Hey, read this nerds.
Also, ignore sending a pass. I also use this for my insta. Oh also feel free to ignore my double stances.
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Hey, read this nerds.
Also, ignore sending a pass. I also use this for my insta. Oh also feel free to ignore my double stances.
https://drakensimp123.carrd.co/
I’m leaving this account so if you want to talk or my new one dm me and i might add you to my new one idk yet.
Welcome to Hackett's Quarry Book Club!
Hey hey, I haven't seen a writing server made for The Quarry yet so here I am. I created a 16+ writing server for writers and fan fic enjoyers! Please check it out. We will be doing events and challenges. We also have a sprint bot. Feel free to message me if the link doesn't work! Also, even though it is a writing-focused server, artists are welcome as well! https://discord.gg/WnTJAaD2tR
Y'all dont get how much I wanna write a fic about dylan from the quarry
probably how the game of Truth or Dare went after everyone else left:
Kaitlyn: Okay, Dylan. Truth or dare. Dylan: Truth. Kaitlyn: What’s your favorite food? Dylan: Triangle. Ryan, truth or dare? Ryan: Uh, truth. Dylan: Do you like boys?
Abigail: Yesterday, I overheard Nick saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Dylan replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
Having a hyperfixation on The Quarry, more specifically Dylan, is both a blessing and a curse. It brings me genuine happiness, but when I need to focus at work the only thing going through my brain is "herd of bears? Yeah I've heard of bears" and it is the dumbest thing ever.
I love him your honour.
Little batty taps 🦇
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Translation: Person behind camera; *knock down one card* “Go.” Other person;“Is your character mentally stable?” Person behind Camera; *Looks at card* “Yes” Other person; *Slaps down all but one card* “IT’S MOMO”
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS. THERE WERE ONLY A FEW DOZEN NOTES WHEN I SAW IT LAST.
The invisible silent tragedy nobody’s talking about: at some point this year it will stop being true that there are 69 Dark-type Pokemon
People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.
An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.
It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…
It’s an ant again.
Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.
This is madness.
Thank you for this good PSA because I’m still seeing sincere, published, professional writers doing “ahhhhh oh no this monster was SO UGLY i’m mentally ill now!”
@bamsara’s story has consumed my weekend. have some doodles
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I get that being frozen for 100 years is a tough thing to go through but honestly Aang should have used it for comedy more
Katara: wow so this is Omashu
Aang: back in my day it was called weed city
Sokka: I’m… pretty sure it wasn’t
Aang: that’s what the fire nation wants you to think
Bumi, the second they arrive: welcome to weed city
Sokka: what the fuck
can we get this post to 420,000 notes
“But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.”
— Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 75: Through the Narrow Place
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when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit