today i found another pair of my absolute holy grail jeans that i had in high school approximately 6 years ago that i wore until i had ripped and patched the crotch and ass three times and literally could not get them on anymore in exactly one size bigger while i was thrifting.
reblog for good luck at your local thrift store
You knew the truth. There were plenty of supplies, they were slowly weeding out the undesirables. The queer. The disabled. Anyone who didnt fit the cut and dry rules in the little black book. Jokes on them though you figured since the surface, while dangerous and wild is perfectly livable and habited. Guess the fucking cult lied about more then just the resources.
The underground society known as the Community, the last known surviving humans on Earth, are facing a serious resource crisis. In order to survive, they must make a grim decision, one person must leave each year. You got the least amount of votes. You must now go up to the unlivable surface.
I DIP MY CARROTS IN YOGURT
it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore
hihihihihihihihihihhihihihhihhi im a dark shadow fictionkin
its so hard to find people w the same kin source help
mha fictionkins . PULL UP!!!
i am a deku fictionkin
It makes you mad when you find out. The name on your tomb stone is not yours, well it was once but not at the time you died. Your deadname. The people responsible are long dead though and honestly you've never been one for revenge. So you cry.
They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven’t had your “third” death. You decide to find out why.
YOU hate JK Rowling!
(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)
ayyyy mood
what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory
pls find this, i need to know juni.
does anyone remember which fic it was where izuku was ummm... abused? homeless? maybe a bit time-traveling or dimension traveling? and im pretty sure there was dadzawa as well (of course-)
and that sounds like a hundred different fics but the important detail here is that izuku had a pet/friend slug named juni. juni the slug. juni was amazing. juni had a quirk im sure, like she could speak with izuku and all. im fairly certian izuku also often wore scarves, and juni liked to hide in the scarves to always be with him??
anyway, does anyone by chance remember which fic this was?
I love the feral deku posts, when ever we come across one we just slowly glance at Izu
He eats shirts when he's anxious.