Bet He Didn't Saw That Coming

reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels

I’m trying to prove a point

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"

The Hannigram brainrot is real. My new hyper fixation, worming it’s way into every thought. I have not been able to move on and now I am consuming every piece of it I can find like a starved animal.

praying that the magnus protocol will be even gayer and transer than the magnus archives. amen

not me walking into Oxfam for some fun secondhand clothes and leaving with a screaming vase, a bearskin rug, a chandelier, a massive gramophone, a rocking horse, a leaky grandfather clock, a defaced encyclopedia, several abstract paintings, two soiled crinoline dresses, a chaise longue filled with sand, a taxidermied vulture, a rusty printing press, used medical equipment, some sort of leather kite, a curved brass telescope, a wheelbarrow full of shifting fossils, an armful of swords, a few lengths of rope, a bathtub full of moldy food, a stack of old dental retainers, a brace of half-butchered pheasants, a jar of pickled hands, a diving suit full of sawdust, a broken picnic hamper, a bloodstained china set, a jar of imperial coins, and a gun.

remember kids

Artist 🎨: @vhsdogs

blink and you'll miss it

Reblog to give an asexual a treat