Erin - 23 - Virgo - Wiccan - Writer - Cosplayer - Genderqueer.
I don't bite, I promise. Posts include Dreamworks, photography, artwork, witty things, nightblogging, wolves, fanfiction, cosplay, Pokemon, Animal Crossing and other things. Occasionally NSFW but it will be tagged as such. Occasionally personal things, which will also be tagged as such.
You should be warned that I post a LOT of How to Train Your Dragon and Rise of the Guardians...and a lot of HiJack. I do, however, tag it all if you'd like to blacklist it.
A lot of people are posting about Five Nights at Freddy’s but I think we’re all missing the most fucked up part of this God Forsaken game.
For 5 nights of work, six hours each, with a job description that basically amounts to “Don’t die at the hands of a bunch of deranged Chuck E Cheese character knock offs”
They pay you $120
For the most stressful, life-threatening 30 hours of your life
They pay you one hundred and twenty dollars
You are making four dollars an hour
we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
this post is really important
my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen
me: but its dark and scary
GOD I LOVE IT.
No seriously. I was so bummed out the last time the promo was going and I couldn’t get my hands on Cloudjumper, and now they’re running it again and it’s only a 2 hour search period??
HELL TO THE YES
(I really really love Cloudjumper, okay)
I’m just so emotionally attached to a lot of the people I follow. Like, I might not even talk to you, but I’ll see your little icon and url pop up on my dash and I’ll just stare at it and smile and be like: friend.