of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns.

long weekend starts NOW. i would like to thank jesus, pontius pilate & all his countrymen, and judas iscariot most of all

dragon age isn't real. and it can hurt you.

are we not all camgirls in a mass surveillance state

in my high school a few years ahead of me there was a polyamorous girl named luna who was dating a guy and a girl and the girl was named (i swear to god this is her birth name) marea. they were named moon and tide and they were lesbian lovers. i thought it was the most romantic fated thing ever as a tiny baby queer it would make me sigh in adoration. the boyfriend's name was frank

glass cannon is objectively the sexiest build. you put down 10 enemies in one go and then need to be carried off the battle field the next round? so hot

“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose