I'm not much of a rule-follower, but
i thought this world needs more face-all-covered female characters so i drew some
ao3 discourser people are so insane like "it's a bastion of free speech and the most important thing on the internet" "noooo it's immoral and directly correlates to violence against minorities" actually i think it's a website where people post fanfiction
THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM DESERVES TO DIE AND SHOULD CONSIDER TURNING OFF THEIR CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR.
#THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING #THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING #HOW COULD I HAVE LET THIS OCCUR #THE SINS NOW SEARED INTO SKIN BURNING FLESH #THE SCENT ATTRACTING WOLVES #THE SINEWS SNAP WITH THE SLIGHTEST PULL OF SHARP PIERCING CANINES #THE SOIL IS EVERYWHERE #I AM NEVER GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN
Dark academia but it's tech so instead of being devilishly attractive and classically inclined youre all greasy, smelly losers who don't leave your bedrooms. There is no story btw bcos that would mean interacting with other people
dark academia but its tech so your peacoat has pit stains
Anonymous asked:
How did you and the boyfriend met? <3
THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ASKING, OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS STORY
We set the scene:
I'm living in my no-bedroom studio made of cinder blocks. I literally bake in a brick oven every day. It's hell, and I have a lot of laundry from sweating like a very sweaty thing
Solution: L
L is this guy I knew and fooled around with from time to time. But he's noncommittal, a horrible communicator, and routinely passes out when I come over after the first 5 minutes through the door. But hey, I'm not riding his ability to text back in a timely manner
One day, I asked to do laundry at his place. My apartment complex hadn't fixed the ONE AND ONLY WASHER, so he says yes. I come over, start laundry, and we smoke. I decide to go hard since I'm stuck there with laundry anyway
Then...Player 3 enters
The FUCKER MADE A BOOTY CALL AND IM ZONKED OUT OF MY MIND ON HIS COUCH WITH GOD DAMN LAUNDRY IN THE MACHINE!? So I decided "honestly fuck both of you, I'm doing my laundry and smoking even more. Screw your hookup."
I smoke enough to see God and she is Mellisa McCarthy. Why? Because it turns out me and this complete stranger both like her movies. How do we know this?
BECAUSE GOD DAMN L HAS FALLEN ASLEEP BETWEEN ME AND THIS COMPLETE STRANGER!?!?!?!? I AM TRAPPED, HIGH AS HEAVEN, ON MY FWB'S COUCH WITH HIS UNCONSXIOUS BODY AND HIS BOOTY CALL. SO NOW WE HAVE TO ENTERTAIN OURSELVES, BECAUSE WE ARE IN HELL
Somehow, through 69 layers of high, we manage to communicate that we both like MC and decide to watch the one spy movie she was in. The movie plays, we talk, I come down some. He's chill about it and we laugh about having an unconscious L buffering us
At some point we put on another movie, talk through the whole thing, don't remember a thing outside being too high to shut up lol
Eventually, L wakes up and Player 3 says he really should get going. My laundry is done, so I'm getting out of this fever dream lmao. Before I leave tho, Player 3 gets my snapchat
The next day, Player 3 texts about having trouble building his new desk. He's just moved into the apartment, and everything is still packed. I offer to bring my tools and help
Our second anniversary is this Sep 😂
