A Very Franken Furter @frankle-biter-67 - Tumblr Blog

real intro post now

Hi! My name is Frankie, and I use he/they!

I used to be @ fanciest-sauce from like a year ago if y’all remember

I was also @new-york-for-real

anyway I’m 16 and I like a lot of different things such as

Classic lit, esp queer stories or authors (some favs are Ulysses, anythino by Oscar Wilde, three musketeers, Arthur Rimbaud, and many many MANY others)

British comedy like plebs, inbetweeners, Monty python, etc

I also love queer and/cult films such as RHPS, But I’m a Cheerleader, Boys Don’t Cry, etc

I ALSO LOVE GOOD OMENS AND KIDS IN THE HALL

Art🤩 I’m an artist and I also love seeing other people’s work

Music, especially classic rock and indie

And so much more!

live on the upper east us coast

I have a girlfriend

and yeah I love meeting new people and uh yeah

More interest in the tags

#mlp #queen #artists on tumblr #books #cats #the beatles #kurtis conner #history #queer #transmasc #mitski #velvet underground #lou reed #intro post #i can’t remember #will wood #too much stuff just fuckimg talk to me

thatisentertainment

THE PRINCESS BRIDE 1987 | dir. Rob Reiner

one-time-i-dreamt

Last night I dreamt that I watched all of LotR and everything was the same except Sauron was replaced by the penguins from Madagascar standing on top of Barad-Dur with a telescope and a sniper rifle.

yeesiine

princesssokphanny

A once-in-a-lifetime shot — the moon perfectly framed by a rainbow. Caught at just the right time. 🌈 🌕

telumendils

I thought I could never care for anyone again, until I met you.

The Golden Girls, S2E5: “Isn't It Romantic”

sophsun1

The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols

rhodeys

OWEN WILSON and STEVE COOGAN as JEDEDIAH and OCTAVIUS in Night at the Museum (2006)

sophsun1

Happy Pride 🌈 | The Golden Girls (1985-1992)

heustons

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN 2005・dir. Ang Lee

pukicho

Legitimately just had one of the worst meals of my entire life. I am still sitting here, trying to come to terms with what I just put inside my body. The orange chicken was drenched in what I can only call a carcinogenic slime. It tasted like how bug spray smells. I felt myself actively eroding the more I ate, but shit, it was $16 bucks. I kept going in spite of myself. I should've known better. The chlorinated sauce seeped into every pore of the chicken's squishy exterior. Despite the uncooked batter bathing in liquid cum, the chicken itself was a dry, chewy muskrat texture, one that forced you to choke up even the smallest pieces you dared to swallow. The honey sesame chicken was an ice-cold cat's tongue texture, and the associated veg was mildewy and wilted. If you could cook the flavor of rot into something, then that is what they managed to do to this food. I am not even joking, the chow mein tasted like a cigarette. I imagine they dumped an entire fucking bottle of liquid smoke into the noodle, with the intention of hurting and hopefully killing me. I can't imagine good, conscientious people making food like this. Everyone there was a hateful person. Maybe they weren't even people.

The only good thing I can say about this experience is that I learned something: a terrible lesson. Thank you, Panda Express.

nothoughtsatall

wait, so there are two love me normally’s by will wood, right? like i didnt just imagine that? because i’m pretty sure there’s one called love me, normally, and another one called love, me normally, and spotify is gaslighting me into believing only the latter exists.

h e l p

frankle-biter-67

Yes it exists but one is sandwiched in the first song