Call me Gabs

I needed a whole dang minute to recover after seeing this

Need to reboot it bc he's in London for a convention and I'm gonna see him again and maybe I think I know what photo pose I'll choose 🤫

Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.

It's like, I have these characters just laying around with their intricate personalities and their elaborate backstories, but they belong nowhere, they have no place to call home.

If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.

I needed a whole dang minute to recover after seeing this

Haruhi fujioka really is the character ever. Going by any pronouns in 2006. Big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. Constant deadpan delivery. Getting bitches constantly. Reacts to romantic advances with a thousand-yard goldfish stare. Perfect flawless protagonist 10/10

no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.

And then one thing happens and they move back to the front shelf of my brain

sometimes I reach in just to take a little something, maybe to show someone, and then the whole shelf collapses on my head

musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction

Like to charge, reblog to cast

there is nothing in mainstream romance that comes close to the author whose ficlets collection i have bookmarked with a note that if i need to read about anakin skywalker being sex furniture this is the bookmark to click

Great Mouse Detective version of Dracula happening simultaneously as the events of Dracula, so there’s just five mice in Victorian clothes unnoticed by the human cast desperately trying to kill a bat.

Or they’re also trying to kill Dracula, but exclusively during the parts of the book when he’s turned into a bat.

Dracula invited a human realtor and a mouse realtor to his castle and there were extended periods of time where he would say to his human realtor “Ah please excuse me I have business to attend to” and turn into a bat to talk to his mouse realtor.

I love this so much you have no idea