A Hopeful Dabbler

i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.

merle highchurch is character of all time. chooses to be a priest like some people choose to be accountants but becomes his god's favorite anyway. fucks plants. absentee father who makes it right but knows the hurt will never go away. jealous of a ten year old. relentlessly pesters man who cuts his arm off to save his life simply because he swung the axe. doesn't hesitate to say no when he's offered a fix for that. plays chess with the embodiment of cosmic horror homicidal nihilism. chooses joy. chooses joy. CHOOSES JOY!!!!!

i can tell when the edible starts to work when i start z-targeting shit irl

you characterize that man as a strict domtop because you think he’s domineering and suave. i characterize that man as a strict domtop because i think he’s repressed and weird about penetration. we are not on the same team

if i were a beta in the omegaverse i'd be so mad watching my coworkers get paid heat/rut leave while i get nothing. it's like when your fuckass coworker gets to take a cigarette break mid-shift and come back smelling bad but instead they get to go home and fuck nasty for a week because they made the choice not to take suppressants meanwhile i have to stay in the office running spreadsheets with debra whose scent patches don't do anything to hide the smell of mothballs or the alpha from marketing she's cheating on her husband with

The eye doctor is the most fun doctor you can go to. They never steal your blood. They never make you get naked and put on a paper dress. They're just like, "Can you see these letters? It's fine if you can't, we can fix that." And they don't even spell anything.

one person's "ugghh this trope is so overdone" is another person's "oooooohohohohohohohoho"