drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree
its pitch black outside, and freezing cold. I think ill climb a tree tomorrow
you climb that fuckin tree right now
I’ve literally never seen this post on my dash when it is not after dark and cold as balls. I’m beginning to think this is a conspiracy to get us eaten by some nocturnal tree demon.
everybody put in the tags at what time you saw this
Writer A: “I’ve fleshed this character out to the point where they’re more real then I am. I know everything about them, including their blood type, their thirty-first favorite song, what they did for their sixth birthday, and which brand of apples they prefer.”
Writer B: “This character exists as a full person in my head, but I know absolutely nothing about them. Once I forced them to talk about themselves, and they simultaneous lied about their past and told me accurate trivia facts I don’t remember learning.”
May I suggest Writer C:
This character goes through phases like the moon. Their hair and eye color shift every week. Their hobbies? Every hour. ‘When did you become an expert chef? Why are you watching soap operas? Weren’t you taller yesterday?’ you ask them. The character smiles sweetly, acquires a new catchphrase, and flips you off.
Writer D: “I only ever created you as a throwaway. Where did you get all this personality from? What is your great-grandmother doing here? Exactly WHY does everyone in the known galaxy groan whenever you say “trust me”? Put down those murder ducklings, I’m talking to you!”
Writer E: “I have so many well-developed characters and I’m proud of them all, they are my children but hOLY FUCK DO I NEED TO STOP ACCIDENTALLY FAVORING LIKE 3 OF YOU WHEN I HAVE LIKE 30 OTHERS.”
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home My heart’s an autoclave My heart’s an autoclave
Penhales 