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Me waking up: I want to write
Me eating breakfast: I want to write
Me getting ready for work: I want to write
Me at work: I want to write
Me eating lunch: I want to write
Me driving home: I want to write
Me at home, sitting in front of my laptop:
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Hey did you know that you can’t escape fatphobia even after death? The article talks about how these donated bodies are used for first year anatomy students to study the body, and how the 'perfect' body for that should be 170-180 pounds.
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me, playing LiS1 again to manifest an alive Chloe in LiS:DE
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Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."
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Plush can be you, a sona, some mix, whatever I just wanna know what makes you marketable
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hello, it's glen. i'm currently out of money and need groceries and meds so please consider commissioning me (check out my art here) or donating. if you can't, a reblog will also be very appreciated <3
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HAPPY LET PAPYRUS SAY FUCK DAY (official edition)
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life isnt a race theres still time to do the things i want to do im still young im not behind in life i have time i have time i have time i have time
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Absolute magical moment driving home. Going down a dark parkway. See something moving on the side of the road so I slow down. Two 20-something dudes in weirdly matching tank tops and gym shorts carrying a dead deer along the side of the road, one guy holding the front legs the other guy moving the back. Not just like moving it out of the street, they were fully walking to destinations unknown with deer corpse in tow. No vehicles parked anywhere along the road. No fucking idea what they were doing with it. Both dudes looking directly into the headlights with blank expressions. One guy had sunglasses on his forehead. Dead deer eyeshine catching the light. “In Your Eyes” Peter Gabriel blasting from my car the whole time which isn't directly relevant but really added to the experience.
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as a child being told "the moon controls the tides" with no additional explanation was like. oh okay. you want me to believe in magic? you're talking about magic right now? okay. fine
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Apparently a part of the reason why farmed bees stay in the beehives that humans build for them is because the farm hives are safer and sturdier. I don't know how a busy Discord server's worth of bugs that only have one brain cell each would logically conclude that the humans protect them from outside threats, illness and parasites, but if I understood right, the bees would be free to move away and build a new nest somewhere else any time they'd want, and they simply choose not to.
You know how in almost every culture, people have some concept of "if I sacrifice something that I made/grew/produced to the Gods, they will ward me and my harvest from evil"?
So, in a way, don't the bees willingly sacrifice a part of their harvest to an entity not only far greater than them, but nearly beyond their comprehension, in exchange for protection against natural forces wildly outside of their own control?
So tell me, beekeepers, what are you to your bees, if not a mildly eldritch God?
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