two hundred hundred hundred degrees

me, staring down ao3: ok i’m desperate for fic about this pairing but like… how desperate

You’re not desperate until you’re staring at fanfiction.net

Your not desperate till you’re staring down live journal.

You’re not desperate until you’re staring at a blank document

kis félénk

I want to see the vampire who lives in this. I bet his name is Chad or Hunter.

And he's ready to crack open a boy with the cold ones.

Dating an incomprehensibly large megastructure girl is interesting because she will send you pics of endless halls and chasms of impossible geometry on scales that threaten to break you fragile perception of reality in 2 taken from security cameras miles above the ground and then respond with something like ">///////////////////////////////<"

RIP Charlie Kirk

oh so when other people call a baby "cute enough to eat" it's sweet and charming. but when i, cronus,

help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time

help I'm having ideas beyond my available energy levels

Every photo of Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan together looks like a a respectable mafia boss father named Giovanni and his weird son who bites sometimes

to fallout 4's immense discredit in the matter, its decision to mandatorily define all female player characters as lawyers who married a soldier puts it behind literal fallout 1 on "does the female character feel like you're the punchline to a joke"

to elaborate on that a bit, it's actually toothgrittingly misogynistic that they contrived a scenario where there are two player characters and one of them was clearly conceptualised as The Wife of the Male Player Character, while the other was made as a character first. it's remarkable they managed to do that in a game with a character creator and no mechanical distinction between genders