windfucker, and/or fuckwind

transition timeline

winding up for a thunderous soviet slap on th ass

love my hockey mutuals. occasionally poetry snippets or kafka quotes will cross my dash tagged "san jose sharks" and i have to think well i didn't watch it so who am i to judge. maybe franz kafka did write that about the san jose sharks

if there is one thing that tumblr has done to my texting it is the inclusion of arrows <- uses arrows basically anywhere <- loves arrows <- #myarrows

So There's This Open Wound At The Heart Of The Text

THAR SHE BLOWS!! A LIFTED BLACK FORD F150 WITH TINTED WINDOWS. PASSENGER PRINCESS, GET THE HARPOONS!!!!!

people have this tendency to believe that fandom discourse exists because people in fandoms are Stupid Nerdy Losers, but in fact fandom discourse exists because anytime you get a group of more than 100 people together, they will start creating interpersonal bullshit. fandom is not special in this regard

There is sports discourse. There is yarn discourse. There is food discourse. There is academic discourse (dear sweet god is there academic discourse). If there are people out there collecting brass buttons specifically from 1921, they are going to have discourse about which buttons are trash and whether Person A cheated person B. To be human is to engage in pointless wankery sometimes.

(trying to cheer you on) hey, lets grab this thing by the (remembers youre neutered) nothing

such insolence... guards? seize her! ...no. stop. not like that. you are doing it gay. why are you seizing her gay style

wish everyone could perceive the Vague Concepts in my head because i just know you would looove my Vague Concepts. you would think im so smart if you saw the misty clouds of Vague Concepts floating around in my head. #MyVagueConcepts

hey, saw you on the dash. you have a kicked puppy vibe and i really like it. i’m just curious if you’re more of a traumatized shelter pup with separation anxiety or more of a feral dog with a long history of biting and aggression

god I'm such a slut for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce *decides it’s inaccurate to refer to myself as a slut in light of my minimal sexual activity* if The Enemy discovered my ardor for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce, they would gain a significant strategic advantage

free my girl she did all that and that’s what makes her such a compellingly complex character. that’s her essence

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