#tmacore

[ambersong-lilac-reblogs]

An anonymous friend has requested the Snack Generator to gift you a somewhat specific snack.

You have received a randomly generated snack.

Please enjoy this: Many doors cake

tMACOre

who sent me this hwat

[doccywhomst]

i just want a legitimate reason to print out a bunch of mysterious documents, put them in a manila folder, and send my friend a cryptic text message summoning them to a dingy little night cafe where we proceed to spread papers across the table, drink cold coffee, and eat hard bagels. is that too much to ask

[neriumdelusion]

maybe that’s what makes YOU human. i’m perfectly fine being an eldritch abomination thank you very much

[gucciguccigarbage]

Back on my bullshit wearing themed outfits to do deliveries!!! This time I'm Michael :)

[neriumdelusion]

So glad I’m an eldritch horror

[gucciguccigarbage]

POV Tim Stoker is going to bring you your groceries

[candy-penrose]

Currently reminiscing on that one time I went to New York with my friends on a school trip and it was so cool we had an AMAZING time and Yk trying nyc pizza was on the bucket list so we went to a rays pizza (I’m told it was great I don’t like pizza) AND WHEN WE WERE WALKING BACK THE WAY WE CAME.

there was a pile of wet and bloody clothes on the sidewalk.

WASNT THERE BEFORE

anyways all that to say Gotham’s really not the weirdest place in America

[jellydishes]

There is a small door in the one downstairs room of my parents' house. It used to open into a small room under the stairs that my brothers and I spent hours playing in, but since the downstairs has been renovated, it no longer does.

The door no longer opens at all.

The door no longer opens, except for the one time it did. When I was trying it out of old habit and older nostalgia. When it actually moved, and I could've fallen over from surprise, but instead leaned the other way to bend to see into that old room of delights and soft, warm memories.

Instead, I saw something else. Something long and thin and pointed, like a knife that smiles.

I closed the door, and went back upstairs.

That door has never opened, I tell my family, and that is what I want to believe.