blood in the bayou truly is jrwi’s tragedy. like you go in knowing there is no world in which this horror story ends for all of the characters are introduced to. and then the boys have the audacity to go hey. here is a brother. here is a son, and a friend, and someone who has been at war with himself for as long as he has been alive. here is one of the monsters. here is one of the monsters, and he is scared of everything, including himself. here is a legend. here is someone who is committed to a fulfilling life for the people around him. here is the only character that will consistently have some level of optimism in this story. who, against all odds, believes in all the chances a person could need and loves his friends. here is the story where they all die at the end, and here are the characters who have so much ahead of them who occupy it. and they were fucked up for that.

This is honest to god the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life

i burst out laughing when i listened to this part and thought the non-patrons deserved to hear it too

bizly and yakko owe me money for the heart attack they fuckin gave me with this line

based off of my own post <3

polyamory. you agree.

ummm so basically reblog and add the first set of neopronouns you think of in the tags. trying to see something

hi here's a booklist of contemporary poetry (ZLibrary, epubs + PDFs, free to download). already more than 100 books, but plan to add more as they become available + as i read them <3 enjoy!

rand/rolan/kian or nightmare blunt rotation or whatever the fuck their ship name is? fucking gold. none of the big polycule ships in jrwi have been to my fancy before as a fan of the best polycule ever (karlnapity), but nbr? god. they smoke so much fucking weed and play dnd in their shitty hometown and face the horrors. what more could you fucking ask for

this website is fascinating because it puts some of the most narrowminded, sheltered, pearl-clutching weirdos on the planet right next to one million devoted sexual deviants

me coming back to this series a year after losing interest and seeing theres 82 fucking episodes now

William wisp doesn’t produce body heat so I think whenever he gets any sort of warmth he conks out like a baby duck

My spouse and I just had one of those “wait your brain works HOW?” exchanges, and now I am BURNING TO KNOW HOW IT WORKS FOR OTHER PEOPLE:

Fellow speakers of this feral bastard language (English), rb and tell me in the tags: what is the delineation for you, if any, between evening and night?

someone just tagged one of my slimecicle posta as mcyt. breath getting fainter etc

when ur father is a lizard like fr

so long hot girl summer hello faggot fall