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drew the secret john from the new page

#homestuck replay #john egbert #he's a foolish fella #ready for japes and jokes abound #something like that #about to go down the chimney #like santa #but if santa delivered PRANKS!!!#unreality

Genuinly living in a fantasy world where there are no cars only trains and carriages I don't care don't look at me don't wake me up from this it's all I have

#i hate cars. their so tiny and cramoed and horrible #i hate the highway i hate roads #get me on a train i wanna see the world pass by i wanna be able to walk around #dustbunnies.txt #bring back the pony express too btw. i dont care if all my pacakages get shatterd on a horses caboose i want to belive in magic agaon ok #<that ones a joke ok i dont rhink its practical for long distance #but i want my local mail place to take out a horse and do their rounds with that guy. i will leave carrots in my mailbox for him #like santa

everyone be on the lookout,

two girls are stealing Trump signs from people's yards,

so do your part and leave out snacks

#like Santa #trump tw #politics #fck trump #snitches get stitches #lol

Driftwood, long and sturdy despite its wear, is laid at the feet of his bed. The branches that twist upwards, like lightning rods, are sanded into facsimiles of rearing stags and mustangs. It would look striking mounted on a wall, if you were the artistic sort. Fistfuls of cranberries are also underfoot, bright and fresh with the bogwater they were scooped from.

He was definitely not the artistic sort.

He didn’t find beauty in the mundane.

A tree was just a tree and a rock was just a rock and he was never capable of seeing any kind of image in the stars.

He probably wouldn’t have even noticed the driftwood if he hadn’t kicked it off the end of the bed when he rolled over. The thump and roll loud enough to thwart his effort of getting an arm over his bed partner; making him spring upwards into a sitting position.

Hopefully it didnt wake her up.

Carefully, so as not to disturb Chiari anymore than he probably already had, he crawled out of bed to see what had caused the ruckus; which was when he discovered the berries. Crushed underfoot like little wet eyeballs freshly stolen from their respective heads and laid out like an offering.

Although his eyes adjusted quickly in the dark; at first he thought the blunt object was an antler. Sanded and carved into an array of four legged beasts? It was too light to be carved of antler though.

Some kind of wood?

He would examine it better in the morning. With light and a sharp, rested mind. For now it would find a place on the bedside table, before he crawled back into bed and sought out the warmth he had been seeking in the first place; pulling himself in as close as possible.

The shit was getting weird.

#hmm #how do they keep getting in?#maybe it’s a ghost?#like Santa #watching #leaving gifts #answered

watching some movie called noelle with my parents & it's just started and this little girl says 'i wanna do what you do, dad!" and her dad santa says "you... want to be santa claus!?" and i thought YES! YES! and she said "phht no that's my brother's job" and i think COWARDS. ALL OF YOU BEHIND THIS MOVIE. COWARDS!!! COWARDS!!!!!!

#thinking about that tumblr post about a little girl who said she wanted to be santa claus and years later he had done it and looked just #like santa

sometimes I make myself laugh

#scrolling down my blog and having a jolly good time #like santa

"I've been keeping up with your travels," Cress cooed as Denver stepped into the room. She'd been good lately. Hardly any scheming. Her plots far between and few. Terra had been keeping her busy, admittedly, throwing her into the deep end of Gamemaking with barebones instructions: you'll learn as you go. Cress did nothing without precision, without excellence, and so she'd spent every waking moment that wasn't caring for Kya trying to get her footing, trying to prove that she was deserving of this.

Except, of course, for tonight.

Tonight, she was waiting in Denver's room, holding up the latest issue of TH3 T0MMY. "I'm glad he took a chance on you. Is it what you were looking for? You were so bereft then, searching for purpose -- for meaning."

@denverneumann