Airport selfie

the automatic toilet keeps flushing even though you’re not done…

Alex: Imagine you and your partner are at a restaurant or at a shopping center, and you’re trying to figure out where the bathroom is.

Lena: Oh, Kara will not fuck me in a bathroom.

Alex: …

Lena: I’ve tried.

Alex: That is 100% not what I was going to ask you.

Restrooms in public spaces:

Male

Female

Tranny "All Gender Single Occupancy"

Ok girls so when are we going to the woods to dance naked around a fire and place a massive black curse on the entirety of the republican party

a lil blurb for you wonderful humans :)

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Six months. That's how long it's been since I killed Oren and his group in my bedroom. I've killed again three times since then. Once when someone attacked me after class, twice in the shower. 

Today will make four. If I can survive.

I miss gojo so much :((

you and me both :( but hey, dude's probably having the best time of his life at the airport, so if he stays dead, i might even be relieved

“you know i’m something of a woman myself” i say, before taking a running start and flinging my body flat style directly against a brick wall making a looney toons-esque thunk

Went as Denji on Friday of Anime North!!

Power is @othermonsters and Makima is carrut.ink on instagram!

the people who write weeb-adjacent articles praising japanese culture never mention the insane quality of public toilets in japan

I'm headed to England to visit my girlfriend! I'll definitely get pics of all the horrid places in London when I land <3

the first unedited lil blurb of chapter 5, for those interested :)

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I have never felt nervous walking into NIA headquarters before. I grew up there, playing in the empty offices of my father's coworkers and generally being a menace until I got too old and the security team told my father he couldn't bring me into secured areas anymore. Even still, I spent hours upon hours of my life in my father's home office in between school and ballet, learning how to see past the words on the paper and piece together the real story the data was telling.

The NIA, for all its brutality and secrets and flaws, has always been home; always been somewhere I felt safe, relatively speaking.

Today, I am practically shitting myself as I walk through the doors.

I don't care what laws Ron DeSantis passes, I'm going to Horror Nights.