Marilen

"I asked ChatGPT" well I asked Rupert Giles and he sighed and took off his glasses and started cleaning them

mm. really chill and normal thinking about what being a normal student must be like in sunnydale. something is wrong with your school, your town. too many kids go missing, buried in one of the too many graveyards, and then their bodies are gone as well. left as a name in the pages of obituaries. no one talks about it. the principal covers it up, or the mayor does, or the us government. and we all know. we're all too scared to say anything. if we pretend it doesn't exist it won't get us. you say to your parents, casual, over dinner, hey, what if we moved? they look at you, you realise with dawning horror, in genuine confusion. now why would we ever want to do that? sunnydale's such a nice little town. you want to scream; I'M GOING TO DIE HERE. it dies in your throat. you swallow it down with your food.

There's something so tender about Sherlock and John in the red headed league case because what do you mean they had a giggle over how silly the case is, john can report that SHERLOCK WIGGLES WHEN HES HAPPY, and then after they've finished investigating they go on a date, and then John calls Sherlocks eyes DREAMY

it’s pride month why aren’t people making Sherlock Holmes fuck nasty

and the winner of superwholock is officially??? no one. we all lost. congrats team

obsessed with the fact that hannibal is technically a horror show but half the fandom watches it like it’s a slowburn romcom with occasional cannibalism