The Final Frontier

the strongest bond is probably pad wings to themselves. the weakest is probably pad wings to your underwear

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

I mean, in some very interesting Technically Correct ways, they didn't actually die? Now, they're very much no longer alive. But the forces involved are such that they didn't get any of the usual cellular processes of death, they simply went from biology to physics in less time than it takes a signal to travel down your optic nerve.

also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.

none of you understand what character playlists are supposed to be anymore. this is not a “what the character would listen to” situation this is not a random song order whatever feels right type of thing YOU DONT GET IT. you are supposed to tell a story . you are supposed to cultivate a vibe . each song needs to flow into the next so well you wonder how theyre not same artist. you need a list of songs in custom order with lyrics that make you think of your blorbo and then you throw up. do you get it? do you understand ?? SHAKES YOU . 

reblog and put in the tags that AU you haven't written yet

*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God.

luv how male animals gotta fucking dance around and cry and shit for female attention and sex. and then men irl complain about fat women and body hair like get on ur fucking knees and beg me actually

like these tarantulas dude?? the male has to tap out a rhythm she likes and if she doesn’t?? she’ll literally eat him.