low key fuck this shit

I like to imagine after the Great Skua, back in Jamrock Harry started collecting fucked up looking bad taxidermy. Kim gives up convincing him to stop spending his money on the tat, figuring it’s kind of a hobby, so their apartment soon becomes home to a motley crew of weird looking half unrecognisable creatures.

I think im cursed

You know you’re sooo fucked when the lines between canon and fanon start to blur. Did Kim kitsuragi really say that. Or did ao3 user omnishambles make him say that. Who knows

i have recently decided to shave my head. surprisingly good experience. have been given far more professional defference than i actually deserve as a result. but. slight hazard. my coworkers are very kind and they have insisted on complimenting my skull shape. they are very insistent that i have a very nicely shaped skull. this is a perplexing and mildly unsettling compliment. i feel like a hot twink at the gay phrenologist bar. a lot of people have walked up behind me and simply gripped my head like a bowling ball too, which i personally have enjoyed, but suspect the average person would not. also, unless i shave my head every day, it becomes surprisingly hard to take my hoodie/beanie/hat off. its like having my head wrapped in grip tape. overall 9/10 experience.

sometimes youre tripping balls listening to ween and remember how kimharry is the most bestest ship of all time and your heart is so full and true love is possible and real and imperfect and raw but its real and thats all that matters

good news. the things that used to upset me no longer upset me. bad news. i'm creating an army of bugs to hurt innocent bystanders