

I reach out

I try to shout,

But there is no doubt

That I’m alone once more

My light slowly begins to fade

My fire is dying

Although I insist on denying,

I no longer see the point in trying

I’m stuck, alone and afraid.

The emptiness wears me down to the bone

The fire burns out

And I can no longer doubt

That I can no longer hold out.

My fire is gone and I sit, cold and alone.

meekona

reblogging because i forgot to mention back when i first posted this that the title of the poem was “Spooderman”

#there wasn't any reason for it #we wrote the title as a joke but didn't realize we needed a title to submit the poem #or that we'd have to say it in front of the class as we were presenting the poem

random bullshit, yet again

and one day you’ll look back at these nights, when you were at your lowest, when you felt your most alone. and you’ll see how far you’ve come. you’ll see how much you’ve grown, how far you’ve risen, and you’ll smile. because you’ll have made it, you’ll have survived, you’ll have found where you feel accepted, where you feel loved.

so keep holding on, keep going, ok?

#kind of a vent post #but also hoping this comes true for me one day #late night thoughts

“If you could always remember one thing in your life perfectly clearly, no matter the situation or circumstance, what would it be?”

I’d remember that I’m loved

“Why that, of all things?”

Because it’s the thing I seem to forget most about myself

#idk how to use tags #still #love #depression #kinda #I’m sad and eating crappy dining hall food at my college rn

A poem I wrote with a friend during high school for an AP English assignment

All my life I have weathered the storm

Alone I am inside, crackling fire the only sound heard

Alone is how most of my time is spent, nobody else to be heard

My pleas don’t escape my mind’s blizzard.