'her Necromancer's Mouth Was Still Puckered With A Sourness That Would've Impressed A Lemon' Is Just

'her necromancer's mouth was still puckered with a sourness that would've impressed a lemon' is just another way to say 'i was staring at my girlfriend's lips' i don't make the rules.

real i keep terrorizing everyone with full caps half sense making rambles random emojis just screaming

my ao3 comments are always so chaotic, like, genuinely, i apologise to everyone who has to read them. but the thing is, i am not capable of forming a serious coherent opinion without reaction pictures, stims and/or screaming so. that's the problem ig.

they're unhealthily co dependant. they're enemies. they're lovers. they're best friends. they're each other's everything. they hate each other. they love each other. they want to kill each other. they wouldn't survive without each other. they're each other's fucking undoing. they've been doomed by the narrative right from the very start, they were destined to break apart, they never had any future together, they were always stolen moments. and yet they loved each other, even if it was just a cruel dream, or maybe a seductive nightmare- for a split second, they loved each other and that didn't change anything that didn't change their stories that didn't save them from being doomed but the love was there. it would always be there. it didn't change anything, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. i didn't say their names but they popped in your head didn't they.

defending evil and hated female characters online is a full time job and i clock in every single morning.

going through it (started reading jwqs)

'liking a post does nothing but send a notification to op-' ok what if that notif makes op's day. what if it makes them feel special and giddy and famous. what then.