Possessedramblings - Parker - Tumblr Blog

am i just too much?

am i not enough?

am i too hard?

am i too soft?

am i too normal?

am i too weird?

am i too loud?

am i too shy?

am i too cold?

an i too nice?

am i too depressed?

am i too happy?

am i too serious?

or am i too unserious?

Tell me what am I? What is the real me?

What is the me people will like?

What is the me people won’t leave?

imagine if werewolf knots were square

wher??

aquarium, one week.

introduction post ig

Hello, we’re the stargazers system. We’re Traumagenic and have a good amount of bad bois. We are also Autistic, tone tags please.

Common Fronters

Nox: He/They, Host, -✨

Mark: He/They, Protector, -🎮

Terry: They/Them, Physical Caretaker, -🌷

This blog is mostly gonna be ramblings and reblogs, but things might get heavy occasionally.

feel free to send us asks and messages, we love talking to and meeting new people.

Basic DNI- Endos, homophobes, transphobes, racist, sexists, ableists DNI

Userboxes all by @.sysboxes

How it feels when you split a new alter and they know nothing about why they split

@stargazerssociety

spreading the nico miku fan agenda

this is so cute

this is so us @stargazerssociety

Steve, accidentally interrupting Eddie’s interview: Hey, can I tell you something and you not be dramatic about it?

Eddie: Seems unlikely

Steve: Can you be dramatic quietly? I’m getting a headache

Eddie: *thinks about it. nods*

Steve: No summer school

Eddie, whispering: Really?!

Steve: Yep, fully staffed. Didn’t need me this year

Eddie, whisper shouting: DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE GRAND CANYON???!!!

BIRTHDAY DAY I GET TO BLOW UP YOUR NOTIFICATIONS WITH STUPID GIFS I FIND

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOXIAN I LOVE YOU

SJKJSFSD I LOVE YOU BUT WHY DID YOU USE MY FUCKING GAMERTAG BABE LMFAO

-✨

I DO WHAT I WANT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOXIAN I LOVE YOU

SJKJSFSD I LOVE YOU BUT WHY DID YOU USE MY FUCKING GAMERTAG BABE LMFAO

-✨

No watch, no David Bowie poster, no best friend just him and a funky little cardigan against the world.

Lute

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

for the redditors coming here, this is how we spread news of important events in the world, with a Destiel meme

oh snap

NO BUT THE SHARK USER BOX

and the epilepsy user box

i'm in love with you marry me/aff

introduction post ig

Hello, we’re the stargazers system. We’re Traumagenic and have a good amount of bad bois. We are also Autistic, tone tags please.

Common Fronters

Nox: He/They, Host, -✨

Mark: He/They, Protector, -🎮

Terry: They/Them, Physical Caretaker, -🌷

This blog is mostly gonna be ramblings and reblogs, but things might get heavy occasionally.

feel free to send us asks and messages, we love talking to and meeting new people.

Basic DNI- Endos, homophobes, transphobes, racist, sexists, ableists DNI

Userboxes all by @.sysboxes

Hello Mickey,

In front of you is a table with a half-full glass of water placed in the center. Underneath the table are seven (7) cat toys.

You must survive for five minutes without going "pushpushpush" at the glass of water to make a big crashy splashy. You are allowed to play with any and all of the toys provided.

Should you bap the glass of water, I will be disappointed.

Please choose to be a good baby boy for mama and I will give you a bunch of treats and kisses-- NO STOP YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOCK THE GLASS OFF

*crash*

this glitched post looks really funny

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

I think you guys should see how my dog sits

“Girl ru being fr”

“This is so embarrassing”

“I am so done.”

“Girl what”

actually not emotional over graduating university, just over losing my jstor access