Ya know, the dark underbelly

i wish someone would pet and love me unconditionally like a dog (remembers people follow me and see my posts) ive actually never cared about or wanted anything

"this movie doesn't hold up bcos of dated special effects :(" to you, maybe. i would clap at a bat on a string

reblogs are back on for october! limited edition

get a load of this! (cool fresh autumn air)

Turns out somebody recording prayer intentions in the 70s is the only person who’s ever truly understood me

your weird obsession with moral purity is degrading your critical thinking skills and poisoning your ability to empathize with other people btw

everything sucks all the time but i try to tell myself maybe this will make a good story of perseverance through hardship when i finally become happy and successful in my 30s or 40s or 50s 👍 or 60s . or

A modern adaptation of Dracula where you keep seeing Jonathan Harker’s face on bus stop bench ads for his realtor office.

#“This client doesn’t seem to exist online; a bit strange. But he’s elderly so it’s not that unusual” -Jonathan about to make a mistake – @capslockdoesntexpressmyjoy

I was about to joke about Quincey Morris still being a cowboy, but then it occurred to me that he’s not actually a cowboy in the source material, is he? He’s the wealthy heir of a Texas ranch-owning family who just acts like an Old West cowboy. If anything, that’s even more plausible today than it was in 1897.

today marks the one year anniversary of roach adding this truck to my post, discussion of which has since dominated the notes

Irene Adler’s from New Jersey. She should hit Holmes with a truck.

A lot of people genuinely believe that permanent disability isn't a thing that happens to good people who work hard and make responsible choices. A lot of people genuinely think that we get the life we work for and deserve. And this is definitely part of the explanation for why ableism is so prevalent

walk into the local in a skirt and a guy calls me a “fucking faggot”, and i explain to him that im actually a femboy not a trans woman and he says “oh sorry lad, so you still relate to masculinity in some sort of way” and im like yeah and hes like “sorry mate” and im like ur fine honestly happens all the time and hes like “buy you a drink?” and one turns into two turns into three and he’s hilting in me in the mens and im panting and my mascara’s running and my tits are bouncing and my skirt’s up over my little estrogenated ass and he says “good girl” and i moan and he says “i fucking knew it” and clatters my head off the wall and i go down and he doesnt even have the good grace to finish on my unconscious body hes so mad. anyway can you pick me up i have a concussion

pealse stop debating what important point im making in the notes and come pick me upim relally dizzy and when i tried to stand up i threq up eveyrhwere and irs in my hairrrrrrr :(