OH NO.

God please help I have no clue how to travel through tumblr and there are a lot of things so could someone please explain the grian timeline for real quick?

No this is now a BigB apologist account thank you for listening, sorry Cleo.

I enjoy drawing Yung Gravy and I have been playing cookie run as of lately so this was inevitable ig

ROASTED JAMES IN NEW POKAY VIDEO THIS IS NOT A DRILL IM GONNA VOMIT OH MY GOD /POS

BRO IM GONNA THROW UP

Very violent today.

Take Grian as I start a new au

posting this here to before giving myself a lobotomy after watching The Umbrella Academy episode 5 season 4

I've seen talk and a bit of art of Doc having goat features..

Is this the correct answer??

Like I'm not new to hermitcraft, but also I've been away from it for the greater part of a decade.

This gotta be the correct answer, right?

WHEN WILL CHIEFMYLES BE A THING GRRRRRRRRRRR

HEY YOU

YEAH YOU!!! do you like smplive?! do you like yahiamice?! do you like cube men yaoi and cube woman yuri and everything inbetween!?! do you love riveting storylines and insane angst and also insane fluff and all the inbetween?!?!??!

WE HAVE THE PLACE FOR YOU!!!!11!!!!1!

welcome to THE CLASH a text-based roleplay server where basically yahiamice made a big giant smp that drags everyone and anyone from their respected universes/smps and they all have to coexist. there are like 9 sneegsnags from like. 10 different places its like INSANE!!!

there aren't TOOOOO many rules or guidelines to follow HOWEVER.

WE HAVE TRIGGER WARNINS AND A BLACKLIST!! and one tiny character blacklist and a small rundown of info abt the server & what goes on in it

you must know the basics of smplive

this server is full of shipping! we don't ship the ccs just their cubes

this server has a lot of descriptive violence, mental illness, and other really heavy topics. if 2019 smptwt smpronpa antis saw clash i think we'd be shot on sight

there is a character blacklist against CallMeCarson, Wilbur Soot, The Dream Team, Samgladiator, SirCutieYuki, Lionmaker, ect ect

the server is 16+ (with exceptions of close/trusted friends)

tupperbox is a required thing to rp here!

DOUBLES & AUS ARE ALL ALLOWED! this place is a HUUUUGE free for all! do whatever you want forever!

we have a doc full of info and whatnot that i'll link here! ( <- link :3 has more info on there, its a little long tho but only bc the text is so shoved together )

this was the most summarized i could make this ad, so sorry if its insanely long! if u read all the way thru i hope to see u there! heres the invite link :D ( <- click for invite link )

ooughg random little snippet from the lethal company poly au be upon ye

“I hate these fucking beds,” CJ said.

Smallant rolled onto his back to glare lightheartedly at the bottom of the bunk above him. “It’s the middle of the night, dude. Just go back to sleep.”

“We’re getting an early start on the next moon tomorrow,” Failboat reminded them, his voice floating up from the bunk below. “We’ll need all the rest we can get if we want to meet quota with the next haul.”

“We always get an early start, though!” The bunks swayed as CJ swung his head and shoulders over the edge of his bed. Della grumbled above him; he didn’t pay her any mind. “And we never get any sleep because the mattresses are, like, an inch thick, not to mention that there’s only three of them so we can’t even actually sleep on an actual mattress every night—”

“Hey, you can’t complain,” Della shot back, “You’re not the one on the board tonight.”

“And I’m saying none of us should be on the board!” CJ huffed out a sigh and threw himself back into his bed. The bunks swayed again, hitting the wall.

“That’s just how the company is, man,” Failboat sighed. “I wish it was better, too, but there’s not much you can do about it.”

“Well, the company sucks ass.”

The others chuckled and smiled. “Amen to that,” Della said. There was a beat.

“It’s just…” CJ started again, softer now. He sighed. “It’s lonely. You know? There’s no fucking room in these bunks. I want to cuddle with my girlfriend for once. And you guys, too.”

“Aww,” Smallant chuckled. “We’re your girlfriends, CJ?”

A heavy pause. Then, gently, CJ’s voice wafted into the ship once more. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”

Smallant looked more intensely at the bunk above him, at where he knew CJ’s head would be. He could feel a warm sort of comfort start to flood his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at the words.

“We could always pull the mattresses out,” Failbot said at length. “Put ‘em all together on the floor, sleep in one huge pile. If you guys are interested.”

“I’m interested,” CJ said immediately.

“Would they all even fit?” Smallant asked.

CJ was already hopping down from his bunk. “Only one way to find out!”

The mattresses did all fit, in the end — albeit with the help of a furniture overhaul (read: they shoved all the cabinets and scrap metal into one corner). There was barely enough room for all four of them, but once they got close and got comfortable in a tangle of limbs, it was the best night of sleep any of them had had in a long while. As they floated through the cold void of space, they held each other, warm and happy and together, ready to face another day.