Made Weak By Time And Fate

i don’t care how bad ENT is it’s my bad show and yes it’s still star trek no matter what shut up

Odin be like “I know a spot” but then you get there and it’s Yog Sothoth who is the Bifrost, whose dread invocation has been shattered, and who guides them now towards the roiling nuclear chaos of the mad deamon sultan at the centre of reality. A billion screaming squamous things approach, crowding and oozing through the shattered tatters of a sane world. All the doors are open now.

love when a fandom is unashamedly horny like some fandoms are definitely more a vibe of like ooo they’re so hot but I must cover my horniness in a layer of themes and motifs and other fandoms are just like “the thought of him barking makes me hard” like yesssss say that!!!!!

reblog and put in the tags a piece of fiction you would rewrite because it had potential but the writers just botched it.

THEY ALL HAVE SO MANY SOFTNESSES WHERE THEIR FEET ARE LOCATED THAT NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERY

OP, how beefy are your neck muscles to hold up that giant fucking brain of yours? this is AMAZING.

I have free will so what if I thought about hot librarian/archaeologist Ardyn getting also hot and fight-worn bodyguard Gilgamesh to protect and escort him on a dangerous excursion

i miss my beautiful wife joann fabrics it feels as if eons have passed since i last saw her. this guy michael keeps waving her visage in front of me and saying she’s living in his house but he is lying to me. i know this because i went into his house and found only fragments and memories of my beautiful wife joann and pictures of her shadowed face labeled “online only”. michael won’t even let me order swatches from him