Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
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Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying 👀
Grian was up in a mountain, laying mindlessly on a big bed – useless wings flat in-between his tender back and soft pillows, hair displaced in a messy halo around his head, eyes wandering to the sky he could never again reach, doomed to simply watch.
He sighed heavily, his wings have been bothering him for a while now, feathers clamped together messily and aching from the awkward angles and prolonged misuse – the watchers never permitted him to fly in their sick little death games, this time was no different.
“Need a preening session, G?” Grian was suddenly brought back from the skies, to the very earthbound and human figure in front of him – to a smiling Scar.
Grian didn’t answer, they were enemies – he wouldn’t trust that clumsy man anywhere near his wings, he would pull off one too many feathers, lose his fingers in-between knots, steal his heart all over again.
Yet Grian nodded.
It was a fleeting moment of peace – only that and nothing more. Scar and Grian briefly putting their differences and bickering aside, briefly forgetting uncountable betrayals and lies, briefly imagining an endless desert and a sand castle.
Enemies and lovers were up in a mountain – how many times was it now?
obsessed with stories that start out silly and stupid and then turn out to be deep and heartbreaking in their beauty. like okay, make me cry at midnight while i reflect on the true meaning of friendship i guess
made a uquiz
here it is! it’s romeo and juliet themed lol
“Jesus christ man what the FUCK” - my brother
glad you all enjoy it :3
[ID copied from alt:
tumblr tags reading #i got juliet and uhhhh hey op? #hey op????? #are u okay #also why would you read me to absolute filth like that #i’m gonna go lay down.
Tumblr tags reading #jesus #uquiz #romeo and juliet #go… take this
Tumblr tags reading #ohhhh bro #that last questionnnn
#I got Romeo!!! #but oh my god. End ID]
okay, so- I had enough time to process the 'wilbur situation' and decided that I'll keep my drabbles, fics and art of c!wilbur up simply because I'm proud of myself for making them and I know some people hold them dear - yet, I plan to scrap all other plots, prompts and wips I had of any of his characters with the exception of two fics that I was writing in Techno's memory... They might never see the light of day, but I'll finish them for my favourite pigman. anyway, please support shubble.
these two months of 2024 have been five years respectively
no tags and 200 notes in 1 hr we are fucking going through it this year huh
can i get a hell yea if you’re still gonna be wasting your time on this website in 2014
can i get a hell yea if you’re still gonna be wasting your time on this website in 2024
pss, hey you. yes, YOU
do you like scarian? are you a hermicraft/traffic series fan? are you looking for a place to talk about that stuff?
well, i present you an alternative!
in april of 2022, i created a discord server for that. its been around ever since and it's a community full of nice and talented people, but it has been a little inactive since most of the older members moved to different fandoms
but we want it to be alive again! so please join us and you'll sure be welcomed <33
https://discord.com/invite/pUsfrSf4jn
less than a month to go boys
[ID: drawing of an upset light blue dog on a black background with white text reading “I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me” overlaid eleven times. End ID]
“I hate yellow.” Murmured Scar to no one, his back against the grass of a sunflower field – wasting his oh-so precious time.
He hated it; surely not because it tended to be his shortest life – once upon a time down a sand ravine, up in a lonely magic mountain, ending two heartbeats at the rhythm of an explosion. No, Scar hated yellow simply because it meant no more Grian.
It meant the end of a promise or, better yet, of a contract made of pity and not loyalty – never loyalty. It meant seeing from afar and never being quite able to reach, meant being scared of caring – once, twice, thrice. It meant inevitable blood-shed – inevitable red.
Here he was with a yellow sun to his front and his eyes squinting against its bright halo or maybe against the memory of his own sun – now, quite far for him to orbit. With the golden yellow of a clock at his right hand, the ticking never stopping.
“No place for sunflowers in-between poppies and lilacs.” Scar said through liar’s yellow teeth. “Not loyalty – never loyalty.”
Now they were all yellow.
reblogging this old drabble because of Scar's new yellow life skin felt relevant
Scar was climbing up birch steps, one step at a time – he’d lie to himself saying that it was so he didn’t risk taking any damage but alas, he was just trying to give himself a little bit more time.
He needed time, he needed to put his thoughts in order, he needed to choose the right words… The scarred man looked up – to his destination –, a small mount, an egg-shaped birch house made by a madman barely visible with the unrelenting glare of the sun dying behind tall mountains.
He was out of time – his feet met dirt and his eyes met Grian’s back.
“Hey, G…” Scar started hesitant – no more than a soft mumbling to Grian’s back while the shorter was busying himself by his crafting table; Scar thought hard about the time he lost going up those steps, about his screaming thoughts, about his pretty words…
Yet, now he was looking at the sun – his sun.
Grian spun on his feet with a crazed grin, smiling from ear to ear to his ex-associate, his old partner in crime, his burning soulmate, his sworn enemy – shining gleefully like the sun.
“I needed to ask you something, G-”
Scar gulped down his words and played mindlessly with his scarred hands – fingers covered in wounds from thorns and leaves of flowers that once begged for his sun to stay, knuckles eternally bruised from a fist fight till death that took the sunshine out of his eyes.
The same eyes that kept staring at the sun at this very moment.
He shook his head and closed his eyes – he couldn’t keep staring; he couldn’t risk getting blindsided again –, yet… He opened his eyes and only saw Grian smiling at him, the sun setting as a halo behind him.
“I- I forgot.” He said, once again blinded for looking too much at the sun.
relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever
two mimir
I hope people understand that when I say "I miss the dsmp" that I don't mean some people, some story lines, some general things, the fandom... Hells, I barely miss the part of the lore or characters I liked.
What I miss is crimeboys making an alleyway simply because they wanted to play more together after the lore for the day was done. I miss Tubbo spinning around on the spot trying to find a giggling Wilbur. I miss Wilbur smiling to himself and writing on chat just for us to see that "Tubbo reminds me of myself when younger". I miss Techno getting into the server tired as fuck just cause one of his friends called him and wanted to do absolutely nothing in Minecraft with him. I miss Wilbur staying awake until ungodly hours to keep Techno company when my man was farming potatoes and try-harding. I miss SBI and friends crashing into Phil's hardcore streams to talk about nothing at all and absolutely everything just to be together and laugh and say shit. I miss Tommy trying to make sense of something and the smile on his face after Wilbur would laugh heartily and say "That's quote book, for sure". I miss stories about late night gameplays of fucking TF2. I miss chat crying to Phil, his sigh, his giggle and his "What did they do?". I...
I guess I just miss them.