Bad Person
Front Row or Quit
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west over water i rambled and paced
and the blood river raced like the sweat down my face
and the stadium roared and the warriors embraced
and the golden shore groaned
beneath the weight of my tastes and i blazed
in the last orange hours of the day
until the dust hazed and hid us away
(Source: vaarsuvius)
It was about 2pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Zeppelin was supposed to be napping. She wasn’t, because naps were boring, but the supposition was a key part of her plan. And her Plan (it really deserved a capital letter) was going to win her the Game.
Zeppelin had a lot of games, with different people. Some, mostly with her friends, were regular: hopscotch, Chutes and Ladders, even playing with dolls. Some games were boring-in-a-fun-way, like Count the Red Cars on the Long Drive to Bobby’s House. And some were just vitally important, like the nightly How Much Dessert.
But this Game was, at the moment, the most important of all. It was the Jumping on Dads Game, and Zeppelin had never, ever won it.
i am writing Megstiel to fend off some really silly anxiousness over my drawing. it took me a very long time to be able to write this well! with practice i can draw well!
i drew at least one good raptor! i really don’t draw and i’ve never taken a class! clearly i have some modicum of ability and also a style, despite never really drawing! this is good!
i’m 226 words into a double prompt for the “X Me” verse. i’ll finish it tomorrow
haha still haven’t finished “Tentacles” haha
shit
| me: | Shh. *closes your eyes like a corpse* |
| Lila: | what? |
| me: | shhh *puts pennies over your eyes* |
| me: | shhh *sets you on a funeral pyre* |
| me: | shhh *lights funeral pyre on fire* |
| me: | shhh *takes your ashes back to your family* |
Craze in ghostform
probably their trueform
apparently there is a brand of coffee in ye wild Madison and it is called Gay Coffee, and their tagline is “The gayest” and Craze would really like some so I gave the,m undead gay coffee
I was never going to write this scene. I planned not to. However, I wrote something else, and it kind of sucked. So I played around with something more in my element, and apparently that’s bucketloads of UST and suits. (Praise be to Chesh, and Lindsay, who are the lights of my life.)
interlude: measurements
Enjolras already knows this is a bad idea.
Enjolras is the pinnacle of failing to recognise when ideas aren’t strictly good, and even he knows that this is a bad one.
Yet he’s still here, standing downstairs, watching Grantaire walk towards him brandishing a tape measure.
enjolras/grantaire (somewhat explicit), jehan
(via mybelovedcheshire)