So… is there a sexuality for being in love with the moon? An after school club?? A cult??? Seriously, just tell me I’m not the only one who wants to marry this wonderfully weird rock in the sky.
ISTJ: lab coats and autopsies of the not-quite-human, rows of silver file cabinets, footsteps echoing down cavernous sterile hallways, humming tape recorders, unintelligible whispers from inside the walls.
ESTJ: dark trench coats and black coffee, “What we need is evidence,” polaroids on cork board, caution tape, untraceable phone calls, flickering street lights, skepticism, secret meetings in rainy alleyways.
INFP: black highways stretching into the night, screech-owl calls, baggy brown flannels, ominous religious billboard, unexplained cases of arson, a great once-buried force now rising from the earth.
ENFP: off-limit areas in state parks, rings of glowing mushrooms, cabins filled with faded maps and unsettling taxidermy, caves lined with crystals, walkie talkies, the silhouette of unidentifiable antlers.
ISTP: ominous cable towers stretching into a blood red sunset, picking locks, beat up converse and scraped knuckles, trespassing in abandoned factories and finding secret tunnels connecting the town.
ESTP: missing person newspaper headlines, the feeling of being watched in a fluorescent midnight diner, summer storms, shady local politicians with greasy smiles, novelty ties, and bloody secrets.
ESFJ: bicycles with baskets, befriending loners who see ghosts, pep-talks and first aid kits, bouquets in graveyards, Ouija board sleepovers, lying hand-in-hand on a blanket stargazing for signs of UFOs.
ISFJ: secret treehouses where time is just a little different, shoe-boxes full of old coins no one can identify, saddle shoes, pinkie promises, rescuing strange animals you found by the train tracks
INTJ: specimens in formaldehyde and stolen classified documents, telepathic abilities, government surveillance, erasing your old identity, knowing too much, hiding out in a lighthouse until the time is right.
ENTJ: letterman jackets and restlessness, dreaming of flying, meteor crashes, taking home pieces of glowing space debris, calling the press, “Don’t you understand! This could change everything!”
ISFP: charcoal sketches of shadowy figures, porcelain dolls, sleepwalking into abandoned buildings, prophetic dreams, cornfields at midnight, attic rooms visible only to you, “ No one ever believes me.”
ESFP: eerie late August carnivals, fucking with things that absolutely should not be fucked with and then getting tempted by dark forces, chaotic split-lip grins, breaking curses, standing your ground.
INFJ: boarded-up Victorian houses consumed by ivy, gardens of poisonous plants, typewriter keys and piles of unread manuscripts, knowing all of this has happened before, taking secrets to the grave.
ENFJ: spiral notepads and yellow pencils behind the ear, interviewing local hermits, speaking up at town hall meetings, justice for the restless dead, making powerful enemies of faceless men in dark suits.
INTP: ‘70s science fiction paperbacks and striped tee-shirts, clay models of alien spacecraft, broken glasses, chalkboard equations, creaking swingset chains, strange spinning lights above the suburbs.
ENTP: abandoned hospitals and EMF meters, notebooks filled with illegible equations, knowing everyone else in town calls you crazy, esoteric texts in dead languages, portals to other dimensions.
Fun fact! According to folklorists, all myths, fairy tales and nursery rhymes that are about some dude named Jack are talking about the same guy
What this means is, that ever single one of the following
Jack Be Nimble (who jumped over burning candles for fun)
Jack the Giant Killer (who sold his cows for magic beans then robbed and killed a giant)
Stingy Jack (who tricked the devil so many times he was banned from both afterlives)
Jack of Jack and Jill (who splattered his head open falling down a hill)
Jack o’ Lantern (the headless horseman spirit of halloween)
Jack Frost (the spirit who heralds the end of autumn and the start of winter)
Are literally the same jackass who made so many bad life choices he ended up an immortal ice dullahan with a pumpkin serving as both his head and flashlight
Concept:
We go foraging together. Every mushroom, berry, and other forest delight that we find is gentley placed in a wicker basket. You get super excited when you find ramps. It’s cute. I laugh.
Ok but have you tried to spell stomach, its impossible, I'd rather look cute than look like an idiot
if you say "tummy/sleepy" instead of "stomach/tired" you are infact ,,,,baby.
my favourite part of it: chapter 2 (2019) has to be when eddie and richie got married and stan helped them plan the wedding
requested by @eating-the-stars-and-more
My inspo for this was primarily acoustic songs that had a strong nature/farm/open field feel to them. For the dark aspect, honestly the only thing I really did was add some American Murder Song in there.
Today's a good day to appreciate all creatures, not just the cute ones
frodo is a cat person and sam is a dog person and they’re both fine with that. however, cats absolutely love sam and never leave him alone, and dogs just. fucking hate frodo
not to sound dramatic but the way sam and frodo look at each other makes me believe in true love
🙇♂️
Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you
Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall
Please don’t tell I’m the only one that actually wonders how the hell Snufkin got his hat back at the end of episode 3 of Moominvalley (that should have been a whole episode itself) 😂😭
Duck immediately after Indrid walks in: "Hey quick question. Am I going to lose my teeth?"
it’s already almost taz day and i can’t wait to hear all my friends, including ned chicane, who is not dead and just took a nap
I was going to make a Snufkin/Moomin playlist but it looks like the new Moominvalley already did
Mymble to Joxter: wheres snufkin?
Snufkin, crashing through the wall of the house with a car, blaring Gasolina on full volume as Moomin, Little My and a couple of the other Mymble children are in there: I JUST COMMITED A MILLION DOLLARS WORTH OF THEFT AND ARSON I CANNOT SEE STRAIGHT AND I DROVE DIRECTLY INTO AN OLD NAVY. W A A A AHoOOOooo
Love this
He’s doing his best
Got the idea from @incorrectsnufmin !!
WHAT EPISODE IS THIS
Snufkin: Yip yip!
Moomintroll: *smiles*
internal Moomintroll: omg he’s so cute did anyone else see that my boyfriend is such a fucking dork i love him
-A compilation of Snufkin laughing-