Hot Damn Sweet as Gold

Okay when I said you have until the "last grain of sand falls" before the darkness consumes you that was a metaphor. The hourglass is not magic, it's not cursing you. I don't know why you thought smashing it would make you immortal. It had, like, thirty minutes of sand left to fall, max, so

guy working on an artwork they knew would push them technically: what the hell why do i keep doing this wrong. am i haunted by malevolent spirits and such

t4t (tumblr user for tumblr user)

they pick me up for our date wearing a Goncharov t-shirt. they take me back to their room and I notice a Down With Cis Bus pin on their wall. they hold me close and murmur "my you, hashtag myyou". none of these are hypotheticals they are true facts about my real life lover who i met offline

the unfortunate side effect of developing a more critical eye for fan behaviour as a product of society™️ is that new fan takes on a piece of media become fairly predictable. oh the white guy with daddy issues is your favourite? you think the asian man is an adorable subby cinnamon roll? you think the woman in a position of authority is either mom-coded or a total bitch? say less

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.

now that i’m older and understand how absolutely fucked the housing market is, all those horror movies that take place in nice houses where the family refuses to leave make sense. if i had a 4,000sqft vintage home you’d need to kill me before i ever moved out as well. fuck the ghost. charge it rent.

#they just don’t make behind the scenes stories like lotr anymore

like to charge, reblog to cast.