What Do You Believe In Now?

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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My body is already an inhospitable environment, there’s no way a friggin baby would be able to survive in it

The Muppets Go Medieval would have gone HARD you can't deny that

I wrote Spirk PWP!

~Palm reading as foreplay

~Hand & Finger kink

~Orgasm delay/denial

Summary:  Spock knows he should decline, should return to his own room to meditate. But then Jim takes a half step closer and looks up at him with such delight as he murmurs, “Unless you’re scared I’ll prove you wrong.”

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It has come time to post my fic for @birdofpreyzine! If you enjoy in-universe exploration of the various reaches of quirk discrimiation in your Hawks Bird Traits headcanons, give it a look!

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