Anyone ever read/written a fantasy high fic where someone is struggling with germaphobia because I need the comfort of relating to my special interest in a specific way right now-
So much of my writing recently has been in messages and it's so funny to me. Like there can be a whole conversation between one section and another just because of message limits. It's so stupid
He's just like me fr fr
Poor old grizzly bear not a fan of a fan of thunder and lightning.
Hey can someone help me go back and time and ask who's fucking bright idea was it to stick all the bass and other low register instruments completely on the right fucking side of the theater with zero compensation on the other? RIP to the people on the left side I guess, fucking ridiculous here please enjoy my proposed solution
And is this train due in 0 minutes in the station with us right now?
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i always find it weird when people depict the batfam siblings as like perfectly understanding of each other traumas because YES but ALSO as someone with siblings 90% of our relationship is kinda just 'fuck it we ball' and 10% 'lets never talk about this ever' and i love that
I need more of the batfam acting like normal siblings in fics. Like you know that thing kids do when they’re stuck in the car for too long??
(In the same pretense as “I’m not touching you”)
Tim: I’m not even in crime alley
Jason: (pointing a gun at him) your foot is over the line
Tim: but I’m not in it
Jason: why are you even here??
Tim: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy
Hey Wolfy,
guess what I found at work today.
I'd like to know who thought this cookie cutter to be good idea, like, what was the thought process behind it?
God forbid I want to eat a cookie in the shape of Jesus on the cross