My Friend And I Decided That In A DSMP Batman AU, BBH Would Be Bruce Wayne, Sapnap Would Be Dick Grayson,

When will I get to be the sexy villain that lounges on an ornate throne, smirking evilly in a way that makes the protagonist’s mouth go dry as they start to question what they’re willing to risk for a single touch, and at the end I leave my empire to be with the protagonist but I never leave my evil ways behind and they still accept me for it because I want to live in that world

I saw fanart of Mr. Will You Do the Fandango and now I can’t breathe I’m simping too hard

SCREW THE HATERS

I LOVE MYSELF

I LOVE THAT I PHYSICALLY REACT TO MY THOUGHTS BY IMMEDIATELY HIDING MY FACE AND I LOVE THAT I SHIP MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND I LOVE HOW EXCITED I GET OVER MY FANDOMS AND I LOVE HOW MUCH I TALK AND I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO ALSO LOVES THAT ABOUT ME

Sometimes I want to text my friends happy things, but then I wonder if they’re feeling like being happy, and maybe they’re actually having a bad day and I shouldn’t be happy while they’re sad, so sometimes I don’t text my friends at all.

Imagine your f/o singing the last song that you listened to

My little brother found another alpaca of a similar design at a thrift shop, and now my alpaca has a neon orange trans girlfriend.

I was talking to my brother about some of my stuffed animals, and I realised that I unintentionally made them pretty diverse. So far we have

• a lesbian alpaca

• a pyromaniac nonbinary sheep with he/they pronouns

• a gay eldritch abomination disguised as a bear

• an aroace immortal sheep in a constant state of childhood innocence despite its previous canon lore of being known for manipulative tactics (all for good reasons)

• and the ally teddy bear

Someone find me a cute man that adores me and thinks I’m his world so that I can show him all the affection he deserves and all his friends will be so happy he’s found someone.

There was this guy that I became friends with in my junior year of high school, and I started sitting at his table at the same time that our biology class was doing a project that involved growing bacteria, and he sat right in front of the oven we kept the bacteria in and it always smelled so weird at that table so for the longest time I thought the odd smell was the bacteria, but then when I saw him again the next year in the hall I realised that no actually that was just how he smelled

The depth of emotion fantasy can invoke is sometimes overwhelming, especially when coupled with a good soundtrack. Love and hate and fear and peace, longing and comfort, shame and pride, pain and satisfaction, to know it so profoundly through the eyes of words or colors weaved into lies is to know humanity. You’re in physical pain, aching for a world that doesn’t exist, a home you’ve never seen, and a life you’ve never lived. You tremble when something goes horribly wrong, and gasp when something goes amazingly right. You squeal when a relationship works because you know and love them and you know they’ll make each other happy.

They’re not real. They can never exist. But to watch a situation fall apart makes you sob until your core feels empty and you want to curl up and pray that things will be alright. And then to finally feel that victory makes you cry in joy and relief, makes you fall over and laugh as you hug the book close to your chest or clutch the edge of the computer as you lay there for a while to just exist and know what it is to live.

And months later, when you pick it up once more, you can fall in love all over again.

How cool is that?

The only revenge I ever got:

Me: I think I’m autistic.

Coworker: No you’re not. Trust me, my brother is autistic so I know what it looks like.

*after the coworker has left and come back a year later*

Me: Hey do you remember that conversation we had last year about me not being autistic?

Coworker: Yeah?

Me: I got diagnosed. I am autistic. You were wrong.