Anyone Want To Hang Out With Me In The Bhaal Pit?

it's giving princess celestia

yeah sure sometimes i'll check out a hot guy's ass. and sometimes their abs. and sometimes i'll get really sexually aroused by him but confuse that feeling for envy? but then it'll be fine 'cause he'll say one nice thing to me. oh and once in a while i'll befriend him until he can't imagine his life without me and i can't imagine my life without him and i fall in love with his son and eventually start coparenting with him. and like, i'll definitely freak out at the thought of ever losing him, for real. like he'll come close to dying a couple of times and i just lose my shit, haha. and then he adds me to his will in case anything DOES happen to him. and sometimes his house is the only place that feels like home, so much so that i'll fall asleep on his couch in two seconds flat when i can't even fall asleep in my bed. haha. but that's like, normal, so.

I read a fic once where Dean and Cas fuck after Dean finally goes to heaven and like…yeah it was hot or whatever who cares but…..it started with Dean driving around Heaven in his Impala and then Cas suddenly appearing in the driver’s seat shouting, “TETANUS?!?!?! REALLY?!?!!! AFTER EVERY THING, YOU LET IT BE A RUSTY FUCKING POLE?!?!?!”

And like, pop off, hotwings. You’re so right. That ending was dumb as hell.

wiwiwi

i didnt get it. i played fo4. hancock. i get it.

How I’ve been welcoming the new Fallout fans:

eh, we weren’t that close anyway

that scene of monica in the balcony telling a pedestrian to come to her apartment so chandler could fight him for telling her to shut up about her engagement is so draco coded

and harry WOULD go crazy if draco had a secret locked closet he didn’t know the contents of (ron thinks its flesh eating spiders)

and hermione and pansy as phoebe and rachel

Wait. I think I’ve figured it out. Selenopolis story reveals:

- there is another human from earth in the spiral

- she uses she/her

- she arrived after the YW did

- her existence was revealed in *selen*opolis

It’s been staring at us in the face all along.

Tyler Knott Gregson. Wildly into the Dark: Typewriter Poems and the Rattlings of a Curious Mind

eddie diaz | the prophecy