[pesti-devota-futurae]

lacuna mutata

[... ] a wonderful phrase

lacuna mutata

aint no [... ] craze

it means textual emendations

for the rest of your days

it's a source [...] free

ambiguity

lac[... ]

[nostalgic-teddyy]

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

[generaljenobi-deactivated202411]

[amazoogle]

let's develop a perfect plan

[amazoogle]

1. get cozy in bed

[philcollinsenjoyer]

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

[alecjmarsh]

I have never in my life fucked around and yet I have been forced to find out so many things

[loveridden1999]

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

[highlandvalley]

シーツを敷くとやってくる https://nekonavi.jp/catblog/archives/60859 https://twitter.com/kyuryuZ/status/1410795387536003075

[system-reset]

can’t read this but I understand it completely.

[hehkuu]

the ears assist; the hands comfort.

[biodegrade]

me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in

[prokopetz]

Friend groups in the movies: Unshakably united by shared traumas, secret handshakes, and reminiscence of better days.

Friend groups in real life: Unshakably united by cryptic references to that one time one of you managed to mispronounce the word "shrimp".

[kosmogrl]

[sacred-portal]

[renzilla-exists]

coming online as someone who liked the finale

[timejoshi]

sex pollen is an integral part of the fanfiction ecosystem but i just don't think poison ivy would make anything that encourages procreation of even more humans. unless she figures out how to make the sex pollen same-sex specific or fertility-negating she's not making it at all. #philosophical

[timejoshi]

batman: throw your homosexual phytoaphrodisiac pollen wherever you like, pamela. it won't get past my rebreather. i've made sure of it. i learned my lesson the last time.

fujo poison ivy: how was it...

[vielens]

oil sketch

[remythologise]

My father was Cunoval, bearer of the blue war-shield of the Brigantes. Lord of five hundred spears.