i hang out with dead people

on instagram as rockymthorrorshow, on ao3 as arsenicinyourpudding

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

this is prime proof that this ENTIRE WEBSITE is autistic because nowhere else would a no tags post that's just an informative list about slang get this much traction.

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

anyway more addittions

“30-50 wild hogs” for someone making ABSURD excuses for violence.

“what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament” for how do you know that without being a part of it.

“anyone in this thread smoke weed” for the shit you people are saying is so off topic this might as well be a general discussion forum

“dogs are boys and cats are girls” for ooh ur mindset did not grow past 4th grade, huh

“color theory in a childrens hospital” for bending over backwards to not agree that YEA, that thing Came Off Weird

“you are a tar pit” for someone finding any reason to respond with outrage.

“is the __ in the room with us right now?” for I Don’t Think That’s Real.

“bean soup? im allergic to beans!” for ik this doesn’t work for you, but that’s not a flaw. not everything can be for you.

“people irl: hey man hows it going” for this will Never Matter irl

[rockymthorrorshow]

Hi there! I just came across a post mentioning that you’re friends with vaguenotion, and I hope it’s okay that I’m reaching out. The fic she wrote—yes, THE fic - is hands down the best I’ve ever read in the Lone Star fandom. I’ve been sharing it everywhere, and there’s a whole community of over 10,000 people absolutely obsessed with it. It’s genuinely earth-shattering. I was wondering if there’s any way to reach her? I’d love the chance to tell her how incredible her writing is.

Thank you ❤️

This is so sweet??? I'm happy to pass on messages! Not sure if her socials are posted on her account atm

[rockymthorrorshow]

Update: I have been granted permission to share socials: she's @cottonprojectt on insta!!

[rockymthorrorshow]

Hi there! I just came across a post mentioning that you’re friends with vaguenotion, and I hope it’s okay that I’m reaching out. The fic she wrote—yes, THE fic - is hands down the best I’ve ever read in the Lone Star fandom. I’ve been sharing it everywhere, and there’s a whole community of over 10,000 people absolutely obsessed with it. It’s genuinely earth-shattering. I was wondering if there’s any way to reach her? I’d love the chance to tell her how incredible her writing is.

Thank you ❤️

This is so sweet??? I'm happy to pass on messages! Not sure if her socials are posted on her account atm

[eatpussypraylove]

I just don’t have it in me anymore (relieved)

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

[bpdohwhatajoy]

[dear-ao3]

[x]

[nikoisme]

Being obsessed with your own ocs is so so good for you i seriously can't recommend it enough

[nikoisme]

The only downside is that you have to do Everything around here

[psilocybersecurity-deactivated2]

My friend, Angel, commissioned me to pyrogragh this pair of leather gloves that he will be using as a wildfire fighter in Colorado. What sold me on the project was him saying “I just want trees and mountains to be included. Other than that, you’d have total creative freedom, I know you create better that way” :’)

By illustrating skeletal human hands made from sticks and wood with growing leaves in the palms of the gloves, I wanted to create a reminder for Angel that he is very much a part of the nature he is fighting to protect.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[petitelappin]

This child who came to my house tonight is literally the funniest human being on the planet. She complimented me on having both lollipops and mini Three Musketeers available because "a lot of houses these days don't give you a fruit flavor option." She was very solemn about this.

[kosmogrl]

[orcposts]

do not go gentle into that good night

[orcposts]

be a bit of a bitch about it

[dreg-heap]

If I were a farmer I simply would not need a sheep dog. I would reason with the sheep and explain to them the logic of where I want them to go.

[morsking]

[illwynd]

I have come to realize that, to me, one of the worst crimes a piece of fiction can commit is being mean-spirited. Just about anything else can be good in certain circumstances. But a mean-spirited work diminishes anyone who encounters it.

[homunculus-argument]

You know those pieces of art that you can't even remember where you encountered them, and nothing else about them, but just one detail that you still think about sometimes? I can't even remember which museum I saw it in, or where - considering that I was with my family, I suppose it was probably Paris, Stockholm, Copenhagen or London - but there was this oil painting, a portrait of a young woman whose identity was unknown. The title card of the painting speculated that the portrait had been commissioned of her for the sake of marriage prospects, to show her off to potential suitors.

She was pale, red-haired, and very beautiful - which itself isn't remarkable, as naturally all such portraits paint their subjects as beautiful as they can possibly feel allowed to. She was posed in a very standard, nondescript way of such portraits, dressed as finely as a well-to-do merchant's daughter would be in a standard bridal advertisement portrait. The only thing I can recall, that I still remember vividly, was her eyes.

Her eyes were brown, such rich brown that the glint in them was shaded in red. And there was anger in them. True, genuine anger. I don't even know how the artist managed to depict such a strong impression of a caged animal's muted rage, but it was all in the eyes - if you had covered them, or painted over them, the portrait would have been exactly the same as all the other such paintings, but it was there.

All I had to go on was my own speculations of the museum's speculations of who she was and what this portrait was for, but I was left wondering about that. Whatever the situation had been like, the painter had seen that anger in her eyes, and thought it so justified that he had let her keep it, and painted it into her portrait.