Crying Over Hands - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
it's late and i am essaying but god, i'm scared.
the voices are speaking to me and they want to bust some ghosts
janine melnitz you'd love chappell roan
aaaah
the hive mind wants to go to comic con. problemos:
i don't have a costume
so, my dumbass went "haha, ghostbusters" since that's the spooky fixation.
hello back problems i have until the end of the month to make all the props aka proton pack with storage, ghost trap, tobin's spirit guide and maybe ecto-goggles. as of writing it is the 6th of october. i am equipped with cardboard.
LONG STORY SHORT, WELCOME TO MY GHOSTBUSTING COSTUME MADNESS SPIRAL- THE GOAL IS TO FINISH BY OCTOBER 26TH-
ahahaha
howdy, one might ask 'hey nym, how's the costume coming along?'. to that i will ask:
how does one go about making tobin's spirit guide when they're unwilling to pay for a copy of the actual thing?
i am foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog oscillating between my classwork and plans.
how? how you may ask?
I DON'T KNOW BUT HERE'S A PROTOTYPE. I ALSO DID THE SPINE-
HELL YEAH BABY TOBIN'S SPIRIT GUIDE ❗❗❗
a dust cover shouldn't take me this long 💀💀💀
if y'all see me posting about this a lot it's called either pride or hubris.
ahahaha
howdy, one might ask 'hey nym, how's the costume coming along?'. to that i will ask:
how does one go about making tobin's spirit guide when they're unwilling to pay for a copy of the actual thing?
i am foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog oscillating between my classwork and plans.
Questions, Questions, Questioning.
gotta love queuing posts lmao:
"Hm? Me?" A question from one of his rookies, catching him off guard, "That's... completely none of your business."
A chorus of 'please sir's and 'please sergeant' trying to butter him up. 'But sergeant, you're the best at these', 'You always answer our questions', 'Maybe we can defend you?' - completely inappropriate topic mid-training out on the track. Ugh.
"No, look, I understand the curiosity - you're like toddlers. Insatiable things," Groans, grunts and unsatisfied whines. From to-be soldiers, no less. Moth's busy drinking from a bottle of water, then answering, settles, "But, I won't carve my whole heart out to you, alright?"
Code for 'I'm telling you a secret'. Code for 'Don't tell a soul'. Lean in, like a huddle.
"I guess... I kissed a girl in sixth grade. If- if that crosses anything off mentally-" Well, there goes half the internal bets.