show 'em what you're made of.

the gap in my resume is when I was imagining two repressed homos go at it raw. in my brain

​hang on let me beam it into your head so we can both imagine two repressed homos go at it raw

when exactly is uptown funk gon give it to me?

saturday night when you’re in the spot did you not hear bruno

I don’t believe you.

just watch

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

Me, reblogging from anyone I don't follow: I'm introducing diversity into the gene pool. This will make my mutuals' dashes stronger and healthier.

Me reblogging old posts: I am reintroducing historical species into the gene pool to hybridize with the dashboard equivalent of pugs, making them stronger and healthier.

Me reblogging legacy posts: there are New Users, young Mutuals who were not here for the Old Times and do not remember the Old Ways. Someone must teach them, lest they be Lost.

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

this is a Christmas post for you to like and unlike over and over to see the little snowy animation they have rn

HAPPY LIMINAL SPACEMAS, COUCHES

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

Reblog to materialize $250,000 in prev's bank account