Voidwalkin'

i havent seen the strong as fuck ice mummy in a while. i hope shes doing ok

spring thaw. weak as fuck water mummy now

the best fic you have ever read in your entire fucking stupid life: written by anonymous

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

they should teach useful skills in school like home economics and how to safely pirate media

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly

I think it's awesome when people kiss. like hell yeah. go eat eachother up

clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after

clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

[wishing so bad to vaguepost but not wanting to send harassment after anyone] i saw a post. and it was bad.

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

good smut is really a character study and that is final. i need it to be about vulnerability i need it to be about trust or lack thereof and most of all i need it to be emotional agony. thats what sex is for

if it isn’t even a little bit about the monstrous potential of intimacy when paired with hedonism or a dissection of guilt-related neuroticisms regarding sexuality… unacceptable. how am i meant to jork my pingus in these conditions

the belief i have in my ability to carry any amount of stuff home if i am equipped with my backpack and two reusable totes is hubristic to a degree that the achaeans fighting at troy could only have dreamed of