jeepers, gang!

brock was smart as fuckk for putting the pan on his head my dumbass wouldve probably hit ash with it and then lost a true friend in the process

somewhere out there, the 32yo evil astrology twink who gave you stress hives and literal nightmares from working with them is getting affirmation from their hive of sycophants that they were the victim in the situation

you’re laughing. you want me to do another autopsy and i haven’t eaten since 6 o’clock this morning and that was half a cream cheese bagel, it wasn’t even real cream cheese, it was light cream cheese and you’re laughing.

“wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” tramp stamp

hate it when you see something in media that has great kink potential so you skedoodle post-haste to ao3 only to discover there's none fic left beef and then you have to sit there going oh I see I'M the pervert weirdo I'M the problem with society and everyone else in the world is going to heaven with a hundred innocence dollars preloaded onto their ole fashioned wholesome funtimes themepark fast pass card like fuckin oath man

I’m gonna be so fr rn, yall gotta stop acting like women’s sports only contributions/offerings are 1) that most of the athletes are queer 2) some sort of “morally pure” version of the sport. you don’t realize that you’re doing it but you’re de-valuing them to a point of queerness + morality meter. which the latter is just insane when there are POS’ amongst women’s sports

“Don’t watch the NHL, watch the PWHL! They’re actually gay!” why is that the only selling point to you