an old soul with no experience

giggled at something and my coworker comes out of the break room and goes "I just heard like, a haunted child laugh... so weird." and I'm like okay so it was a normal regular alive adult laugh actually

guy who's having gauzy idealized wife flashbacks for the whole adventure but it turns out she isn't dead or anything he just really misses her and wants to get home

i bring a sort of "this character is canonically malnourished and would gain at least a couple pounds during their hypothetical healing arc wherein they get better" vibe to the function that people dont really like

everybody needs to read more. read all the time. read every day. read read read

has anyone noticed theyre taking away what it means to be human

that’s her. the Task Manager

I'm so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.

12-2am lasts 15 minutes if you aren't careful

“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now

get in babe we’re loving fat black lesbians with our entire chest and dismantling the blatant fatphobia and racism that is still running rampant in sapphic and queer communities and spaces

“Haunting the narrative” but it’s the procedures at your job the person before you put in place