Am I a horse to you

Full interview here

reblog and put in the tags the last show you finished, the show you’re currently watching, and the show you wanna start next

Borzois are like if stick insects were horses

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

actually i’ve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die

salad is mostly items

house of leaves / goncharov esque project consisting of the paratext of a nonexistent text where the described-but-unseen source material is an 800 page rulebook for the worst tabletop game you've ever heard of and the paratext is a series of arguments and blog posts generated by insane forum users

Bloopers are movie aftercare and it’s fucked up that we got rid of them

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

thought of a new terrible mbtv oc: sleazy adult entertainment talent scout rogue comfortunit who scans for augmented humans to recruit for a specific subgenre of fetish media. gurathin's waiting for the rest of presaux at an interstellar bar one night when this sleazebot sidles up to him. hits on gurathin with no interest in having sex with him but with much interest in his potential for raking in the hard currency credits on OnlyAugmentsMax or whatever with that svelte data port of his. slides over a transparent digibusiness card with its feed contact info and a wink. mb catches wind of this and incinerates the card on sight and presaux are banned from the bar for life