Piruetteshouse

People who recycle and put their trash in their pocket until they find a trash can and people who pick up liter when they see it and people who still cut the six-pack rings so animals don’t get trapped or choke on them and people who move turtles out of the road and people who stop for ducks and geese to cross all have a very special place in my heart. You are so good to this world and earth. I hope you know that.

“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid

Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.

I will not call myself or other people "gooners" or "npcs" or "larpers". i will not call things i dont like "slop". i will not use terms like "-oids". i dont like how common language is slowly becoming more focused on shorthand terms for hate and apathy

Ben feels every ache, every mental struggle as Hux grapples with his predicament. Longing to reach out but isn't even sure he'd be wanted.

You throw bricks at me in my own house /silly

god, I want to read that fic so badly…

reading kylux in the year of our lord 2026 because there's simply no substitute for these two angry awkward losers who barely know what sex is, actively trying to kill each other while they're fucking but failing miserably every time because they are bad at both fucking and trying to kill each other. every fic starts with ren approaching hux saying some shit like "supreme leader snoke has ordered that we have sex, frequently, he says it's vital to the success of the first order" and hux is like "you are an idiot, a scumbag, and a pervert, and I know you are completely making this up, but okay" I cannot believe there's a billion words of this and it is completely free