for a second i thought the two guys said "this is a message for your superiors" and then shot each other instead of him
you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
fuck it sure
OH BOY GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!
*talking loudly on the phone next to you on the bus* what do you MEAN my homunculus is transitioning
daily affirmations: you'll slay that job interview. you're gonna walk into that interview room and cut the interviewer in half, as well as the table, with one clean swing. you won't leave a soul alive in there. blood on the walls and everything
going carmilla mode on her a-cups
House MD + text posts pt. ∞
any story featuring a Special Class of Disposable Boy (mech pilot child soldiers, science experiment psychic kids, living bioweapon, etc etc) is a transfeminine narrative whether the author intended for it to be or not
She/her, LARP doer, Warhammer and Gundam fan, that one reveal with Zane from Ninjago changed the trajectory of my life,Certified Scribblehub Eggfic Protagonist.
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