If The Yaoi Ain’t Old And Toxic I Ain’t Want It

Your favourite Lost character is not about who’s the best person, it’s about who you most enjoy watching stumble through the jungle shaking like a wet dog. Bonus points if they’re crying about their dad.

Do you ever have your mom get annoyed at you and feel the way traitors must have felt before being exiled from Rome

People complaining about headcanons and saying shit like ‘Sirius would NEVER wear a skirt’ or ‘james would never date regulus/sirius/sybill/literally anybody’ will never not be funny

Like girl. You respect these characters too much if you think they have any free will. They don’t! They are my Barbie dolls and I am a bored 7 year old girl that asked for a lego set and got dolls instead. Plastic hair will be cut. Arms will be broken. They are mine to do with as I please

And frankly, you’re ruining the vibe by insisting that I shouldn’t contort these dolls into horrors beyond comprehension. You could have so much more fun if you were as fucked up as me. Cmon girl. You only live once

As someone who has personally experienced a gay situationship I feel like we should give more props to Gi-hun for managing to keep it together. I know if I had a deranged woman looking at me like that I’d be doing whatever she told me to do

Just finished Lost and to everyone who thinks they were dead the whole time, girl, take a media literacy class I’m begging you

I think Jack and Sawyer should have kissed and my feeling about that is, first of all, how do you know they didn’t? It’s a long time on that island

Been reading Dracula and so far my favourite parts are when Jack Seward detours from writing about the undead bullshit to talk about some insane guy, they give Reinfield zero relation to the plot for the first half of the book other than Jack thinking he’s neat. Like yes king, tell me that work tea

I’ve noticed how every time Charlie spots a spiritual older man he immediately latches on. Like he’ll see some weird dishevelled guy going ‘the island speaks to me’ and he’ll go ‘cool, do you need a son by the way’

Is there a reason for this urge, like it’s genuinely been plaguing me for years and now my friends think I’m autistic

You were fumbling bad bitches, I was having a panic attack over my chemistry test, we are not the same