the silver apples of the moon

Every time fandom turns a beautiful pathetic service top into an aggressive daddy dom type a random person on earth dies

i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.

Yea, sure. Until YOU or people you love are among the victims for someone else’s love and the villains won’t care. Would also like to point out that some villians(Kuvira, for example) have been willing to sacrifice/throw away love interests for their own goals.

idk about you but existing in the real world gives me and my loved ones immunity from the actions of fictional villains. hope you manage to get your family out of star wars.

ask not for whom poob has it

poob has it for thee

things haven't been fergalicious in a real long time

i want to do a painting of a tiger taking a bath to put in a bathroom (bathroom-themed bathroom) and to this end i made a little maquette out of clay and i suspect this will scope creep into having both a painting and sculpture of a tiger or perhaps only a sculpture of a tiger. if i do both should they be displayed together or separately

i LOVE the DRIPS and the JOYOUSNESS!!

Reblog with your listening age according to Spotify

Dope but what's doper is the jacket for each planet

how did you do that so smoothly? 

thats some broadway musical shit

But seriously, I think I love you.

heck no, i’m callin dibs

shout out to the sex repulsed asexuals. the asexuals who are asexual from trauma. the asexuals who will not be at the orgy handing out water. the asexuals who are not writing the kinkiest smut youve ever read. i love you.

you don't ever have to have sex. it's not what makes us human, sex does not define us. you are not abusive for having boundaries nor are you needing to be fixed. you have worth beyond what you can do in bed. I love you.

And I worked with a man called Squidward. And he was a Protestant man, but we were the best of friends. But by God, he was crabid as a bag of cats. He was an auld grump. And he'd be big into the flutes and the Oboes and things like that. He lived in a big stone head.