sleep tight... I'll join you soon, beloved.
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@solaceinabandonment
sleep tight... I'll join you soon, beloved.
(unfinished drawing XD)
I know some people are a bit confused on what order to read the bsd mangas and light novels, so i made a quick little chart to help out anyone that needs it
Should anyone need a bit more help, just ask and iâll try to explain as best I can!
@fishii28
WE WIN THESE
not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as âmy liegeâ would come strangely naturally
what mutual is prev
my liege lord
my loyal knight
my wise wizard
my evil advisor
my brother in arms
my lady muse
my wild mermaid friend
my fellow alchemist
my dashing rapscallion
my monstrous foe
could you maybe draw Higuchi pls? I really love your art! Your art style it's really pretty
hope u like it :> and thank u sm for the kind wordsđ
save me characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservationâŠ..characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation save meâŠâŠâŠ..
save me character who made an undeniably terrible decision but man i dont know what i would have done eitherâŠâŠâŠ
ultimately i just want to be an object that attract crows
"is this why you keep stealing people's gold fillings while they're asleep" no that's unrelated
Back when I was in forensic anthropology undergrad, one of my favorite units we did was on teeth. We received a mint tin full of teeth, and we had a plastic tray we taped a grid onto with a space for each tooth position, and then we had to use the wear patterns on the teeth and other factors to determine what position each tooth had held when it was in a person. Iâve always thought teeth were cool, when I was a kid and one of my silver-capped baby teeth fell out, I wore it around my neck as a pendant until I lost it somewhere, so I loved this unit.
At the time, I was also working at a pawn shop, and people would sometimes sell us teeth that had gold fillings, and one of the employees would remove the gold and then we were to dispose of the teeth, but I collected them in my own little tin at work to practice with(ethically-dubious, keeping peopleâs teeth without permission). One day, someone was at my desk and found my little tin of teeth and freaked out and threw them all away and I was very sad.
I also briefly worked as a dental assistant for a time, that was also fun, but I didnât get to keep any teeth.
this website just feels like home
This reminds me of the time I found a bag of teeth in my glovebox!
On break one day, hiding in my car as per usual, I innocently attempted to shove a handful of loose tip money in my glove compartment, i.e. a Later Me problem. However, when the door fell open, a bag of absolutely wretchéd (human?) teeth shamelessly presented itself with a hearty CLUNK as the drawer slammed open from the weight.
I contemplated the bag of teeth as it settled, gently clacking, telling me... something.
First thought: Well, of course there's a bag of teeth in my glove box. Not a modicum of shock. It felt... inevitable. Oh yeah, here's the teeth. The teeth compartment. There they are. A mysterious bag of (extremely filthy? HUMAN??) teeth is confusing and potentially threatening to most, sure. But I know who I am.
More importantly, I know who I'm married to.
Gathering up the precarious bag of (fake human? yes??) teeth, I sent my spouse this image and the following question:
Why is there a bag of teeth in my car
see u just can't get this shit on twitter
@douche-canoe-regatta But what was your spouse's reply??
@black-crested-jaybird GOOD QUESTION FRIEND
So there I sit, baking in my hot car, a bag of Somebody Else's Teeth on my lap, awaiting a reply from my spouse like an urgent telegram. Against all sense and propriety I open said bag and start fishing through my treasure, holding them up to the light like a jeweler for inspection.
The teeth (pleasantly cool in my sweaty palms) are upsettingly - and unquestionably - human. Heavy as pearls, hard as hell, slick as bone china. The base of each tooth is coated in a sticky red substance, which I scrape off to properly examine. Somewhere, the Law and Order theme is playing. Ice T shakes his head at my folly.
The phone, and my spouse, remain silent.
After a very thorough examination, I come to a comforting conclusion: these are, in fact, (almost) entirely fake human teeth, likely blanks to use as replacements for the unteethed. The red substance is apparently wax, possibly to sort and display said chompers. This does not at all explain why they are, again, in my fucking glove box.
The phone finally beeples, and I shove the handful of teeth in my jacket pocket: another Later Me problem. Right now, knowledge is paramount.
The first message is not enlightening.
Spouse: OH NOOOO YOU FOUND THEM
me: ????????????
Spouse: I'll explain when you get home
me: ??????!!!!!!!!
SPOILER ALERT: My spouse purchased the teeth at an estate sale for a dentist who'd recently passed. They happened to borrow my shitbox car that day and shoved the bag in the glove box to keep it hidden. A clear failure, as I don't know how you forget a bag of teeth in someone else's car, but that's not my mystery to solve.
It turns out my spouse had a plan for those teeth. And O! what a plan it was! You see, we'd recently purchased The Property: a strange house built by an unbelievably creepy (and now thankfully deceased) mechanic in the early 50s. Not fun creepy, like my bag of teeth. More "Why is there a hatch cut into your roof" or "What is that secret compartment for" and "Why are there printouts of police codes everywhere." This is important, because...
...The Spouse's plan was to take these teeth and hide them throughout The Property. The very large, multi-structure Property we'd barely explored. They swore up and down they would never have shared their provenance with me; it was intended I would find each tooth over the course of years, growing more frustrated and confused every time a molar showed up in the attic or garage or Hatch or any number of infinite hidey-holes we now possessed.
This was a great plan, for sure. 10/10. And it might have worked, if they could hold it together long enough to fool me (doubtful). But I don't think it would have, because after all:
They left a motherfucking bag of teeth in my car.
#plot didn't so much thicken as SOLIDIFY
Human relationships are not transactional but they are reciprocal, which I think many of you with your âi donât owe anyone anythingâ shtick are too happy to forget
Transactional: everything has to be exactly 50/50 all the time, pay me back for the ÂŁ5 sandwich or buy me something worth exactly ÂŁ5, I refuse to make an effort for you if thereâs nothing in it for me
Reciprocal: you were there for me when I needed help, and Iâm going to do the same for you, it doesnât matter if one of us needs more or is capable of less, because the point is not equivalent exchange but mutual care
If you stay up late to hang out with friends I donât think you should have to be tired in the morning. I think it should be a freebie
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Creepypasta characters were real, but nobody was afraid of them or treated them seriously anymore because they were all washed up and past their prime. Slenderman wore a wig and apparently got addicted to cocaine.
i cant just leave this gem in the comments
fixed it
Somewhere out there is an ancient tumblr post that I miss dearly and have no hope of ever finding again...
Without your help, you beautiful autistic blogger you!!!!
The post went like this:
"Rose" this, "rose" that, it's all "rose" with you people. Rose Homestuck, Rose DoctorWho, Rose Titanic! What about her:
It was a good post and I miss it. If you have access to this post, please notify me immediately.
Thank you!!!!
This is the best one
(in case anyone needs context, since i know there's a bunch of younguns who didn't even know the "It's gonna be May" meme... The song playing is NSync's song "It's Gonna Be Me", the guy in the mint green t-shirt is NSync member Lance Bass, and the guy in the pink hoodie is his husband Michael.)
I need to you all to know that the original caption for this is : âPOV your friend mispronounces a word once and now itâs a national holiday.â
if i cant learn to ride adult bike im killing myself
hwo does th.e wheels even stay uP this literally doesnt make sense. it shouldnt even be like th
what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck whAT THEF
JIEJIE I WILL NOT WEAR FUCKING KNEE PADS DO NOT TREAT ME LIKE A STUPID BABY
scripe my fjcgking knee
if youâre offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that iâm just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i donât need you to respond with âhey, sorry, i wasnât at the computer!â or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.
This also applies if youâre online and just donât want to or have the energy to deal with humans in the moment. Just because we have the ability to reply in real time does not mean we have the obligation.
im like a cat i drag the posts to ur doorstep and if ur not there itâs ok, the post will be on ur porch for later