i actually had to stop to think about whether human blood was copper or iron based the other day and this might be a sign that i spend too much time with my head in mr. spock’s

so, what’s the sapphic version of the kirk/spock, mustang/hawkeye dynamic?

father, there’s no room for jesus in those jeans

i was fine all day but now it’s bedtime i want my dopamine hit in the form of fanfiction oneshots and the withdrawal is real

just thinking about how i have never in my life met an Amanda who wasn’t some degree of Unhinged and how that extends to the fictional Lady Amanda Grayson

film noir but the hard boiled private eye and the femme fatale are mlm wlw solidarity

i am so tired of gendered everything memes