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realest thing ive heard all week 😭

also srry for disappearing for like a week 😘

i’ve been getting hit with the want to snuggle with a guy while we watch movies and fall asleep real hard the past couple nights

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

being a little kid was so funny bc you could literally just say somethint like “I think everybody should get along and share :-)” and all the adults in your life would go oh GODDDD STUUUPIIIIDD!!!!!!!! STUPID FUCKING KID ALERT!! Don’t uou know when you grow up you have to face the Government Mandated 100000 Wild boar Attack

may I introduce (russian) ashkenazi jewish simon petrikov or would this be a bad time

Why fic no climb out of my head and lie down in paper? Why must I write fic? ☹

I’m s4s silly for silly :)

“all my comfort characters have killed someone at least once” is actually a statistical error. most of my comfort characters have never killed anyone. Murders Bill, who lives in the nightmare realm and has killed like 7 trillion people, is an outlier adn

otherwise interesting post ruined by the bold insistence that you can never accidentally abuse someone & that all abusive people are self-aware evil masterminds

i used to love jokes about canes/crutches users referring to them as their additional legs. but THIS IS NO JOKE ANYMORE.

i almost feel every step of my cane. my wrist? i feel it's more of like my knee. what do you mean i have two legs? no, i have three. yes, third one starts at my shoulder, why?

oh, i need two free hands for something... *sarcastic thought* yeah let me just pull out my second arm. *realizing i actually do have a second arm* oh well...

sometimes i just don't realize i'm holding a cane. i don't realize i can stop holding it. my fingers are glued to the handle, thanks for asking.

today, i was sitting down and thought that i needed to re-tie my shoe laces. i made knots tighter on first shoe. second shoe. then i got puzzled because where's the third shoe.

yes it IS my third leg now. she's adopted.

butch wolverine but the only thing that's different is that she has a carabineer