Imagine your life not being consumed by fictional characters, or not even thinking about fictional characters in your daily life. What do people even do??

no literally, imagine mot spending every waking moment thinking of the hex girls from scooby doo and the witch's ghost, scooby doo and the legend of the vampire, what's new scooby doo, scooby doo mystery incorporated and scooby doo and guess who.

happy anniversary to IT chapter one what a perfect horror movie its a shame they never came out with a sequel but oh well!

OMG HOLY SHIT I DODNT EVEN REALOZE

sir, you cannot name your son “Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3”, we just won’t allow it

when did I post this

not really

Just finished crying

Crying again

ill take it from here cowards

The year is 2022. You’re driving home from work, wifey calls & asks you to get some diapers for the baby. You grab roses for her. Life’s good. She’s crying in the closet you forgot the diapers what’s she gonna do with roses idiot there’s shit everywhere this is why your parents never loved y

The year is 1351. You’re driving your ship home from work, wifey calls and sends you to the local store to get some rags as diapers for the baby. You grab a bouquet of flowers for her too. Life’s good. You both die from the plague

The year is 2020. You’re driving home in your tractor after voting for Trump, the man of your people. Your sister calls and asks you to get some diapers for the baby you bought from the Walmart parking lot last week. You steal roses for her on your way out. Life’s good

The year is 2068. You’re staring at the most beautiful stranger. She explains to you that she’s your wife. You have dimentia. You smile and take her hand as your grandchildren jump around the room. You’ve lived a good life. Suddenly you’re staring at the most beautiful stranger

Anyway I’m back on my bullshit

The year is 2019. Your fiancé just got you roses in your big house with 3 cars and 5 dogs. You did all this to tweet it with “We’re only 19, what are you doing with your life?” You got 5 retweets. He’s been buying roses instead of food for weeks. You can’t cook. You haven’t eaten in 3 days

The year is 2018. You’re scrolling through Tumblr and you see a post by none other than thebootydiaries. “Goals”, you think to yourself. Yes, this was it. What you’ve been waiting for. Your entire life has led up to this. Your fingers shake as you type your comment. “Goals.” You hit reblog as you’re trembling, the chair squeaking ever so slightly. “I can’t wait to forget diapers, and have dementia.” You sigh. “And buy a house, dogs, and cars. And…and…” goosebumps race through your entire body. “And get the plague.”

goals

For my daily routine!

contribution to @scrunchi​ ‘s latest DTIYS post

The original is so damn cute! I love it:

https://scrunchi.tumblr.com/post/655337043040272384/dtiys-maybe-post-this-here-too-if-you-wan-t-to

(and again I like my draft more than the result. Unfortunately a bit of ink leaked out at Eddie’s right hand q3q)

here, have some bi-ace solidarity

my favorite part about this is everyone tagging their ace/bi mutuals like "look!! it's us! it's you!!" target audience

stop being funnier than me on my own post

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

yeah i agree

reblog if its friday and you made it

Barely

i just got done washing dishes for fucking six hours and now i'm trapped in the car with my 21 year old sister (who i don't like) and she's playing DRIVERS LICENSE BY OLIVIA RODRIGO. (i think she's incredibly talented but her music just isn't my taste and i hear it 100 times a day bc of tiktok) we're sitting in the dq drive through so it's gonna take like another 30 minutes and OMG SHES SINGING NOW AND SHES TONE DEAF OMG IM GONNA END IT ALL OMG IM GONNA GET OUT AND WALK HOME EVEN THOUGB IM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN.

why're they both so fucking blind. like are you guys dumb? i'm in love with you both. you both know. you both said you didn't think you'd be interested in being poly. but then you BOTH go on to say how magical it was with just the three of us today. the cuddling and the fucking touching of every part of our bodies.

literally my girlfriend confirming she was okay with him being with us^

like i understand you guys aren't comfortable with a label, i'm not pushing you to do so. it's just frustrating bc neither of you are willing to fucking admit that you feel the same way as i do. and maybe i'm completely misreading this, maybe i'm in the wrong, but it really doesn't feel like i am

OMG THEYRE BOTH ALREADY TALKING ABOUT SETTING UP PLANS AGAIN IM GONNA LOOSE IT

It's getting bad again.

There is a terrible hollow inside me I don't want to feel or examine.

How to deal with it?

When you're so down.

Words aren't my strength anymore, I couldn't describe how I feel.

I want it to end, I want out.

I feel the ache in my chest. My heart is physically hurting. My throat is burning.

I'm almost gasping for breath.

Helplessness filling me. Emptiness, as though the whole world turned grey.

What's the point?

I am collapsing and I am not prepared to rise back.

I can feel the darkness crawling over me, stealing every remaining living part of me.

Every cell in my body is screaming for release, though the screams are left unheard, unwanted.

please he is so fucking attractive

Do y'all think when Eddie would lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, he would wish Richie would climb through his window? That he would hope every single night Richie would surprise him?

I think Eddie would beg and plead with the universe to put it in his best friend's head to sneak over. It would start after the first night when they were 9 years old and Richie snuck over, climbed the tree by Eddie’s window, and knocked on the window with that huge dopey grin on his face.

They would talk all night, giggling and trying to stay quiet. Richie would cuddle Eddie and neither spoke about it. It was just what they did when Richie laid in bed with Eddie, mindlessly playing with Eddie's hair or lightly rubbing Eddie’s arm.

Even at 17 years old he would still wish for Richie to crawl through that window that has gotten harder to climb through since Richie shot up like a weed.

I think Eddie would leave his window unlocked every night just in case. His mother would lock it every time she noticed it was unlocked and once she left his room, Eddie would scramble to the window to unlock it.

I think after Eddie finally moved away from Derry. He still did the same thing, only he didn't know why or who about. He would still leave his window unlocked, he would still stare at the ceiling begging the universe to make him sneak over. Only he would wonder to himself who that "he" is. Sometimes the mental image of glasses came to mind but it was quickly gone as soon as it came.

I think Eddie would still do this even through college. Even after marrying Myra. His wife getting so annoyed with him for leaving their home at risk for a break in. Never able to explain why he has to leave the window unlocked because even he doesn't know.