Month: April 2017

sockrelatedchaos:

yugihell:

I am instituting a new rule. If you ever make anything for/inspired by me, I definitely will want to see it. So given that tumblr shows a complete inability to consistently notify about tagged posts, please message me a link. Even if it’s:

[link] *screams and runs away*

Because I always, always want to see it, you will not bother me, and apparently we’re going to just have to work around this hellsite.

If you tag me in anything and I don’t at least ❤like it, I haven’t seen it and you should link me.

simonbitdiddle:

aprilwitching:

glumshoe:

I had a very David Lynch-inspired dream… I was offered a cup of coffee by A Mysterious Entity that I remember nothing about, and was pleasantly surprised by the flavor.

“Funny,” I said. “I don’t usually drink my coffee black, but this isn’t bad.”

The Entity began to laugh. “That’s not coffee you’re drinking,” it said, darkly.

I paused with the mug to my lips as horror slowly dawned on me. Then something inside my head shrugged, said ‘fuck it’, and tipped the mug back. I did not blink or break eye contact with The Entity as I slowly chugged whatever nightmarish substance it had given me.

There was an awkward silence, and The Entity cleared its throat uncomfortably.

#when the eldritch fucks with you you fuck with it right back

That’s the thing about the immortal, eldrich, and mystical… They can only fuck with you so much before you’re either broken or unfun, and even if they don’t screw you up, you’re not going back to your normal life after seeing a bit beyond your normal.

elkian:

as fun as the ‘do you understand the meaning of undercover’-Blackwatch!McCree jokes are, here’s another thought:

Jesse McCree is an urban legend. Jesse McCree (and/or whatever name he was known by in Deadlock) is dead. Nobody got out of Deadlock and escaped jailtime alive. Jesse McCree can’t exist. And Blackwatch, obviously, also does not exist.

Jesse McCree in a Deadlock beltbuckle and 3′’ heels, in an all-black cowboy outfit in the middle of London, is refuge in audacity (if you’re familiar with “THE BUTTS MATCH” you know what I’m getting at). He doesn’t need to hide because he can’t reasonably be recognized. If you say “I saw Jesse McCree in all black and a cowboy hat and a fucking Deadlock insignia in the middle of King’s Row during the Null Sector crisis” you’re gonna be laughed at, at best.