they can pry gay Mike out of my cold, dead hands

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

microdosing hell by being awake and literate

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

are they lovers? you know what, they really could've been.

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

“what’s the song of the summer” ?? it’s DANCING IN THE DARK by bruce springsteen for the 42nd year in a row

fucked up in the club asking the dj to play flight of the bumblebee

To be honest music might be one of the things