Fern @franticfloralfrenfern - Tumblr Blog

the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive

gubrillaz

hey bud......

ivfhnyfubpx

this scene is so fucking funny the english dub of this show is so good

laughconfetti

loud warning

notajerusalemcricketd-deactivat

nunnatheinsanegerbil

teaboot

Rolling on the floor sobbing and crying and losing my mind at “GET INSIDE THE VAAAAAAAAAAN”

its-your-mind

finally. an appropriate name for my ‘time to leave’ alarm.

potejto-potato

The brain worm of "aperture" continues to burrow in my brain.

Fic link: Aperture

Fic creator:

@birdbyrne

Edit:

I have never recieved so much attention in my life, I am in tears! I love reading all your tags T^T Also check out the fic! It's really really good!

kit-screams-into-the-void

statement statement

purelunaris

@stick-eridian-collection

kyri45

I thought of just stopping this episode with the shovel talk but then i thought why not some good old angst? (Part of my Second Backup AU PREV)

thethirdromana

Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.

cheeseanonioncrisps

Your partner came back from the dead after being missing for decades. Every one of their friends who they went with ended up dying a horrible death.

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

Your name is Adrian, and you kind of wants to strangle this fucking fish, statement.