Don't prod the beach rubble.

Ilya Rozanov calling the Centaurs “everypony” because he saw the phrase online and thought it would be silly but when he says it the first time Luca Haas is killed instantly

that is actually my main principle of explicit fic is that the personalities stay On during sex.

more than one person has reblogged this saying "maybe its because im asexual that I agree with this" and i just want to say No Its Not as the op of this post who is extremely not asexual and jerks off to video pornography. Its probably something else.

just became aware of the notion that feelings are more like new email notifications dont turn them off probably but u dont have to click thru like some are just sales

I feel for everyone who isn’t having the time of their fucking lives with The Vampire Lestat. Every week I clap and cheer for the antics of the world’s saddest buzzword-laden bisexual crash-out diva and his crew of the least healed men to ever grace the small screen. The songs are cringe delightfully camp, the wigs are a nightmare, I’m living my best life, I’m loving every second. Why the fuck would you have a blood shower in your tour bus. The onscreen mother-son incest is only like the third wildest thing happening in any given episode. It’s insane. I never want it to end

Mitch McConnell has been sent to a nice farm out in the country where there's lots of open space to run around and lots of other senators for him to play with

the worst part of the fandom life cycle is when people are like “everyone keeps saying [thing that happens in canon or is strongly supported by canon traits and actions of the characters in the text], but ACTUALLY [thing that is the complete opposite and has no textual basis] is the real canon.” But you MUST persevere. Real character understanders will receive their reward in the divine for their steadfastness.

"omg i LOVE it when love between characters is so strong it overrides the boundaries of flesh and selfhood, merging them into some sort of (un)holy chimera" — person who's uncomfortable with the idea of permanently sharing a bedroom with someone else

When Shane Hollander AND Sidney Crosby exist in a fic together it’s like no. They absorbed each other in the womb. We only get one per universe.

in a way john watson is a fantasy (what if you had this brilliant enigmatic friend and what if he liked you in particular and what if he offered you the excitement of youth and adventures and a way out of boring society life and all without having to actually give up your status as a gentleman so you could have the best of both worlds) and in a way sherlock holmes is a fantasy (what if someone never got tired of you despite your various strange habits and mood swings and instead of simply tolerating you they genuinely liked you and what if you didn’t have to live alone forever and what if you never had to give up doing the things you love) and of course there’s the most fantastical part of it all (what if you could afford london housing prices)