Kimchay brainrot

nothing but a weapon, a tool to be used

Tie

me every god damn day im forced to be reminded of Jeff Saturs existence

Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.

I wrote a prequel to my Inception Louvre Heist fic, set roughly a decade before.

Premise: what if Eames tries to show Arthur his affection the way cats do to humans. Can be read standalone.

"I wasn’t trying to suggest that you’re incapable of committing your own murders, darling. I just thought it might be nice for you not to have to. And thus he—" Eames scuffs the side of Fauré’s corpse with his shoe. "—is no longer your problem." "He’s leaking all over my goddamn floor. This is definitely my fucking problem."

the kid who replaced his hard G sounds with soft ones, leaving me incapable of thinking of glasses as anything other than jlasses

kid who would holler "DID" any time she finished her work no matter how many times we told her to just raise her hand

kid who began her scary stories with "once a time" and her friend who began his with "paw time"

middle schooler i had during student teaching who pronounced magritte as "mah-gritty"

the kid who said "i got boogies comin out my nose" while sobbing and the kid who said "theres his puddle of cry" while describing a drawing, both of whom i think of when im crying

kid who said that if he was 80 he would get big and turn grandpa

kid who, for no reason in particular, would just say "like a little feet" as a standalone phrase in relation to nothing

to linger for a moment

based on The Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton, under the cut

so what if: Kim and Chay meet three years after Kim send that song to Chay and Chay ignored him? Well, my dear husband is currently writing a whole fic about it! And this is a little spoiler and a first art for it so stay tuned