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300 years can change a person's view
My name is Jack Frost. And apparently i'm 'crazy'. I'm..I'm not! Sure, I might hear a few voices and see things other people don't see but 300 years alone does things to you.

[indie RP blog for a mentally unstable jack frost]

M!A: Nothing.

his-azure-eyes:

Jack & Emma’s last smiles.

by Pogo
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jackfrostftw:

janedoodles:

myantiquehabibi:

yungcarol:

mulp-plum:

what the fuck is going on im so high

amazing

OH MY GOSH IS THIS POGO!?

no

this is perfection

i-say-no-to-status-quo:

sexypandaalex:

gods-nips:

I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS WEBSITE LIKE I CANNOT.

I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT.

Rule 1 of Tumblr: Don’t go on Tumblr when you are waiting for your brother to get out of the loo and need a wee.

IT IS NOT EVEN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT YET AND I SEE SHIT LIKE THIS HELP I”M DYING

fairywingsandeastereggs:

Even three year olds could appreciate a bit of fun. What Sophie liked best, out of all the ways to have fun, was probably playing in the snow. The snow was all so pretty and fun, and you could build snowmen or igloos, you could have snowball fights and make snow angels. There was so much more fun to be had in the snow than in the sun.

She had been delighted that day to find out that her big brother had a day off from school, due to snow, because that meant that she would be allowed to play outside. Her brother was playing with his own friends, but within her sight due to their mother’s clear orders. She was left to build a little army of snowmen by herself.

It was when she looked up, just to make sure Jamie hadn’t abandoned her, that she spotted Jack Frost. She knew who he was, and remembered him rather well. She hopped up, a smile crossing her face, as she skipped over to the young spirit in her snow boots. She noted that he looked… sicker than the last time she saw him. Sleepier.

“Are you alright?” she the boy innocently, looking up at him with sweet green eyes and a small, welcoming smile on her face. 

Jack watched as the two kids he’d learned to love played in his own creation. He twirled his staff and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. Smiling sadly at the sight before him, he jumped up and balanced himself on top of his staff. 

He wanted to play with Jamie and his friends, but they would probably ask him questions that he wouldn’t have the answers to. So he hid. He avoided them, and walked away. Not noticing Sophie was with them..or that she was right in front of him. 

His smile perked up and his tired, icy blue eyes tinkled. He always did have a small spot for kids, especially Sophie. Crouching to her level, he chuckled, “I’m fine, Soph. Just a bit tired and sick.” He explained, clearly leaving out information a three-year-old wouldn’t quite get.

[cries loudly finally I have time to myself no more babysitting, no more school whiCH MEAN S REPLI ES AND CATCHING UP asdfghjk]

wartortles:

the older u get the funnier spongebob becomes

rise-of-the-gaydians:

autumnoverland:

ominous-toilet:

SO TODAY I WENT TO WALMART TO FINALLY GET MY ROTG AND I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I HEARD JACK’S VOICE COMING FROM THE MOVIE AISLE
UNTIL I REALIZED WHAT SCENE IT WAS.
HORRIFIED, I PROCEEDED TO WATCH JACK’S DEATH PLAY SIMULTANEOUSLY ON A DOZEN TVS.
AND I HAD TO DO IT SILENTLY.
but then I was okay because I stuck around long enough to also watch the Jack and Jamie scene and that made it worth the while <3.

I love how it says “Life’s Good” above the tvs

is this what hell looks like

rise-of-the-gaydians:

autumnoverland:

ominous-toilet:

SO TODAY I WENT TO WALMART TO FINALLY GET MY ROTG AND I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I HEARD JACK’S VOICE COMING FROM THE MOVIE AISLE

UNTIL I REALIZED WHAT SCENE IT WAS.

HORRIFIED, I PROCEEDED TO WATCH JACK’S DEATH PLAY SIMULTANEOUSLY ON A DOZEN TVS.

AND I HAD TO DO IT SILENTLY.


but then I was okay because I stuck around long enough to also watch the Jack and Jamie scene and that made it worth the while <3.

I love how it says “Life’s Good” above the tvs

is this what hell looks like

jamie-bennett:

*Jamie was surprised in the sudden change in the strangers demeanor. He didn’t seem so startled or scared, and he was even polite. Perhaps the teens friendly actions were working. Glad to hear the other wasn’t hurt, Jamie smiled a friendly smile and kept the conversation going* Jack? It’s nice to meet you, Jack. And don’t worry about it, hah. Just, uh… *The brunette rubbed the back of his head. He was curious about this Jack, but he didn’t want to seem pushy. One had to admit it was a very strange sight and something just drew Jamie in*

Nice night, isn’t? *He looked up at the moon above, full and bright* I always loved this spot. You could see the sky perfectly and the lake always looks so pretty when the moon reflects off of it… *Jamie looked down and after a few seconds he glanced up at the other* I’ve… never seen you before. Do you live around here?

Jack squirmed awkwardly on the ground. This kid wasn’t as bad as he thought, although it was a bit weird that he stood after Jack’s small outburst. Why did this stranger care anyway? How long was he there? Finally after a few mere seconds of fighting with himself, he slowly moved from his spot. Sitting wide his elbows on his knees and his face clearly visible. Dark circles formed under his eyes and bloodshot red eyes. He looked like pure hell. “It’s alright.” 

He looked towards the lake and looked up upon the moon. He gave a small smile, before turning to Jamie. “I used to live here…a while ago. But I had to go.” He scrunched his nose. You didn’t have to go. You only left because you had no one here to stick with in the first place. Jack glared at the air and shushed the voice up. “I just come to see the lake. Even when I left I was..drawn back here. Just to see this lake.” 

acquaint:

if i were a murderer i’d be the febreze murderer and lead my victims blindfolded to undisclosed locations and i’d ask them what they smelled and they’d be like “omg ocean air and tulips” and then i’d rip off the blindfold and it would be A PILE OF THE BODIES OF MY PREVIOUS VICTIMS