Don't prod the beach rubble.

one thing i love about tjlcitas (no matter the current fandom) is that whatever dissenting opinions or headcanons they seemingly might have contradicting the rest of fandom, one cannot deny: a tjlcita’s source is always The Text. i can always trust a tjlcita’s perception and understanding of any narrative or any character to be deeply informed by what is factually sound. the tjlcita is a lover of evidence… a perpetual Pointer Outer... a tjl-cee-ta? no. a tjl-cite-a 🧐📚

guten morgen all im thinking about harris lugging sad kicked dog troy around his familys apple farm and taking him room to room trying to bring the light back to his eyes so as a last resort harris brings back to the kitchen to sample a red delicious and troy emotes for the first time after taking a bite of it. hes like What the fuck was that? That was horrible! and harris says theres only a couple rd trees on the farm for the perverts who enjoy it. harris pats his head while troy spits out the apple into the sink and gives him a pink lady as an apology

Tag your favourite flower, fruit, colour, scent, season and tea!

"not even Rozanov wants to see someone hurt like that" is such a sad fucking line. He's literally a sweet empathetic loving boy forced into the role of an aloof coldhearted fuckboy to sell tickets. Devastating.

i'll be at the club wondering what my tumblr mutuals are getting upto i hope they're doing good