Tostitrolx - Matecito

i hope they explode

Shermie!

warhorse: and then the two knights' naked blades crossed gently in the light of the guttering fire, their alignment composing a sultry -- but classic, and I think you'll agree, tasteful! -- metaphor for the romantic consummation act, as is traditional, in reference to the homeric roles of lover and beloved

hans: visibly being dicked down in the background

the unfortunate thing is that i fear kcd2 has ruined game romances for me forever, including its own minor/sideline romances. like no thanks champ. no i will not do your stupid fucking playersexual kissing side quest. you mean nothing to me. i'm sorry, you want me to give you your Special Item to unlock your backstory? why. who are you to me. are you my one reprieve from the tragedy of my old life and the polestar of my new one? do you pettily piss me off or childishly delight me so much i have remembered how to have a normal day again? are we now so thoroughly burned into the woodwork of each other's lives that we would rather perish than imagine returning to a life without the other? have you grown into your manhood and your understanding of a person's worth with me??? no you have not! i will not be pressing x to fuck!

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

every day i mourn mother mother / lemon demon / will wood being disregarded as "cringe tween tiktok transmasc music". because like 1. who gives a shit 2. all of thewse bands are genuinely so fuckking good plea.se why would you do this .please. please why god please

Hannibal (2013-2015)

After a while of liking and rebloging kcd2 stuff, tumblr starts to show me things from my other fandoms :( its like its saying plz stop

my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor