Things I should be proud of: Good health, good relationships, academic progress.
Things I am proud of: My collection of hundreds of precious often flawless gems which I have hurled into a trough in the house in windhelm on Skyrim.
HEY GUYS MY NAME IS ACE AND I HAVE A MESSAGE TO YOU
SO YOU MAY REMEMBER A WHILE BACK WHEN I ALMOST LOST MY HOUSE BECAUSE OF MONEY ISSUES? WELL YEP THATS A THING AGAIN
quick overview: my house (the Ninja Clan) is a safe house for all the kids who can make it here. we don’t turn anyone down and don’t ask for anything in return. if i lose my house, tons of kids will lose a home/ a safe place to be/ an escape. don’t donate for me, donate for the people who need safety.
last time the post got over 100 notes but only 2 people donated. fuck that. i appreciate spreading this notice but PLEASE also donate. $5 can go a long way. donate please help me we have until sunday, october 26th!!!!!!
Literally, Ace’s house is a fucking amazing place. Everyone is welcome, at any time, and his dad is super fucking nice and adorable. He also works really hard and they’ve been there for years. Please please help donate.
i am willing to write for anyone that donates! just use your url on gofundme when you donate, have ace tell me about it, and ill write for you.
i keep reading all these headcanons about human!impala (dark-haired dude with green eyes, vixen in long black dress, etc.) and not one of them sticks because all i can image is a big, muscly black guy in his late 30s dressed head-to-toe in black leather that refuses to be called anything but ‘Baby’ by an alarmed yet aroused dean winchester
hello is this necromancy done cheap?? i’d like to lodge a complaint, i ordered the blade of woe and was delivered a blade of whoa. now my ritual sacrifices are smoking all my weed and getting super invested in keanu reeves movies
i dreamed the beginning of what could be a sorta interesting take on the zombie genre. i’m not gonna write it, tho, so i might as well tumblr it.
it was a virus that came from mice. i think it was a mutation of rabies. patient zero was a grad student studying animal behavior; she was testing whether tolerance of humans could be learned by observation. she had a batch of wild mice she’d hand-raised, and another batch of the same species recently caught as adults, and let the second group observe the first group get food and pettins, and documented how long it took the second group to be willing to take food from her. at least, that was the idea, but the wild-caught mice started eating each other, and when she tried to put them in separate containers she got bitten. and within hours she was ripping her friends’ faces off.
and then it was revealed that this had happened in 1928, in a small desert town. the town was wiped out, but zombies aren’t great at operating motor vehicles, most people didn’t really keep in touch with the rest of the world via phone or anything, and there was no interstate highway system yet, so the infection didn’t get out. by the time anyone investigated, the zombies had dessicated into a torpor state and were indistinguishable from their victims. they were bulldozed into a mass grave and forgotten.
then in modern times, one of those history/archaeology reality shows digs up the mass grave, investigating what really killed the town of whatever-it-was — a bad strain of influenza, as the official story said, or something more sinister? — and some of the now-mostly-just-bones zombies get reconstituted and the epidemic is on.
our hero, the dead grad student, was not one of the ones that got woken up. she’s been experiencing some kind of almost like a shamanic trance this whole time, her spirit drifting around the desert learning things from ghosts. she was enjoying it, had made peace with what happened. but when this happens, she reanimates her body through sheer willpower. she’s no longer a zombie, exactly; she isn’t eating flesh to restore her semblance of life (these zombies are also a little like vampires, the more flesh they eat the more alive they look) so she’s still a skeleton, she’s just walking and talking by sheer ghost power. she manages to get a few of her friends — whom she killed and turned back when it started, but they’re not bitter — to join her in this wise skeleton ghost state, and together they try to stop the zombie plague that was unleashed from their graves.
i just came up with a plot for the skeleton war.
jesus christ. my subconscious is awesome.
inktober - ing it up with Star Control II page 5 . I’ve had the flu lately so if this looks funny…eh.
I love this game.
“Somehow it never occurred to my princess, whom I’d lovingly crafted into a tense, paranoid warlord, that she shouldn’t empty a box of mysterious mailcandy into her mouth. You would think studying poison and espionage would have saved me from this espionage poison, but instead, a list of other skills, skills I never studied, princess skills, were key to avoiding this fate. I guess that’s the lesson: you can’t build a successful Arya without adding a little Sansa.”