As The Irish Friend Who Had The Jonah Hating Headcannon I Wanna Say Ur Post Abt Irish Jonah Is Really

As a fandom why did we give the crack ships the best names and the turn to the main canon romance and just go "Jmart yeah that'll do"

an interactable crochet dissected rat i made a while ago

i've never seen a more disgusted live chat than when the prince took a whiff of that shoe. truly a defining moment.

OKAY SO I THOUGHT MAYBE I WOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR MY BOYFRIEND AND SHOW HIM THE GORGEOUS MAN THAT IS CURT MEGA AS TADIUS BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD APPRECIATE HIM.

BUT NO. HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE KILL AND ATTACKED HIS HAIRLINE. I was in shock my friends. Utterly shocked.

'life to the fullest' by arman, 1960 in on everyone's lips: the oral cavity in art + culture - uta ruhkamp (2020)

tbh I can't stop thinking about how i went into Hadestown being like "this is a tragic love story based on a greek myth I enjoy :)" and I came out the other side covered in blood being like "this is a thesis about how capitalism inevitably leads to both personal and global ruin, and so we are duty bound to resist it even as we lose, again and again and again. no matter how impossible it feels or how many times we fail and hit a wall and fall, we try again"

now that i think about it, jonathan harker would’ve been a great character in frankenstein. he’s so completely oblivious to dracula’s red flag parade that he’d probably completely avert the creature’s murderous rampage by accidentally befriending him after spending a page and a half writing about some weirdly tall homeless guy with daddy issues he ran into

ah ha ha no girl don't use Vampirism, Religion, and/or Cannibalism as a metaphor for all consuming love and obsession you're so sexy ah ha

Ford has gotten too used to talking to himself and not at all used to other people being around to hear it

Bonus:

was scrolling through the "the mechanisms was Jon Archivist's college band" tags on ao3 and misread "martin finds out Jon is the lead singer of his favorite band" as Melanie, and i honestly think that would be a hundred times funnier. imagine your eldritch boss who you fucking hate but sounds vaguely familiar asks what you're listening to one day out of awkward obligation to make British Small Talk and you roll your eyes and tell him he probably doesn't know them and then you drop their name and he goes very still and flushes and suddenly Jonny D'Ville is speaking in your airpods and you're looking at your boss (who again, you fucking hate) and your world crashes and burns