Your Dash Has Been BATFLIED

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me, at 2 pm, when the stores are open: you don't have any little treats in the house. if you want a little treat later, you have to go to the store and buy one now.

me: *does not go to the store*

me, at 9 pm, when the stores are closed: tweat? 🥺 no tweats for me? 🥺🥺 cries 🥺 cries for one thousand years 🥺🥺🥺

Memory foam? Nah son, my mattress is made out of memory loam. The rich, soft earth that never forgets who has once tread upon it.

I mean yeah I sleep face-down in the dirt. Why do you care.

My favorite character interpretation for both Jonathan Sims and pre distortion Michael Shelley is that they’re a little odd in general even without all the fear entity stuff.

Jon stares just a little too long when makes conversation. Michael moves in a sudden jerky way that would remind most people of a spider moving its legs. Jon always looks a little too…stiff. Like he’s a porcelain doll sat against the chair instead of a man. Michael never walks flat on feet, he noticeably puts his weight on either on his heels or his toes.

Jon’s eye, hair, and clothing colors always look a bit dull somehow. Like someone drew him and then turned the contrast down. Michael’s fingers and toes are noticeably long and quite a few people have told him that he has the longest fingers/toes they’ve ever seen.

I could pretend this headcanon is profound commentary on their humanity, but honestly I’m just very fond of viewing Jon and Michael as cryptid adjacent.

Agates carved into orange slices by wutong_crystal_carvings.

Source: x

🔪 knife stop 🔪

Take a knife or two to complete any tasks you need to finish soon. Reblog to give your mutuals a knife for any group projects you may be working on

kittens conversation:

hey we are all really small do you want to sleep in a pile

other kittens: yeah

cannot relate to people who don't feel trapped in their own brain we are simply too different. "your brain is you" ummm no it's not? my brain is a warden enforcing my punishment for a crime i never committed and it keeps slamming its baton against the bars of my enclosure to rattle me

EEPY.

She looks very cute, but I am giving up on this piece I’m afraid-