The Common Hatred

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

never be good at your job. it's a trap. they'll just give you more and harder stuff to do and it'll pull you away from your true passion of writing gay fanfiction for people on the internet

Well, well, well. If it isn't the consequences of someone else's actions that I am directly impacted and severely affected by

i understand that it's unreasonable to expect a band on world tour to play in every country in the world but i do think they should only be allowed to call it a world tour if they play in every continent. we need to make it embarrassing to say world tour and then not even step foot in africa

How does it feel to have conceptualized the perfect Spider-Man trailer op

If you're comfortable accusing anyone of faking disability, you're not a real ally to disabled people

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

unfortunately i can never hate on a "power of friendship" narrative no matter how corny because the thing is it's literally real

OK I'm in the pussy 👍. Now what

you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and it’s like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. that’s how god keeps you humble

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

more and more I’m seeing the sentiment “why would you write about (fictional character) in pain and at their lowest point???” and it shows such a fundamental misunderstanding of fiction, like as a concept

we’re the only animals that know what will happen later in the day