Herhighnessthegoblinqueen - Goblin Queen

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

Please keep writing dark twisted themes I want to read them pls pls don’t water it down to try to be less problematic that would make it boring I want to read it and go “Wow that sure is dark and twisted! Good thing its not real :))”

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said “look! It’s snowing!” so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn’t the first snow and it won’t be the last but wasn’t it lovely, like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you’ve been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn’t it beautiful - I promise, you’ve been helping.

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free

I want the WGA/SAG-AFTRA strike to go beyond Hollywood. I want UPS workers to strike. I want teachers to strike. I want trash collectors to strike. I want every necessary worker to strike. I want the people of this country and beyond to finally stand up to billionaires and the awful treatment of workers. I want the people who do the work to get their share and I want the uber-rich to be taxed for almost all of their money. I want a goddamn revolution.

Now you re-skip my skip right this very minute mister/missy or you’re going in time out

I don’t like you. Unskipps your Skipp

happy april fools. please take this egg

hahahahahha………………..

youve been fooled………………by the april fools beeper……………..it was a fully grown bird the entire time…..no egg………………it tells u it hopes u hav a good april 1st

Going from being an introverted lurker on reddit to trying to post my own stuff here is so wild. I keep typing out a post, deleting it, then retyping because I think it's not good enough but then I look at other posts and why am I so worried?

It's like I'm at a fancy Italian restaurant and keep glancing around the room to see which hand people use to pick up the forks. But then I realize that everyone is shoveling spaghetti into their mouths using their bare hands and I'm like ah okay so I'm clearly overthinking this

OMG YES I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

Hell mates, if you will. Someone he shared a space with for long enough that they got to know each other. The way Edwin talks about hell in episode 5 very much implies he got to know other people there. I made an Oc of a potential hell mate, she’s basically a cowgirl/ Wild West outlaw. Might share more about her at some point, I have the outline of a fic in my head that I may or may not ever write down

I think it would be so interesting if Edwin had a "friend" in Hell. Not someone he was close to, but someone that he ran into regularly and had short frenzied conversations with. I think it would be intreguing if this man were also something absolutely terrible, like a serial killer. But he was another human, and he was in Hell, and he was someone to talk to. So Edwin cared for him, because they were both souls trapped somewhere unimaginable.