a single sentient raindrop

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

And sluts to sluts.

amen

Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.

Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation

Sometimes I look at a thesis presentation and I go ‘I know exactly how much mayonnaise you had to eat out of the jar at 3 am to pull this shit off’

Sometimes I think “I bet I know EXACTLY what you did your thesis on” as I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3 am.

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

a CRITTER? Carrying a BERRY?? Across a BRAMBLE VINE?????

Every day I am haunted by the fact that Jupiter Ascending was not based off of a million word space opera fantasy book series and that I cannot go to the library and take out like six door-stopper sized volumes of sheer unhinged gendervibes-y space werewolf bee queen batshittery where every new freudian space eugenicist villain talks like he's trying to eat the scenery's pussy out harder than the last guy. 😔

obviously this is AI generated slop but I keep laughing at ophelia labeled “hamlet’s brother”

very interested in the 523 likes in the corner supporting this groundbreaking interpretation of ophelia

HAMLET My brother? KING BLYSSFFSTTT No, the other Ophelia

Happy Jeremy Bearimy Month!!

Today is the every day you can never reblog this.