Au Where Everything Is The Same But This Is The PSU Foxes Goalie Uniform

I truly hate the word "unalive." There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.

ao3 being down feels like getting cut off by the bartender

if time travel existed i'd try to get banned from specific historical events. not because i want to be a jackass but because i think it'd be funny to have something like "not allowed within 10 years of the jfk assassination" on my public record.

Tim: *doubled over in pain*

Damian: he’s faking it

the film poster john saw was goncharov and arthur didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s a made up movie

Neil and Andrew have never met, but their cats—Sir and King—decide today is the day that changes. When Neil’s disaster of a cat, King, leads Sir astray, it’s a showdown of sarcasm and simmering tension in the least likely of places: an alleyway cat hunt.

Part 1 of AFTG Flufftober 2024

Neil knows how to follow directions-- until Andrew starts giving them. Suddenly, "left" means "right," and Kevin's smug superiority is crumbling as fast as Neil's ability to keep a straight face.

Part 2 of AFTG Flufftober

that post that's like everyone in w359 fucking hates each other until they introduce a new crew member upon which they band together and hate the new guy is soooo true but it's funniest with kepler. that bitch stuck to his guns for nearly the ENTIRE show he lost a hand and jacobi and command and maxwell and he was still talking about the big picture but rachel young takes one step onto the hephaestus and he's like actually fuck you i have morals now

the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?

thinking about the dichotomy between The Vast and The Buried lads