After Years Of Searching...... I've Finally Found Them, Cheap At A Thrift Store

After years of searching...... I've finally found them, cheap at a thrift store 🤌

My cute art

Hey! I'm not a certified Tumblr expert, but I've been here a while so I thought I'd explain Tumblr a bit. Of course feel free to disregard me, I just want to help but I recognize it may be unwanted and that's fair.

Basically it seems like you haven't been Reblogging anything, which is one of Tumblr's biggest features. Liking posts is good, but doesnt really extend a post's reach like a Reblog. A good way to get involved in any Tumblr community is to simply reblog posts from the tags/artists you like.

And if youre worried about your Tumblr's organization then most people will organize their Blog by tagging their posts, (a lot of artists will use "my work" or "my art" etc) which you can then search for easily within your Blog. Keep in mind if youre on the Mobile App, the Blog search function is pretty busted last I checked.

I hope this was helps at all

Thank you so much!:D

Some songs I like:

MCR:

Mama

Teenagers

The black parade

Cancer

Blood

Na na na

I'm not ok

Cemetery drive

Get scared:

For you

My nightmare

Cynical skin

Sarcasm

Stumbling in your footsteps

Pierce the veil:

King for a day

Hell above

One hundred sleepless nights

Caraphernelia

Bulls in the bronx

FOB:

My songs know What You did in the Dark

Sugar we're going down

Centuries

Immortals

Uma Thurman

Thanks for the memories

We didn't start the fire

PATD:

Say amen (Saturday night)

I write sins not tragedies

House of memories

Victorious

This is the gospel

Girls girls boys

Emperor's new clothes

Don't threaten me with a good time

Hello I'm writing a story that I want to share with the world:)

Title: The tails of Dirt Creek

About: A western town with anthropomorphic cats and dogs

Author: Arri Endrik (pen name)

Genre: comedy-western, drama, slice of life, mystery, action

Setting: somewhere in Wyoming between 1876-1890's

I'm hoping to make this into a comic, btw I'm not a professional writer and I'm doing this all by myself so it's a lil iffy

Summary: Gunnar gets framed for a murder and now he's on the run, he was just wandering aimlessly throughout Wyoming until he came across a small town...

Chapter 1: "Welcome to Dirt Creek"

Gunnar had no clue how long or how far he was runnin, but he knew one thing.....he was tired and hungry........ever since he got framed for that dad-gummed murder he didn't comment.........sure, he was not the goodest dog in the west, but he wasn't a killer!

Gunnar could only see dirt.... and more dirt......not a blade of grass in sight....he was starting to just give up right then and there, but then he saw somethin......in the distance....he shielded his eyes with his paw, There! A town! Gunnar had a spark of hope.....he was not well known in these parts, so the towns folk probably wouldn't recognize him...... Gunnar figured he outta stay there for a bit then move on, no one would find him in a small town in the middle of nowhere............ right?

He walked up to a broken wooden sign that said "Welcom to Dirt Creek", That's funny Gunnar thought....."Welcome" was spelled wrong........., he kept walkin till he was in the middle of town.......but where is everyone? Gunnar thought..... the town was completely empty..."Huh, no one here....?" Then suddenly he heard a loud commotion, he looked around and saw that the sound was coming from the saloon, which was named The watering hole, Gunnar walked in and if he hadn't ducked in time he would've gotten his head knocked off by a flyin beer bottle! Gunnar saw that there was a Huge bar fight goin on! He walked in carefully..... and sat at the bar between a Blue heeler and a brown Newfoundland, working at the bar was an English bulldog who looked like he had enough of life..... Gunnar politely asked "Uh excuse me sir, may I have a glass of water please?"

The bulldog nodded and handed him a whole bottle of beer and said "You'll thank me later" and walked off.

Gunnar looked around and watched everyone fight......... He was shocked, and wondered why there wasn't a sheriff keepin everyone in line.... Suddenly he felt someone pat his shoulder, and he turned around to see that Blue heeler staring at him with a big stupid grin on his face,

"Well Howdy there partner! What's your name? I'm Dan Miller!".

Gunnar answered back "Uh.....the name's Gunnar Wilson, nice to meet ya, say......why is everyone fightin? Where is the sheriff?".

The dog just laughed "Well we don't have a sheriff...not anymore, he died! And as for why everyone is fightin....well.....I guess everyone just has anger issues".

Gunnar wondered what happened to the last sheriff but he figured it'd be best not to ask....."So.....why don't y'all get a new sheriff?".

Dan replied "No one ever lasts long as a sheriff tho....they either die or head for the hills! I don't blame anyone for runnin away tho, we are a stubborn bunch....".

And Gunnar believed him.......... Suddenly a bullet nicked his left ear! Gunnar looked around and saw the culprit.....a small tan Chihuahua that was jumpin on a table and had two large pistols in his paws ........shootin and yeppin like a coyote......"Hey pipsqueak! You almost shot my head off!". The Chihuahua just pointed his pistols at Gunnar, and Gunnar ran for cover, he heard a bullet pass by his other ear........he hid under a table..... watching......"Maybe I should lay low for a bit .........till this clears out......"

(Outside the saloon)

Gunnar barely got outta there with his ears and tail attached........he looked around for a place to stay.....as he walked around he saw a Café, library, Tailor, Flower shop, and a Butcher.......then he saw a small Chinese crested dog staring at him suspiciously...... Gunnar tried to look friendly "Uh hello there sir, name's Gunnar Wilson, and I'm new around here".  The dog just stared at Gunnar..... judging him..... Gunnar smiled sheepishly, till the little dog finally said

"My name is Ping Wú, and if I was you, I wouldn't stay long......". 

"Why?" Gunnar asked.

Ping sighed, "Because.....this town is as the name suggests.....it ain't nothin but a pile of dirt"

To be continued....;)

Teachers:"Math is super easy, you're just not trying hard enough"

Mom:"You're stubborn"

Relatives:"Maybe you just stupid 🤷"

Me:"You're gonna end up homeless you dumbass and you'll always be useless "