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I love Patroclus, I really vibe with the deeply depressing boredom he's found in the afterlife.
Joseph’s Machines
I spent like 15 hours on this.
*impressed slow clap*
This was ridiculously pleasing to read out loud.
This is a legitimately fine poem. I say so with my BA in English and Philosophy and my PhD. It’s DAMN HARD to write something like this. Be impressed, yo.
Transcript of poem in screenshot:
First the cracker batter baker bakes a cracker batter batch then the cracker batter mixer door will open and unlatch so the batter mixer nozzle can descend onto the patch where the cracker batter spreads out for the nozzle to attach.
When the cracker mixer nozzle sprays the cracker batter spray and the cracker batch emulsion lies a-soaking in its haze then the cracker batter mixer starts to stir up all the glaze that the final cracker stacker needs to lubricate the way.
Once the cracker stacker handle stacks the cracker batter squares then the cracker batter’s hardened into double stacks of pairs. Now the cracker separator breaks the crackers in the stackers so the wrappers on the stackers fit the finished stacking crackers. Then they’re distributed to Wal-Mart.
I forgot about this magnificent poem, and you probably did too. Here it is again.
I highly recommend trying to read it aloud, it feels delightful and is almost impossible.
Try reading it outloud. I dare you
the sun has no business tapping out at the tender hour of 5pm bitch i have depression
author: sorry I’m jumping on this bandwagon and writing a fic with the same premise as all these other fics
me, has read 500 fics like this one and is prepared to read 500 more: please never apologize for giving the people (me) what they (also me) want
WELL I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED FICS
AND I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED MORE
JUST TO READ ONE THOUSAND FICS WITH THE SAME
PREMISE AS THE ONES BEFORE
DADA DADA (DADA DADA)
DADA DADA (DADA DADA)
DADADUNdedeledeDUNdedeledeDUN
When I’m reading, well, you know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the one who’s reading your AU.
And when I’m finished, well, you know I’m gonna find
I’m gonna find another fic like that one too.
If you write soulmates, well, you know I’m gonna read
I’m gonna read that soulmate fic, that’s what I’ll do.
Then I’ll go back, I’ll go back to AO3
And I will search for soulmate fic the whole night through.
Honestly, this is one of the big reasons I read fanfic. I get to experience all these different facets and perspectives and interpretations of the same thing, explore every single idea connected to this story, I don’t have to choose, I get them all.
And I was just thinking about this this weekend, after reading probably the 1,000,000,000,000th fic of the same plot - when I’m reading it, when I’m inside, it doesn’t matter how many other times I’ve read this story or how different/same this is from those other fics - THIS one is the right one, THIS is the world I’m in, THIS is how the story is supposed to go.
Don’t ever let “Well someone else has already written this” EVER stop you. Even if you’ve done it before yourself - each fic is its own world and I want to read them all.
I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.
I NEEDED THIS SO BADLY
This. This everyday. I need this everyday.
this bitch empty
YEET
is there any temptation greater than being in the hardware store and seeing the place where they have all the little cards for the colours
as someone who works in the paint department of a hardware store i just wanna say that you are absolutely allowed (and ENCOURAGED!) to grab as many cards off the rack as you want so long as you don’t take more than one or two of each colour (they are free for customers but the store only gets so many at a time so please don’t just walk off with our ENTIRE supply of SW 7587 Antique Red cards)
That’s too specific. Have people been stealing the SW 7587 Antique Red cards in droves lately?
legally i am not allowed to comment
I’m too cheap to actually buy paint so I’ve been going to every hardware store in collecting all the SW 7587 antique red cards and gluing them to my walls
YOU!!!!!! YOU ARE MY ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s back
He either said all that very quickly or the slap occurred very slowly
batman explains anarchism while slapping robin 5 times
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.
when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
However you think this story will end is wrong
something about this pic makes me feel so much
it makes me think of all the ppl i dont talk to anymore that i miss talking to and then i wonder if i’ll ever re-meet any of them so we can try again