i ache, brilliantly

never been so disgusted as when I open a fanfic and the notes happily describe how they had assistance from chatgpt. like I'm sorry are you so useless that you need a lying machine to help you play with toys, something I assumed most people master in toddlerhood

*rips open chest w hands* where is the poem

i dont enjoy writing as a hobby because it feels like when people try to take pictures of mirrors to sell online and clearly put effort into minimizing their reflection but theres still an arm and phone in the frame or you can see their fucked up carpeted kitchen in the background with like a wall to wall collection of dusty antlers. im saying someone will notice i have a weird house because i was so focused on nobody noticing that i was naked while taking a pic of this mirror for craigslist and i cant have that but im not getting dressed because its my house. you understand of course

castiel the gay angel literally went to superhell for the future of popular gay ships. those old good omens guys, the gay firefighters. cas died for gay ships everywhere like jesus on the cross

if ur a terf unfollow me and know that i hate you

i deserve a gold star for being so sweet and nice and not killing

The drama of the teaser vs the comedy of the commercial we are so back