I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

I hope they’re having a nice life

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

i hate it when people say all men are evil, partially because gender essentialism is bullshit, but mostly because i personally am actually working really hard to be evil in unique and refreshing ways, and by acting like it's a quality innate to my gender you're dismissing all the time and effort i've put in.

scientists are experimenting on cross-breeding a crab and a cheetah; things could go sideways real fast

you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid

the enemy of my enemy is also my enemy I fucking hate that guy

I just felt someone Z-target me

[clearly circle-strafing you] don't be ridiculous