Being A Private Investigator Is Gay As Hell. The Fuck Are You Investigating, Other Men's Privates??

hermes in hadestown is the exact opposite of an unreliable narrator. a tortured narrator. a little *too* reliable. incredibly aware of exactly what is happening at any given moment, vaguely spoiling it for you in the beginning, despairing every second of it. but ultimately motivated to continue to tell the story over and over and over with a smiling face for the sake of the audience, and for the sake of the characters themselves, singing it again to keep them alive. knowing how it will end, but singing it again so that the cycle may restart and eurydice may come back to life. enduring the misery of it all, over and over, holding the knowledge of what will come to pass but continuing anyway to see orpheus happy just one more time before it all goes down in flames again.

Ford knows exactly what to do when Bill’s freaking out :D

Audio from Sam and Max

another day in my gay little life. scrolling through my gay little phone

it’s completely acceptable to stay alive for tiny reasons. because you want to hear your favorite song one more time. because your dog will miss you if you leave. because the moon is just too pretty to never see again. because you haven’t seen the next season of a really good tv show. because you want to see the christmas lights this year. if you’re alive, you’re doing enough. if you’re surviving, i’m proud of you.

lazy mornings at the Last Drop ☕☀️

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

I'm not sure how to start posting about my original work but ....... what if I told you I have crazy stories to tell about robots . this is just a small glimpse into my twisted mind . this is going on on earth while other devious things are happening up in space regarding the mysterious man who made the mysterious robot army .......

uhhhh ... :3

"I asked ChatGPT--"

Yeah well, I asked the wasps nest in my attic. It sang its answer so beautifully to me, but I am so very afraid of it. Perhaps it will soothe my itching soul...

Nothing fancy, just a doodle I couldn't get out of my head shxsxjhwhjd

Peter realising the look in junos eye was moral indignation has burrowed itself into my psyche I care them so much

Let’s go brass players