Burn, baby, burn

Those are his fledglings man

I can't stop thinking about the fuckin spectacles yall. Olruggio and his acts of service. The intimacy in the way he holds them, delicate and careful but also competent, assessing. The proxy. The aching tenderness inherent in the action of repairing them, the worry, the feeling of helplessness, the "let me help let me help let him be okay please please" of it all, and how again and again that instinct is what leads Olly to key clues, to discovering the truth. To their continuous tragedy and doom!! He loves that man CRAZYYYYYY. HE'S SOOOOO GONEZOOOO.

crucified

^ loser with zero game

^ how she's acting while she's out here crushing on women who won't even give her the time of day

the butchiest other fish on the island, lutjanice my red snapper, is normal as hell and lives in a garage and hasn't gotten up to any love-triangle shenanigans at all yet. so it's not a "butch being insane over hot femmes" thing, it's a "tunnifer is an idiot" thing

you want to be mommy's weird potato, don't you, Brian? you want to skip and somersault like a good jester

listen it won’t play out this way but I like to imagine that qifrey thinks it would

Pet dragon 🐲 [by Ryoko Kui]

garry

they did this for no reason