Masterweaver

professional-bird:

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT POPE FRANCIS IS SO FRIKKIN CHILL THAT IF AN ALIEN WALKED IN TO THE VATICAN HE WOULDN’T EVEN FREAK OUT HE’D JUST BE LIKE “SUP DUDE LETS GO GET YA SOME JESUS” 

…Wait, this is news? I honestly thought this was a given. People are people, no matter if they look human or waffle or octopus or otherwise.

nanashijones:

hopeology:

They delivered pizza for the trainees, today.

Lunchtime talk turns to the past, celebrity coverups and trials long gone. Someone mentions a lawyer that has “decided to get some tits.”

I almost choke on pepperoni and cheese.

"Certifiable" they say, this…

…This is one of those things that I want to say “I support you!” and comfort and have no idea how…

Online blog: “Most awkward pick-up lines, post ‘em if you got ‘em.”

Me: “…What the flarsh even qualifies as a pick-up line?!”

Money is the root of all evil, Reb Tevye

Motl the Cantor’s son (via bonmod)

The original verse is actually “The love of money is the root of all evil.” Big distinction to make.

From my dreams:

"Oh crud. I’ve got to go, go get them all."

I watched as Miss Wells hiked herself over the hedge, desperately looking down the night street. She returned back to me. “You, you stay right there, keep an eye out—”

"It’s fine Miss Wells!” I gestured back at the school. “They’re all in there! Nobody’s left—”

"Can’t risk it. If one of them gets drunk—I don’t know." She shuddered. "I’m going to go find them."

"At least check!" I could see the wild look in her blue eyes, the way her blonde curls were frizzing. "You’re panicking and you’re going to make a mistake, go in and—"

"I will never make a mistake,” she snapped. “Not again. Nobody must ever—”

"If you leave the school grounds, I will go outside and honk your car horn!"

She froze. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

"Come inside, Miss Wells. I talked them all out of it. The werewolves, the bugbears… they’re all here."

She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know?”

I smiled. “I figured out what I am, Miss Wells.”

"Really?"

"…You like me, right?"

"Of course." Mis Wells nodded. "I like all my students—oh, but now that I think of it, I was a bit more eager to place you. Maybe you’re a siren, or something hypnotic—"

"I’m the ordinary human, Miss Wells." I gripped her hand gently. "I’m the ordinary human who stumbles into the ghosts and goblin’s den, and doesn’t freak out or hate them all. I’m the one that tries to talk to them, that makes no demands he wouldn’t make of other people. I am the friend." I smiled. "Maybe a little bit naive, but I spent my time in that classroom getting to know everyone and convincing them not to go out for a halloween booze fest. There won’t be a Van Hellsing or a Dracula tonight, Miss Wells. Come back inside, okay?"

And then I woke up.

hopeology:

I used to endlessly pine after my lovers, dragging myself across burning coals for them.

Now I oak after them instead.

Hah, bad jokes and loneliness.

…I’m here, if you, uh, want to talk…

Here’s an idea: I’m going to try NaNoWriMo BUT! I’m going to ask for story advice from my Tumblr followers. Every day in November I’ll try to write 2000 words or so, post it up here, and… get replies on what I should modify, what should happen next, ETC. What do you all think? And would you mind me publishing said work for profit?

theclonethatgotaway:

((Story and art by: Joey Waggoner

Colors by: Kyleboy29da 

Commission info

Patreon ))

Just so you all know, I’m not claiming it.

Ladies and gentlemen, Modern USA.

Ladies and gentlemen, Modern USA.

I think that even just from reading your blog one can tell that you're a good person, like helping people and seeing people succeed, and also every one of the things Endark said. The only one of your "for all you know"s that is even plausible is the shock/gore one, which only seems unlikely. And even if it was you'd be keeping it to yourself so who cares? Point is, you reveal an awful lot of yourself on this blog and most (I did say most) of it are admirable character traits.
Anonymous

bonmod:

Thats the point: of course I am presenting myself in an artificially positive light to you all. Why would I take the time to write about my faults?

You are seeing me from my own biased point of view, and as long as your only contact with me is through this blog you will never see me through *your own* point of view, which is the most important one!

…I take time to write about my own faults. And ask people if I sound biased.