I’m sick with a fever so bad that Icant remmeber nmy own name but Imm piytting all my woollpovwerand memoryajd brainpower into respecting my wife’s boumdariefs :D It isall i know :>

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I’m sick with a fever so bad that Icant remmeber nmy own name but Imm piytting all my woollpovwerand memoryajd brainpower into respecting my wife’s boumdariefs :D It isall i know :>
the truth is, nobody fucking knows if buddie is gonna happen or not. nobody is holding this big secret from us. nobody knows.
it’s a long running tv show. this season has been doing amazing and i have no doubts that as soon as season 8 starts we’ll get confirmation of s9. i’m not even worried about that and the writers are showrunners probably aren’t either.
when oliver and ryan say that if the storyline naturally goes that way they’d totally be up for it, they mean it. there’s no hint in that sentence or anything. when tim said they’re lying the tracks in front of the train or whatever the allegory was he wasn’t lying either. they’re just kinda making it up as they go. (did it make stuff a bit messy this season? for sure but still, in tim we trust)
i think most of you know this by now, so this is just a gently nudge and reminder.
please keep overanalysing scenes, make fan arts and edits for oliver and ryan to watch and most importantly keep writing fanfics for tim to take inspo from
just for the love of god, cut them some slack.
I would hate being a whale. You could never sleep. You have to think about breathing. I hate it when I think about breathing because it messes it all up and it’s so frustrating. And you have no hands.
Here's a secret: I keep my prettiest words to myself. They're mine and you canNOT have them, fool-in-skin
(well, maybe if you ask nicely and appeal to the raw and frenzied beast - but even then it'll laughingly deny you. I know you cannot see! I know you cannot feel! Your teeth are broken and your tongue is dirt! Rot! Rot! Rot!)
Blood is oddly of no interest to me...it doesn't seem to exist - it's like water, blood and water...I am a creature of flesh and of bone and of dust. I rot - watch me rot -
Watch me decay! in sand and stone; in tomb-dank ruin; in jasmine field. I tend to spin outside of my body, aching…
I don't think it's an issue
Love that the body's response to sickness is "fuck it, light everything on fire. Burn the bitch down."
Truly the "burns down the house because saw a spider" of biology
meme me up Scotty
(( imagine if your muse won a contest to have their own originally designed pokemon genetically created in a lab? How would they react? ))