Friends described living under the Trump Administration as being slowly beaten to death by a rubber chicken.
It still hurts. It's still painful. But you keep hearing a synthetic BAWWW every time it hits you as a constant reminder of how it's the stupidest possible way to die.
not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.
subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update
you really can write whatever you want
As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this
nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au
“jesus died for you” well i didn’t ask him to do that and my therapist says i am not responsible for other peoples actions
Davrin's done! Up next for a dishonored style portrait is Neve :) Emmrich | Lucanis | Neve | Bellara