Your Friendly Neighborhood Dirtbag

OOOOOOOOO DEJA VU

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*man in the video opens stall only to find that the monster is, in fact, using the bathroom*

so they answered my question in the postmortem

max: hey did you know your parents are getting divorced

B R UHH H

(Cordial the corn snake on taxidermy)

My poruchamy chętnie….

now just WHAT in TARNATION are yall yammerin on about?

ils/elles yeetent

what i mean: i haven’t written a single word about this. in fact i haven’t held a pen since 2015. every day when i take the train i maldaptive daydream about the possibilities of this fic and how the characters would interact, specifically when they have long intense heated glances across a busy room with enough raw yearning force to set off a jet plane and blueball me into oblivion. yes i have a ‘writing prompts’ tag for no fucking reason. no i can’t spell maladaptive