Does anyone else just lay in bed for an hour or so before they fall asleep and generate their own fanfictions? And they are super elaborate and you just sit and go through it and wasting precious sleeping time. Reblog if u do.
It's finals week and I need something to cheer me up
Hey guys. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE who reblogs this post BY MAY 5TH 2019 will be getting a small monster design based on your blog theme, name, or profile picture. Let’s go.
Oh dear, you're so innocent and naive...
Whoa there Netflix! I think that might be a little too dark for me…
You stole that from Robin in Young Justice
I’ve been overwhelmed. I’ve been underwhelmed… Have I ever been whelmed?
Thank you. This is exactly how I feel. Stuff like this is the reason I get on Tumblr, to see I'm not alone on these things, that I'm not a freak, and that there are other people who feel the same. F#?$ other people and their rules about what's "normal" or not.
Sorry if that got a little weird, I'm just bein' honest here.
Does anyone else have that one fanfiction that they’re dying to to write but it’s like, mega long and basically a whole universe, and then you’ve got head-cannons to go with that fanfiction and like fanfiction to go with that fanfiction an back-stories for every character and you get frikin’ feels about that universe and it’d be the most coolest thing if you could just be bothered to frikin’ write it.
The frickin' Doctor making fun of Donald Trump. This is the reason I wish to continue in this plane of existence. Thank you
Oh dear god, I’m sorry but I’d murder any one of you to go to this exhibit
The team at the Worcester Art Museum dug deep into the their collection of 35,000 objects to unearth and better understand cat imagery through the ages.
Oh, and one part of the exhibit includes adoptable, live cats.
“One risk this project has is that it’s too cute,” said Jon Seydl, head of curatorial affairs at the museum.
Cue the cuteness.
Updated with the correct spelling of Worcester. We regret the error.
Holy fudging cow poop, what the H E double hockey stick, this frazzlin' killed me. You have no idea the kind of will power it is taking me not to matamorphasize into a sailor and use every word my mother would've beat my buttocks raw if she heard when I was little.
This sounds like the fanfiction 13-year-old me read when she was a horny teenager for the very first time. But seriously, I know this is really messed up, but... am I the only one who wants to know how this ended? No? Okay, I'm trash, I get it.
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.