Not enough people talking about how well broccoli holds a sauce

when you’re mean to me this is literally who you’re being mean to *image of me perched atop a throne of human skulls on a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls, and the dream goes on forever, one single static frame*

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

Kevin??

so fucking humbling to be like “no I like that character a normal amount” and then you can literally feel your heart rate spike at a mention of them like a dog that just heard the word “treat”

forgot to leave a note for my doordasher to bring a blunt weapon to get past the catacomb skeletons so congrats to whichever necromancer is about to get my banh mi i guess

writing your fave having sex with with their love interest is OUT writing your fave shamefully jerking off and coming pathetically fast at just the idea of fucking their love interest is IN

unfortunately any analysis of the eclipse sacrifice that doesn’t center griffith’s ultimate loss of personhood and agency (combined with the impending loss of the only person who ever treated him like a friend) is fundamentally incomplete to me in a way that makes it kind of impossible to have a real discussion about it. sorry

stop deactivating

i thought we all agreed we were here forever