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just recieved the worst jumpscare of my life hold on
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nullbarkangie · 3 months
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Zen =3
Golden Path Zen
All roads lead to the golden path.
The traveler walks the path next to a lake. It’s dark out and only the light of the path, and the light of a small boat illuminate the area. On the boat a three-eyed crow dances a peculiar dance. “Little bird,” yells the traveler “ Might I one day boogie like you do?”
“Categorically Impossible!” the crow retorts. “I’M Boogie Lo Maniac!”
All roads lead to the golden path.
The traveler meets a peddler and a merchant, under a large fruit tree. The peddler offers fruit that has just ripened. The merchant offers a fruit that has yet to ripen. They both smile their wicked smiles and advertise for their fruit. “If you buy my fruit, you will have brilliant success.” The peddler lies. “If you buy my fruit, you will have guaranteed success!” The merchant lies.
“I don't have any money.”
All roads lead to the golden path.
The traveler walks next to a plateau. He is at the bottom, and is looking up. Various figures are climbing down. Some fall to their death. They are attempting to enter a cave. The traveler is passing a man at the bottom. “What's in that cave?” Asks the traveler. “Ah, it’s just the key to truth and happiness.” Replies the climber. “Why aren't you climbing?”
“I’m afraid of heights.” He shrugs.
All roads lead to the golden path.
Mad Mind Zen
A lady lays on a rocking chair holding a fishing rod. A small whirlpool in front of her spins perpetually. She throws in the hook. She pulls out a marble. She brings it up to her face, sniffs it, and licks it. She nods to herself and places the marble into a bowl filled with others. She does this again but once she licks the next marble she frowns and throws it back into the whirlpool.
An imp wearing a uniform marches around a large crystal. It babbles angrily about its hatred and disdain for sunlight, flowers, worms, chocolate, apples, the military-industrial complex, reality television, candy corn, and the concept of conversation. The crystal attempts to reply. “HOW DARE YOU!” It screeches. “See, this is why I don't like talking to you. You never let me finish talking. It's like you're obsessed with the sound of your own voice. I start saying something succinct and erudite, and YOU feel that BARBARIC urge to interject with your corrupted opinions. Learning when to keep silent is an essential skill in life you know? Not everyone will want to hear the vomit that comes out of your mouth. Some of us have actual problems to deal with, that don't involve catering to your every impulse! Speaking of which, you can be ridiculously impulsive! Constantly vibrating about like you own the place! Unbelievable! You should be more grateful towards me. I take time out of my day to tell you what's what about everything. Have some appreciation!”
“Right.” Vibrates the crystal.
A six-legged dragon hound is climbing up a massive mountain. A rain of swords is falling from the skies bouncing off its scales and leaving little cuts. It carries on. Rocks fall and bump it on the head. Leaving bruised and annoyed. It carries on. A giant claw approaches from out of nowhere. It panics, climbs faster, and tries to get away. It fails and the claw draws closer. It reaches out with two of its claws and attempts to claw it away. This causes the giant claw to pause for a moment before it lightly scratches the hound and vanishes into the aether. The hound reaches a ledge and finds a cloaked man making smores at a campfire.
“Jack, please stop inviting me here. You know how much I hate tuesdays.”
Endless Chaos Zen
Lost sword faces foe
Strikes down daemons one by one
Silver sword, red soil
Heart and soul, blood and bone, a sacrifice.
Heresy heresy! Burn the sinner!
Song and dance, feast or famine, free’d from vice
Blasphemy Burned our lord is the winner!
Taste heaven! Wake-up in sword-paradise!
Heart, a sword.
Mind, a sharper sword.
Soul, ax to chop off your head.
Unity, daemon of malice and hate.
Burn heaven.
Burn glory.
Burn…
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senseifarm · 4 months
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Its nice that you can reblog your own posts. Look how funny I was back then.
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m-a-r-v-e-l-ous · 5 months
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Pretty sure my mom was just spying on me and saw me vaping. I’m 27. This should not be a problem.
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hypnogamma · 9 months
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attempted study/mimicking of Nagabe's background style
please check out the artist's work! it's phenomenal
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jlf23tumble · 11 months
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I was tagged by @homosociallyyours in this one, and I love a good narse exercise, let’s gooooo!
Favorite colors: Green, in any and all of her forms, tbh, even when green bleeds into teal, I’m with her! (For real, though, ANY color, my god, am I sick of the gray, white, and beige brigade)
Song stuck in my head: Arctic Monkeys, “The Ultracheese,” the entire ALBUM takes me out, but this song? ...what a death i died writing that song, start to finish with you looking on, it stays between us, steinway, and his sons cause it’s the ultracheese, HELP, IT IS NOTTTTTT
Last song I listened to: Childish Gambino, “Sweatpants”
3 favorite foods: Rainier cherries, the sharpiest sharp cheddar cheese, low-sodium wheat thins (all of them go together, and I want all of them right now, goddammit)
Last thing I googled: Current exhibition at the Vincent Price art museum that’s not too far from here
Dream trip: Get my ass to Europe and/or South America and let me stay for a good 3 months or so, let me connect with friends who are already there and fly in friends who aren’t, let’s all explore every city on my wish list of places and people I need to see
Anything I want right now: I am the meme of wanting a good, strong coffee and, like, $3 million in cold hard cash at pretty much any given moment, but given that it’s 9:21 pm, I could use a good solid 8 hours of sleep, too
I’m tagging anyone who sees this, just tag me back so I can see and gawk and comment and applaud!
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starfinss · 11 months
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I accidentally just posted an unformatted, unedited draft instead of saving it to drafts and if you saw that no you didn’t.
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crossoverbaps · 1 year
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The Disgustoid and the Troll Part 1
One morning, Festro, Fart, and Slog were sitting on the couch together, Dingle was curled up on Festro's lap like a small dog. They were watching TV together, but Gweelok was sitting near a corner, sighing to himself.
"Are you okay?" Fart asked.
"Yeah… Just thinking…" Gweelok muttered.
 "About what?" Fart continued.
"Nothing." Gweelok lied. Fart shrugged his shoulders a little and went back to watching TV with his other roommates.
The truth was, Gweelok was remembering Jerry the Troll King. He was selfish and mean, but after Gweelok left him, he eventually remembered him and his dances fondly again and he felt Jerry may have cared for Gweelok deep down and perhaps some of his words were true.
What am I saying, he was a liar through and through! Gweelok scowled. He tried to take my bros away from me!
But maybe there was a reason for it, perhaps he was lonely or-
Shut up, even if that was true, it's still no excuse!" Gweelok's spiteful thoughts continued. But it was my fault too. It's what I asked for…
“What’s going on?! Earth to Gweelok!” Festro snapped his fingers.
“Oh, hey Festro…” Gweelok groaned.
“You’ve been like this for a while.” Festro commented. “Are you okay?” “Yeah… Just fine…” Gweelok forced himself to say.
“Okay, come on, it’s your favorite show.” Festro told Gweelok.
“After I… Use the little Disgustoid’s room.” Gweelok blushed sheepishly then hopped away. When he went into the bathroom, he simply looked in the mirror and splashed his face. “I wish Jerry would be here…” Gweelok knew he was going to regret the next words so he tried hard to suppress them. “Li…Liter… Literal-” “Blah blah blah blah!” Gweelok heard a Dingle grumble.
“Oh, I’m finishing up! Sorry!” Gweelok opened the door and Dingle rushed inside. Then Gweelok started dancing. “Oh, I didn’t account for actually having to go!” He hopped away and went to the surface world, hoping to find a portapotty or a bush up there.
He eventually returned with a relaxed look on his face, but when he made it, he saw Festro, Fart, Slog, and Dingle looking at him rather angrily.
“What?” Gweelok asked.
“We’re disappointed in you, Gweelok.” Festro glared.
“For what?” Gweelok shuddered.
“That… You didn’t invite us on your next adventure!” Festro frowned. Gweelok laughed from nervousness but also relief. “But we forgive you, right boys?” Fart asked the others. They nodded.
“For a moment there I thought my wish came-” Gweelok then saw a flash as he heard a sick beat. “No… It can’t be!” “Guess who’s reappeared, you guessed right my dear!” A familiar British voice sang.
“I didn’t mean to wish you back!” Gweelok gasped.
“Oh yes you did, don’t lie, my lad.” Jerry smirked. “And now we will dance once again, I knew you didn’t want me gone back then.” “Well, I technically didn’t finish it so- Wait, forget the song!” Gweelok glared. “You weren’t supposed to come back!” “But you wished for it didn’t you? Even if you didn’t finish the wish I could tell you really meant it.” Jerry smiled dreamily. “And I have a gift for you.” “I don’t want your silly legs!” Gweelok retorted. “What? Why not?” Jerry scoffed.
“You kidnapped my friends and tried to keep them from me!” Gweelok crossed his arms, his only limbs.
“Only because you asked me to.” Jerry crossed his arms as well and turned up his crooked nose.
“Well, I never expected it to actually come true! And I won’t let you take them this time!” Gweelok stood in front of them. 
“Should we run?” Slog asked.
“Maybe, but what about Gweelok?” Fart asked.
“I kind of want to see how this goes.” Festro argued as he ate some popcorn from a bag, Slog went over to eat some as well as Fart facepalmed.
“Why don’t you just go home?!” Gweelok shouted at Jerry.
“I would if I could, if you’re going to act like that.” Jerry answered. “But it took me ten minutes to get here and now I can’t return!” “WHAT?!” The Disgustoids gasped.
“So, I’m going to be stuck here for a while.” Jerry scowled then went over to the couch to sit on it. “Might as well make the most of it.
“You really did it this time.” Festro pointed at a shameful and sweaty Gweelok as he and the others glared at him.
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turtlepowerriiise · 1 year
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its been at least a week since i watched the episode where peter died and i still cant make myself watch past it. i am not strong enough.
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Anyway shoutout to me for giving myself hypothermia again on purpose so I knew how long someone would have to be out in the rain to get it 😂
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realbigpodcastslut · 1 year
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everyone has polls but me :(
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I need to use smaller canvas sizes like wtf is this
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you ask me if i built this prison / i insist they did most of the work / nobody has the key
i can hear them dancing / you sit with me / the bars shake but that's all
you talk of running away together / but the lock / life sapped by the permafrost
goodnight twice instead of anything remotely final / i tell you - go / but you don't listen and
maybe if i cry enough / grieve enough / the salt will crush the structure
and i'll never know doubt / again / only you
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sawruhh · 2 years
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We finallyyyy hosted our very first mocktail night and it was wildly successful 🥹 I meannnn candles lit, music was poppin (everyone loved my playlist), the drinks were so good (apple elderberry, raspberry lemon honey, ginger lemon blueberry), they loved the food. I thought they’d leave around 10 but everyone stayed till midnight and I loveeee hosting so much. Also when I went to Jordan’s yesterday I brought him ten cookies and he said he finished all of them today 🥹🥹🥹 I also had the girls try some of them today and they absolutely loved them so I’m thinking of making little care packages for finals or something with cookies and some other lil self care trinkets. I love who I’ve been able to become because of people like them 🧡 Probably one of the best days I’ve had out here!! Obvs I’ve never had a sip of alcohol in my life and I don’t ever intend to do the fact that these girls (who do drink occasionally) were so excited and came over with mocktail ingredients and also talked about how they want to really cut down on drinking just made me so happy
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fnalguy · 2 years
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anyway here's a little something I've been working on
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cosmictequila · 2 years
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leaving for nyc at 6 am tomorrow. to see my chemical romance in person with my own two eyes
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