shark @sharka77a3k - Tumblr Blog

hello!

hiii

names jack

he / him

wannabe poet, artist, full-time dogboy.

https://sharka77a3k.carrd.co/

carrds a slight wip, but yeah <3

hyperfixations will change but usually the baseline one is d&d and the characters associated with that.

#intro

childsacrifice

I feel like people see me as a dog they wish they could put down (remembers we’re supposed to be over the dog motif) i feel like someone’s hamster that’ll be flushed down the toilet

ferncloud

im here for you

pjackk

Would anyone like to support my life style or am i to freakish and strange

hop-a-lot

How would you like your tea P1+2.0

"Keep your Robert warm" compilation! Not all of the crew but I might do the rest of them in next possible batch. Close-ups under the cut!

#dispatch

elexecution

they are awarding me an honorary doctorate for my work on tumblr.com

handweavers

mice are having sex in my walls :(

handweavers

the mice are fucking AND now i'm getting heckled

gloriousbodies

@oyavaski i think the funniest part of this is you thinking that this is fake because.....some of us are the same age and we have normal tumblr names i guess lmao????

handweavers

never thought i'd get accused of faking having a mice infestation for tumblr clout and yet here we are

eldriitchmurmurs

you fucked those mice yourself

handweavers

I fucked those mice myself

pansyfemme

i am here to prove that you can be a hairy bearded man with a big belly and still be cuteness

rimonoroni2

the thing about giving up is that it isn’t permanent. one must give up like twice a week in order to keep going

cntrvls

in a very princess gwen time in my life right now...

#the monkees

noseances

a micky for your troubles

#the monkees

jamqyu

new pov 📸😋 (based on my last post!)

#dispatch

troutreznor

https://blinkies.cafe

pavitraprabhakars

when daddy comes in he carries you to bed is there anything you feel like you could eat pokey? anything at all? all you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside and he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. mother says hell I don’t know further north I’d guess the next morning you wake up in your bed and sit up mother says, Pete, I think she’s up he hollers in you ready for breakfast pokey then he comes in grinning still in his work clothes from the night before he’s holding a farm bushel the plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt if you stacked them up they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night he says your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy fort smith, arkansas found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums and I says buddy i got a little girl sick back in texas she’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do its when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise the skin is still warm from riding in the sun in daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin and you snap out of it or are snapped out of it never again will you lay a hand against yourself not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you so long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world though in love portions are never stingy there are no smidgens or pinches only rolling abundance that’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand you don’t earn it its given