just found the most insane rosekiller/past bartylus fic idea in my notes app. it’s gonna be all over for everybody if i ever decide to write it
me: yeah i know a little bit of latin
the latin: cubitum eamus??
Recent Midnight Mass com, finished my third rewatch a little bit ago and the concept's been bouncing around in my head for a while.
i will forgive you, but i can never forget. This alone is my deepest secret and my darkest flaw.
how do i let people know that fall is my favorite season, not in a pumpkin spice way but in a “the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks” kind of way?
watching the last episode of midnight mass right before church on a sunday was perhaps not my smartest idea…
For years i was made to feel like i live in a perpetual winter.
It’s March now, and the leaves have started to grow back…
i cannot merely read words, i must consume. give me a sentence and watch as i carve it into my bones, tucked safely right over my heart
If i had a nickel for every time i cried my way through the last episode of a mike flannigan series, i would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened two times
sofia (they/them)dead wizards and a morbid longing for the picturesque
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