There's a hell of a good universe next door.

how is everyone feeling today

eternally painful that you can't socialize without people expecting you to talk. sometimes I just want to be around. like a cat

i would've fucked so hard as a court jester in ye olde i would've jangled my balls and done a little dance and sang my silly tunes i'd be so good at my job. alas i have to be on tumblr instead which is like a poor imitation of it

bells. i meant bells

don’t do this to me

measure once cut also once, no prablem

702 Miscellany of fine and decorative arts

honestly? rpg really does need fishing. nothing says "holy shit there's a world-ending catastrophe happening we need to do something RIGHT NOW" like fucking off to the lake for an hour and a half to go fishing

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

I’m lying face down on the floor. Reblog to join.