so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though
I usually have two or more sets of headcanons with characters Headcanon A: what I think realistically Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious
do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely
like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day
sure whatever. computer activate white woman mode
no way tf2 finally have a film
hello fellow mouthwashers
gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with toby rogers tonight. Stay informed.
this is so fuckin funny
an accomplice turned victim his apology, long overdue