Characters Have To Be A Little Bit Awful In Ways That You Cant Defend. Its Good For The Ecosystem. Your

i feel like a lot of discourse around identities could just be boiled down to “you could not pay me to care about this”

It is really disturbing how people can lose their humanity and threaten you just because you *checks notes* sentenced their child to death :'(

UHC shooter has become a real-life hero in my eyes. literally a vigilante justice doing the will of the people. not only did he take out the UHC CEO execution-style, he also scared BCBS into taking back their new bullshit anesthesia policy. all you bitches that worship school shooters and serial killers are sick in the head, but THIS!?!?!?! I'm getting deny defend depose tattooed on my forehead. take the system down comrade

AND WE LIKED IT! :D

“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”

Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

Alright, official survey for schoolwork, I just need at least 25 answers, Lil preference survey

Assumption: you don’t like pineapple on pizza

three hours soul-dead into my shift; i would’ve swallowed plaster if it meant i could leave. droning phones—sales script, etc. etc. (who here hasn’t been dehumanized by minimum wage?) my manager came in to send us all home. we’re closing early today because of the coup. the coup? the fucking coup? what fucking coup? born-again-nazis-illusioned-for-justice climbing the walls, apparently. brought ladders and guns, apparently. to washington, apparently. sir, we live in canada?? doesn’t really matter. we close (no, we’re not getting compensated, but it doesn’t really matter because see aforementioned statement re: plaster). at home (thrilled and confused) i find my sister cutting fresh pineapple on the laminate countertop, and take a big bowl as a reward for not eating plaster. i sit on the rug. i prop up my laptop and watch the news from five thousand kilometers away. the president tells his thugs that they’re “special people”. fun times. fun times. around then, swallowing (something i have historically been very good at) becomes as insurmountable as the american capitol building (a-fucking-pparently). pineapple is my forbidden fruit—because that was the day i finally realized i was allergic to pineapple :(

all's well here in the United States