I have been so depressed lately I haven’t been able to post any sturgeons but I saw this on the Great Lakes aquarium Instagram his name is CRACKERS he is a BELUGA STURGEON they are TARGET TRAINING HIM so that he can eventually enter a sling comfortably to get his checkups!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE IS A HOOP GENIUS!!!! GENUIS AT GOING THROUGH A HOOP!!!!!!!!

When the moon fell in love with the sun.

I mean can we really call Neil paranoid when his life actually was on the line constantly

by the way dear, we're alive, and it hurts 'cause we survived

Sirius and Remus

Me getting a new fic idea:

Old drawing of the Marauders but I don’t like drawing eyes so I make things depressing instead

not just ‘he would not fucking say that’ but ‘he would not, under torture, admit that’

I feel like its an underrated fact the Neil flat out told Kevin and Wymack that recruiting him was a mistake and tried his best yo get them to leave him alone in Milport.....they have nothing to blame but themselves for the chaos that followed, my guy said point blank it was a bad idea.

my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think

love me a good "different first meeting" Andreil fic, but I gotta say the best ones, that real gourmet shit, are the ones where Neil catches Andrew's interest by simply being an obstinate asshole with a smart mouth. Usually to defend himself or others. Like-

Andrew, witnesses a scarred up red head with blue eyes being a bitch: Oh no, he's hot!

yes girl I think it’s incredibly sexy how indecisive you are about every single decision in your life. I also love how you haven’t let anything go since you were 12. can we make out now

"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave

sometimes i’m like “i should buy some orange juice! i love it i don’t know why i never have it in the house” and then i get some and i remember it’s because some kind of dormant Scurvy Prevention Instinct activates within me like a sleeper agent trained to seek and destroy, except it’s just me standing in front of the open fridge at two in the morning chugging juice straight out of the carton like a crazed citrus gremlin