In My Room. Straight Up "listening To It". And By "it", Haha, Well. Lets Justr Say. My Horror Pobcast

My favorite thing has been everyone showing off their pets! We really are the same "heres this random guy that lives in my house"

Okay so I got Rednote because I heard about the whole migration thing and I never bothered to sign up before, and the cultural exchange has just been really fascinating

the sweet and humble sudoku: here’s some numbers to get you started :) please enjoy my puzzle <3

the nefarious minesweeper: why don’t you just Guess. fucking Guess.

Don't think I've posted about my love for Helluva Boss on here so here my proclamation of love

Please scream with me about stolitz

Thinking about how one night, now that they’re actually in the same space as one another; Loona off to a party, Blitz will turn on the tv and play some smooth jazz.

He’ll do a little shimmy over to Stolas, cracking a smile as he holds his hands out, asking Stolas to dance with him.

Because Blitz saw at Verosika’s party how delighted and surprised Stolas was that someone had actually asked him to dance and Blitz never got that opportunity. (A very small (large) part of him also wants to show up that ‘bird stealing cock bag’ but that’s neither here nor there.)

Blitz will grab Stolas’s hands so gently, pulling him up out of the kitchen chair, smiling wider at the slight blush on Stolas’s cheeks as he pulls him in front of the couch.

At first, mainly because of their height differences, it’s a bit awkward, figuring out where hands go, but eventually Blitz places his hands on Stolas’s hips and just sways them back and forth, maybe adding a little twirl when he feels bold enough. Stolas runs his hands over Blitz’s horns.

They loose track of time, not even really moving to the beat of the songs anymore, just basking in the fact that they can finally touch one another, finally have a moment of peace to just exist together. To just be them. Just Stolas and Blitz.

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

*covered in blood* I'm literally fine guys. im still funny. Would you like to hear a joke Im going to tell you a joke

would you still love me if i was rendered in increasingly abstract ways to imply my progressing sense of disconnection from humanity

BTW today I met a person who's at least 50, uses they/it pronouns, and named themself Wyvern. It looks like if Santa was a biker and it plays D&D at the local library. Just a reminder that you can do whatever you want, forever.

Gordon and Jon sure have a lot in common for two guys who have nothing in common