My entry for @scrrunchi DTIYS on insta 💀✨ Nico is Angelo💀
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izzy's playlists!
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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My entry for @scrrunchi DTIYS on insta 💀✨ Nico is Angelo💀
I understand the desire to ship but "we would find each other in every universe...as coworkers" is an insanely funny concept to me I'm sorry.
Nicos Camp Jupiter outfit? I know thats not canon leave me alone.
Poetry
These are some of the smaller bits of poetry I've made in the past.
A voice of the dead calls, once frozen ice falls, breaking past these walls, deep inside of me.
A life-taking wave mauls, the broken sky itself squalls, echoing in empty halls, far across the sea.
Two storm clouds meet, a terrifyingly loud feat, this tragety won't be beat, ripping me apart.
Calm and resolved, take a seat, the waves calm, soft and neat, sunbeams come, bringing heat, to heal a fractured heart.
Once the wind blew, whistling through the trees.
Once the wind grew, expanding from a breeze.
Once the wind sung, and the forest then repeated.
Once the wind rung, and it was sorely needed.
Once the wind stayed, heeding my desperate call.
Once the wind payed, trapped here for us all.
If you were to ride,
On your dreams to the ocean,
When would your dreams sink?
If you shot a wish,
Flying through the midnight sky,
Are you the monster?
If you cried empty,
Vacant of wishes and dreams,
Who's to blame but you?
If I were
If I were to have been a bird, free and high and wild, would I have a screaming cry, or a song so mild?
If I were to have been a wolf, running fast and far, would I have had fur silver and long, or fur as black as tar?
If I were to have been a man, crying loud since birth, would I possess a gun for war, or try for peace on earth?
I was simply born as me, shy and plain and quiet, but I can write my days away, and have a peaceful riot.
A day since past
Once upon a day since past,
I sang a quiet song,
A darkness that will never last,
Showing all that's wrong.
I sang a quiet song,
On that fateful day,
Showing all that's wrong,
And yet it's here to stay.
On that fateful day,
The shadow clouded me,
And yet it's here to stay,
Blinding all you see.
That shadow clouded me,
Once upon a day since past,
Blinding all you see,
A darkness that will never last.
Red River
Far away, long ago, where the poppies used to grow, there's a stream the flows in red, twisting, winding, down the bed.
I used to go there, but no more, for, you see, I'm too poor, too old, too weak, growing small, soon I won't be here at all.
So, dear child, please, for me, would you please go down and see, the river, winding scarlet still, I will rest, I surely will.
If I weren't stuck in a jar,
If I were to be a star,
If I saw the world from far,
If the sea was dark as tar,
It would be my end.
I am stuck here in this urn,
I don't twinkle, but I yearn,
I can only sit and learn,
I am such a big concern,
I just need a friend.
An ode to Crimeapple
Pinapples aren't kind,
Never trust Crimeapple please,
They will commit crimes.
Sisterhood, it shines like gold, it sparkles in the sun
You could survive without the glint, but then it's much less fun.
Jotting down a little note can help a future you.
When your life has cloudy days, your past will help you through.
Art is made by loving hands, persistant through all strife.
Gaze around your beauty within, and bring your dreams to life.
Hope you enjoyed them!
I made more fanart
Yep, I'm obsessed.
So... I did a thing.
I'm not obsessed, I'm just... Very involved suddenly.
Also, I didn't want to find my good art supplies, so I used crappy ones in my art bin, so some colors are off.
@littlecrittereli
Help I'm so tired
So... I stayed up until 4 AM last night reading the entirety of Reprogrammed and Decoded by @littlecrittereli . Wonderful works of art, very angsty, (I cried for most of the time I was reading), and a really cool spin on the show that obsessed me when I was younger, (And still obsesses me now). I highly encourage you to go read it, as long as you don't mind a bit of swearing and a LOT of angst.
Also, decided to post a couple headcannons that have been floating in my brain since last night (Spoilersish ahead).
1 - Chris not only has burn scars on his chest, but on his hands from the gloves.
2 - Carmen routinely calls Martin when Ramona isn't paying attention.
3 - Chris has become so attached to lettuce that he needs him to fall asleep is Martin isn't there.
4 - Aviva and Zach are communicating, and Zach seems to genuinely enjoy running his business and doing good.
5 - After the events of Decoded, everyone is in group therapy.
May add more in the future, I'm "not obsessed".
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.
I had a vision
KEYCHAINS
Guys. Guys. Behold. My children.
@avaetin Thank you so much! They're perfect and even better in real life!