On Hoping For The Worst Everything Falling Apart, John Tottenham // Welcome To Night Vale, Joseph Fink

OC fact swap: Kenny, the main character of my WIP Lucidity, has the ability to travel to alternate dimensions through her dreams.

Oh, she sounds fantastic! I wish I could do that ;). Tungsten, the main character of Elemtary, has magic en knows a spell to lure memories from objects.

Tag Yourself: Waterways Edition I know this meme is dead, but I enjoy shitposting. For left to right: Imanol, Kalliope, Josepe, Paco, Mikel, Alba, Dores, Peuk and Captain. 

Vincent van Gogh - letters; Oscar Wilde - De Profundis; Tom Schulman - Dead Poets Societ).  

You all have such lovely Noah’s! I would like to join your Noah squad, if possible! Here’s some info on my Noah: * 12 years old * Blond hair sticking up in weird directions and grey eyes. He has a yellow raincoat that he likes wearing and a black backpack with a never ending collection of rope, sketchbooks, broken pencils, gum, paperclips, a slingshot, old cookies and change. * Always running * Loves trainstations because they are full of colors and smells and people and noise and life. * Only child * Befriends a twenty-something art student by running into him, toppling him over and almost destroying his latest painting * Can be very serious and mature for his age * Can also be very silly * Firmly believes that popcorn and crips should be eaten together, at the same time

I see you also have a Noah! What's your Noah like??

Yes! Welcome to the Noah Support Squad, t-shirts pending.

Noah Ramsey Facts:

18 years old

ISTJ, Gryffindor, Scorpio, etc. etc.

Light brown skin, dark brown hair, splotchy freckles that get more prominent every time the writer mentions them

Enjoys running

Majoring in exercise science

May or may not have killed his powerful, magically gifted grandmother

As a result, is cursed with messed-up magic - his mind sometimes decides to astral project without his body’s consent

Full of sarcasm

Rolls his eyes so much that they’ll probably get stuck that way

T1 diabetic

Twin to August Ramsey (he’s the younger twin, please don’t remind him)

Stubbornly independent

Follows the rules

Threatens to murder someone on a regular basis (though the thought of actually hurting anyone makes him sick)

Tries his best, but doesn’t know how to people sometimes

Please tell me about your Noah!!

My battery is low... 

Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'

To no response.

She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.

Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.

She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.

...and it's getting dark

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

I’m sorry this took so long! Here’s to the bard Hedorim Tolmish, by @hawkeyesout-punks. I hope it was worth the wait!

Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

Here’s to two ice cold lovers, by @elephantsneedwater. I hope you like these! Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the 7th line, share 7 sentences and tag 7 more writer-blogs to continue the challenge. 

Thanks for tagging me, @sancta-silje!

From Elementary: Maybe it was magic that triggered the memories. Walls sprung from the ground like weeds, kitchentools growing against them as fungi. A chair rose beneath him and suddenly his legs were too short to touch the ground. 'Your mother and I need to tell you something.' Eight years old: his father in front of him, kneeling so their eyes met, seemed bigger and stronger than he'd ever be. He gave his mother a quick look. She smiled with her lips tightly closed.

I’m tagging @fragrant-stars, @a-getaway-car, @greenhousewriting, @temporarysentences, @pixel-letters, @theimpossiblescheme and @hawkeyesout-punks.

kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver