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elliskyle:
“if that ever happens… please, do let me know how did it all go down, yeah ?? i don’t know – find a way to communicate with me through the brainwaves, or what-have-you, straight from the ship itself… anything !!” now, she was just playing along, but the sentiment was still there. at this point, keeping a straight face seemed nearly impossible, so ellis did the only rational thing there was – she allowed the corners of her lips to curl upwards, “it’s usually the highway that does the trick for me, but trains sound just as good, i’m not even gonna lie,” a quick response, “but… what about an empty petrol station in the middle of the night ?? these tend to feel pretty surreal, too.”
“I promise that if I ever get abducted I’ll ask the aliens to come pick you up too. Just make sure you have snacks. You can’t take a roadtrip through space without snacks... and a killer playlist.” Tamsin smiled, then nodded along as Ellis spoke, “oh, yes! Bonus points if the station is literally in the middle of nowhere. Or laundromats. Oh, have you ever been in a school in the middle of the night when no one else is around? I highly recommend it... unless it’s trespassing. You don’t want to spend the night in jail because you decided to go ghost hunting on private property, I know.”
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Linden: You know what would be REAL disrespectful?
Linden: Buying a Hannukah sweater off the rack instead of letting me fuck you right up. ;)
Linden: Also, yeah, you're 100% good, honey.
Davy: I didn't buy this particular sweater, my mom made it for me.
Davy: But if you want to explain to Mrs. Morgenstern why her baby boy isn't wearing the sweater that she lovingly knitted for him, well....
Davy: It's your funeral I guess. 😂
Linden paused when they saw the other before approaching, “I love this,” they say, gesturing towards the other, “Where did you get it? Is it handmade? Or just well manufactured?” they ask curiously.
“You mean you don’t recognize your own handiwork?” Davy grinned, gesturing to the blue leather jacket that he was wearing. He didn’t usually dress to standout; on any other day he’d be wearing jeans and a band tee. But he was filming a music video that afternoon and the aforementioned garment was a part of his costume. He shrugged, “then again, I guess you do design for me on the regular, so I can see why you’d forget a project or two.”
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Dean: Nah, dude, you're fine.
Dean: Turn up with a dreidel and menorah and pretend you don't know anything about Christmas at all.
Dean: But then at the end of the night, captivate them with a beautiful rendition of Jingle Bells.
Dean: Leave them feeling distraught and confused.
Davy: So you're saying I should cast an illusion spell?
Davy: What if they have immunity???
editorstewart:
Adam frowns, “The algorithm is certainly mismanaged,” he says with a heavy sigh, “Until they de-platform those who are actually doing damage, I would keep my hopes at a minimum,” he notes with a shrug, “I expect you can at least be grateful for Patreon.”
“Yeah, there’s that... and brand deals, they keep me afloat. But I want it to be more than that, you know? I’m trying to build something here, something that will hopefully go beyond just YouTube. I want to do an AR game, or maybe a podcast. And I can’t do it if any chance I have to get my channel out there is squashed.” She let out a long, slow breath. Rosanna wasn’t usually one to air her complaints in the physical realm-- she was much more of a passive aggressive tweet kind of person-- but it was different when it had to do with her channel. The horror universe that she’d created was like her baby, and she was going to lash out if she felt it was in danger. “Anyway,” she continued, “thanks for letting me rant there. Is there anything you want to gripe about? You listened to me, so it’s only fair that I let you as well.”
elliskyle:
she didn’t space out, no. she was listening to whatever the other was saying; it was just the amount of information being thrown at her in such a short amount of time was making her feel a little bit overwhelmed. it wasn’t a bad thing – quite the opposite, actually – it was relatively nice to be around someone who talked for both of them, from time to time. “— if only he could do that now… – everyone would’ve been less of a grinch during christmas time, that’s for sure. just dump some cash on them, and everything’s fine,” ellis finally spoke up, looking over at the other, “i think i am going to need a little bit more of… whatever we’re having if you plan on telling me the story of rudolph the almost raging alcoholic reindeer, really.” she held onto her glass as if her life depended on it, knitting her brows together for a second, “is that the origin story of his red nose ?? did they decide it wasn’t just… pg enough, or something ??”
“Well, his red nose was a design choice for a department store, actually. See, this CEO wanted to save a buck by making their own coloring books instead of ordering them from another company like they did every other year, and they cooked up Rudolph as a kind selling point. Something you couldn’t get anywhere else, you know?” Puck poured her another glass as requested, taking note of how the attitude in the room seemed to shift. She sometimes forgot that she could be a bit much for people, especially when she launched into one of her ‘did you know...’ stories. The redhead took a breath, making a mental note to slow down so she didn’t overwhelm Ellis or send her into sensory overload. “His red nose made a lot of people think he was drunk, so he almost didn’t make it past that one year. But then the song came along, and the television special... so he became a sensation.
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Leia: i don't know
Leia: maybe? maybe not?
Leia: i could lend you one, i have two hidden somewhere
Davy: thnx, but i'm gonna have to pass.
Davy: you're so tiny, i don't think anything in your closet would ever fit me. 😆
Davy: i should probably just go to target.
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Leia: no...
Leia: i think your friend has overcooked them
cc: right. i guess my friend should throw them out
cc: and stick to eating cookie dough right out of the package bc let's be real...
cc: that's way better than the actual cookies.
“— kinda feel like i need to go outside, and be absorbed by fog, or something – become one with the creatures of the mist,” ellis grumbled out as she fiddled with the strings of her hoodie, “or… or… become the physical manifestation of the sound the highway makes in the distance. be my own liminal space…” trailing off, she finally resurfaced, poking her head out and squinting her eyes at the light coming from the windows, “— self care, you know ??”
“Yeah, I get it. Sometimes I go out into a field in the middle of the night, wave my arms around and scream ‘hey aliens, come abduct me!’ Hasn’t happened yet, but a girl can dream.” Tamsin nodded along as Ellis spoke, the corners of her mouth teasing a smile. She liked where this conversation was going. “It’s nice to meet someone who shares my appreciation of the in-between,” she replied, “but I prefer the distant sound of shunting trains to the highway.”
The importance of consent: a narrative.
Tamsin wasn’t trying to be a downer, she had just been feeling really lonely lately. She could usually deal with her family being the whole way across the country, but it got to her during the holidays. Tears filled her eyes as she ended the Skype call with her parents and sister, who gleefully showed her the Christmas tree and the huge batch of kolache they’d just baked. She hated that she was missing it all. “Sorry,” she apologized to the person next to her, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m probably killing your mood, aren’t I?”
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Davy: is it wrong to wear a hanukkah sweater to a xmas party?
Davy: like would it be disrespectful??
Davy: i'm not trying to be, it's just i don't have a lot of xmas stuff. :/
“I swear it’s like YouTube has it out specifically for horror channels. My last three uploads were demonetized and I had to jump through hoops to get my fanbase to actually see them. If it weren’t for Patreon, I don’t know where I’d be right now.” Rosanna sighed and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Well, here’s hoping that YouTube gets its act together in 2019.”
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CC: are sugar cookies supposed to be black & taste like charcoal??
CC: asking for a friend....