New Ask Game

god i love fanfiction

"frankenstein's monster"? um. uh actually. he's not- *holding back tears* please say 'the creature' he's not actually a monster!! he's just a little very tall guy who didn't ask to be born!!! *sniff* he's literally just- why are you calling him a monster???!? it's people like you who made him turn to violence! he's not .... he's not a monster!! *breaks down crying*

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

i am listening as fast as i can you guys

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love being semi/non-verbal while on vacation with people eho expect me to talk to them. guys. please

WHEN I SING YOU SING HARMONIIIIES!!!!!!!

mtf and ftm solidarity is me, the one who hates their boobs letting my beloved mtf friend (who is like 30cm taller than me) put their head on my boobs because it makes her feel small and happy

consider: colorblind jon

colorblind jon who doesn’t know much about his father, but he knows his father was colorblind too, and it’s something that links them, a family trait remaining long after his father is gone

colorblind jon who has grown accustomed to giving strangers lectures that are probably far longer than needed about deuteranopia and x-linked genes and how there’s a difference between being colorblind and not seeing any color, he can tell that’s blue just fine, thanks

colorblind jon who gets teased by tim in research the day he comes in wearing lime green trousers because “how could you think those go together, honestly? where did you even get those? is there a market for lime green work clothes i didn’t know about?” and then the next week tim comes in wearing an outfit that’s entirely lime green and jon only knows because sasha comments on it

colorblind jon who could swear he sees flashes of something when he reads the statements, and he doesn’t know what it is but it’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, this whole job is wrong somehow and denial will only take him so far

colorblind jon who comes across (not-)sasha leaving notes in green text on red paper and he shouldn’t be able to read them, he knows that, but if he squints and strains his eyes enough he can make out what they say, and somehow that’s even worse than them being entirely illegible

colorblind jon who stares at the admiral’s eyes for minutes on end while trying to work up the courage to ask georgie if they’ve always been that color (and deep down inside he already knows the answer, knows that the only thing that has changed is his own perception)

colorblind jon having a breakdown in georgie’s place because colorblindness isn’t supposed to work like that, you don’t just get over it one day, except that jon did

colorblind jon who asks casually for that green pen you’ve got right there and feels tim staring at him as he hands it over, doesn’t realize what’s set him off until the argument starts in earnest

colorblind jon who gains a color and loses a piece of his humanity and would much rather have it be the other way around, really

no i have never done a single drug in my life yes i do have a backpack with the devils lettuce design on it