Want To Be Clear That If I Ever Talk About A Headcanon And Then Later Discuss A Headcanon That Is Directly

hmm. potential.

an idea i had i think tumblr would like

also velrisa would be a vampire hunter. in this essay i will

NO!!!! Characters accepting their sexuality will kill the patient.... She needs deep repression narratives to live

the dagger holster stays on during sex

standing in my kitchen wearing wet jeans eating stove corn just how life be just living my best world

running a mutual aid clothing drive rn and we just finished our winter clothing drive and i got a last minute donation of men’s winter coats- which is great! men’s clothes are really hard to find especially in larger sizes like this and these items are usually the first to move when i set up for distribution.

the problem is they all REEK of cigarettes. like not a gentle tobacco smell, a DEEP smell of, like, end of the pack, straight filter kinda smoke. does anyone have any advice on getting the smell out? the items have to be boxed up for a few days while waiting for distribution if that changes anything.

I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public

shoko it’s never a good idea to have your first blunt alone

dream (nightmare) blunt rotation michael mell and riz gukgak

also song of solomon 6:3 (the neon orange line) is “i am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.” and it was the very first connection i drew. it doesn’t get the smeary-edged overlap every other overlapped line does. i just wanted to say that. because it makes me insane.

hey is this anything

(fated relationship chart)

@parallasso …do u remember this w/us lmao

Good morning to every Fated writer who wrote Velrissa, Silnan, or any variation of Br’aad with too many a’s, not enough, or the ‘ in the wrong spot :) you are the backbone of our society

a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.