ive got at least one terminally online tumblrina with niche knowledge advising me at all times
if i ever dip my toes back into flirting with people irl, it’s not going to be @ anyone who doesn’t live at least 2 hours away in a small town i’ve never heard about.
i think my beef with marriage should be a defining character trait the fandom overuses until it’s not funny anymore
when ever I start hearing the horns of the apocalypse I just say out loud to myself "the tumpet. bwaaa" and it makes me feel better every time
the “object has a piece of their owners soul in it either intentionally or from being loved so much, so now it’s sentient” obsession is still going on but it’s horny now. needed to say this while everyone else is beefing on MY blog so it scares em away or something.
if you know me irl, you’re not allowed to say anything about my alter posting ^_^
we can do did better than [redacted], but we can’t do anything about the loyal dumb dog comparison.
and on that note, good smart alters don’t let the host become addicted to adrenaline.
i think gym rats need a few lazy hedonist fatties in their circle
i mean this in the gentlest possible way but if 75% of what you're posting for a given fandom is fuming rage spirals then maybe just maybe it's time to take a step back and consider whether or not you're actually having any fun with this optional thing you do for fun