Asked My Cat If He Wanted Dinner Or The Slop That Kills Him And My Twin Was Like "he Can Hear You, You

yes Morrigan is 1000% a unicorn. no way no how he’s not. Cass would prob be an earth pony since he canonically can’t do shit magic-wise :0

changeling bex slays i’m afraid 😭😭 and there’s truly no other option for sasha

Can't stop... Imagining... 😵‍💫 My OCs... As 😵... PONIESSSSS 😣😣😣😩😩😩😔😔😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😵😵😵😪

Camie and Katsuki

The angel came to me in a fever hallucination, perched upon my bed as I returned from the bathroom.

begging small indie musicians to post lyrics to their songs because with all the love in my heart 🫶i dont know what ur saying🫶 and no one else can tell me 🫶

the dynamic i think

hhhgghhghghgh

who else up missing Ao3 on this fine morning?

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

GOING TO BED FINALLY GOING TO BED, TH ANXIETY MONSTER CANNOT EAT ME IF I AM ASLEEP, IM GOING TO BED NOW GOOBYE.