Hangry Penguin

1 am and bored. might fuck around and go to bed

1 am and bored. might fuck around and go to bed

I miss posting like I used to, so I’m going to reset this whole blog and start fresh.

Holy shit, never mind. I just realized how many posts I have on this account.

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

trying to explain why i like horror to people who don’t: ok so you know how it’s fun to be deeply disturbed and unsettled

the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive

on another note, watched The Mummy (1999) the other day and I couldn’t help  feel like the O’Connells and the Addams (Addams Family Values (1993) would get on really well ya know? The O’Connells are basically the pastel adventure version of the Addams, surely they would just be vibin’ over tea and crumpets in an extremely haunted mansion having a ball of a time

Jonathan and Fester and Cousin Itt watch from the bar, where Lurch and Thing are making the drinks.

...I need top surgery, like right now. I cannot do another summer like this with binders on. This is hell. This is absolute hell.

the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt

UTHER PENDRAGON WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU. UTHER PENDRAGON!!!!!!!! Actually, incredibly lovely villain. Classist, close-minded, arrogant tyrant man whose grief and shame has rotted his core, but there IS kindness and honour inside him. He does love, though selfishly, love exists in him all the same. There are moments of playfulness and genuine connection that I cannot ignore. Wow he's like a toxic conservative parent. Love to hate him, though there are moments I do genuinely want him dead.

I wanna publicly shoot him with a gun. A water gun. With water so hot it doesn’t burn but hurts a lot.

For some reason, I imagined this as if you saw Uther's actor on the street, and was filled with such undeniable rage at a character he played like 10 years ago you pulled out a slightly-too-hot water gun and sprayed him like a misbehaving cat. Which is just such a funny mental image, lemme grab my water gun too

I’m sobbing. That’s my new Sunday activity. Hunt the actor down and make him regret ever taking the role. Getting a cardboard cutout to practice.

i want Things. i'm sorry marx