Chocolatechaoscollective - Chaos_collective

if you can't fix him, put him in lingerie.

Me because I'm mutuals with one of my favorite fic writers and I get way too excited to say anything other than commenting on their fics

me and my mutuals are the coolest bitches on earth

[ CAN I POST VIDEOS HERE?? IDK ]

Hehe the video kinda flopped on my tiktok so might try here-

ermm my neptune design changed a littlee (old one

"lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???

I believe the celestial body that watched over humanity for thousands of years would be fit enough to predict Astrodude's future.

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

Oh my god it’s a Pink Floyd reference it’s Darkside Of The Moon oh my goddd!!!!!!!

every year around christmas me and my grandma play this fun family game called “maybe you want to put jesus in your room instead, sweetie? :)”. now, it’s important to note that the jesus referred to in our game is not actually the real jesus christ, but instead a wooden figure i made in 2011 that has an uncanny resemblance to the lord and savior himself

so what happens is that i place jesus in our living room, and my grandma smiles and asks me if i don’t want to decorate my room with him instead. i ask her in return if she thinks my jesus figure is ugly (which he is), but she reassures me that this is not the case. however, a couple of days later jesus mysteriously disappears from our living room, and appear in my room instead

now, the real jesus christ might have been able to perform a miracle like this, but please remember that the jesus in our story is only a figure made out of wood. he can not move on his own, so i think we can safely say that my grandma is the prime suspect here

the first year i would often confront my grandma about this, but she would always make up an excuse and never straight up tell me she moved him because he’s so ugly it’s an embarrassment to the family

eventually i grew tired of her lies, so now we only move jesus around in silence. one second he’s in the living room, the next he’s back in my room. in a way i think this adds an extra element of excitement to the holiday season, because you never know for sure when jesus is going to be moved again