Blue’s done, now into black. Taking a lot longer than I thought, but I know it’ll look good once I’m done. #dollcustom #dollreroot #dolls #mycrafts
I'm so sorry, but not really
Tell the boys where to find my body. Hi there, I'm Kris. Mostly a random person from Michigan who's actions should not be questioned. You can use whatever pronouns you want for me, I don't care. My fandoms include Steam Powered Giraffe, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, and some other stuff. I cosplay a bit here and there. Except for some language, this blog is pretty safe for all ages. Enjoy whatever this is.
@roosterteeth I’m ready for RWBY! #nailpolish #nailart #rwby #roosterteeth
Halloween can’t come soon enough. Thanks @spirithalloween for this awesome Winifred costume. #halloweencostume #halloween #hocuspocus #winifredsanderson #cosplay #krisattemptscosplay
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Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye
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Michigan Gothic
Acres and acres of forests. The leaves begin to change color. The leaves begin to scream. Their dying wails diminish as they fall fall fall to the ground.
The Cherry festival is upon us and the harvests are red and juicy this year, the toil and sacrifice of the farmers has been accepted.
While swimming in Lake Huron you feel something brush against you, your friends tell you it’s just a fish, you nod and accept this; but fish don’t have finger nails.
“The engine is the heart of a car” is the note you receive with the life insurance check and the body of your spouse, they could have at least sewn the hole back up.
A fresh batch of fudge has been made, a tourist asks what the secret ingredient is as the proprietor gives a knowing smile, another tourist vanishes.
A bonfire on a beach is a great way to spend a summer night. The darkness creeps in, you remind your friends to add more logs, but, you have run out. The shadows are getting closer. Nick went to get more wood but he hasn’t been seen in nearly four hours. You and your friends mourn and huddle closer as the shadows begin to whisper.
A storm is coming in off the lake, the wind changes direction and you breathe a sigh of relief, until you notice the clouds are still getting closer.
Your car inexplicably stops on the side of M-25. The deer surround you, it’s hunting season.
The robins sing. The robins get louder. The robins have grown. Insect will no longer sustain their young.
It’s the hottest year on record and the bodies begin to rise from Lake Superior.
The boats rocking is gently lulling you to sleep, the anchor has been dropped, the anchor has been cut, the rocking is no longer gentle. Something is attempting to capsize you, and it’s working.
The locals know not to swim at this beach. Never this beach. Only tourists and the young and reckless dare to swim at this beach.
The lakes have frozen over, the ice caves have risen. You stand in the middle of the lake as the crack of the ice sounds like a gunshot.
The Sleeping Bear Dunes wake up, hundreds are injured, dozens are dead.
Burr: How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore, go on and on, grow into more of a phenomenon?
Hamilton: dude, seriously
Burr: Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother—
Hamilton: I’m RIGHT HERE
Hamilton: YOU FUCKER
