Bitches be posting about their interest like, "It's consumed 75% of available real estate in my thoughts and I think I'd die without it, I'm so quirky!" My brothers and others in christ it's called autism.
At my birthday party there's going to be a big ceramic rabbit with a pocket watch, he will ask you a riddle, if you answer wrong then you're uninvited and you have to go home.
I think the greatest thing about secretly hating someone for something that no one knows about is the fact that every time they come up in conversation I get to go 'oh how has *redacted* been? Not well, oh how sad. 😟' knowing that if I truly wanted to I could completely negatively alter other view of them and they have no idea. I hold the stability of their relationships in my hands and they have no clue.
The only downsides are the trauma and inability to be in the same room as them without having a panic attack.
Sexy hot man evil guy, lounging naked in a bath of red liquid. You, the protagonist confidentiality query, "Is that wine or blood?" He chuckles, making the dumbest fucking face you've ever seen, and shouts. "This, THIS, is tomato soup you fool!"
If you invalidate acesexual/aromantic people you're a a shitty person. I don't make the rules.
I'm not saying being heterosexual is a bad thing but, I'd be offended if someone called me straight.
I feel like there should be the letter b in the word first, I don't know where it would go but I feel it should be there.
I hate that I can think of a least three shows that involve a British guy in a distinct coat/jacket meeting a companion character and time traveling.
I either feel more uncomfortable than usual or I'm at a normal stress level and just handling it worse.