No One Talk 2 Me I Must Recover In My Deep Dark Hole

how it feels giving all ur favorite characters ur own characteristics

I’m functioning. But like… in a haunted house kind of way.

"Oh no, they're too WEIRD to be part of the queer commu-" BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK "QUEER" MEANS?!?!

illnesses are actually objectively fucking hilarious though because imagine like ur doin ur thing then some motherfucker in a shitty fake moustache tries to come through and is like Hello. I am a Cell from this Body. Can I do my job please adn ur like yeah surwaaaaaaait a damn minute ur nit one of our guys but then by that time theres MORE motherfuckers in dhitty fake moustaches trying to rob u of everything u own (a working body) so u end up having to blow the entire place up with dynamite to get rid of everything . and then u rebuild things and its fine. effervescent

man. shoplifting in the 70s must have been so easy. no cameras in sight only living in the moment

one time i was in an olive garden bathroom and my packer fell out of my shorts and this ten year old boy just looked at me with absolute terror and without thinking i said "that's what happens when you don't eat your vegetables" later i saw him eating salad at a speed no human should be capable of

sometimes a trans headcanon is 5 pages of careful textual analysis and reasoning and sometimes it's "i know this doesn't make sense but it's my favourite character and i get to decide the gender" and sometimes you have both within the same media and that's beautiful.

no language should be mocked other than french

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