Like. It’s basically canon that she’s not poly
so tired of seeing goncharov fans on here being like “omg goncharov/katya/sofia polycule!! katya has two hands!!!” when the whole POINT is that katya CANT have both, she has to CHOOSE, and it’s ultimately left ambiguous whether or not she made the right choice……..like i get wanting happy endings for the characters but i feel like this kind of shallow interpretation of katya’s respective relationships with goncharov and sofia just cheapens the story!!!
I was taller than Gerard Way.
Buddy Baker a.k.a Animal Man is the most slept on dc blorbo. Dude fell so hard into midlife crisis that he tore through the fourth wall, realised he was a comic book charcater and was like damn fr? thats fucking stupid.
aro listens to a song titled "loveless" or "unlovable" or "heartless" expecting an aro anthem and it turns out to be another sad allo love song. 3 dead 27 injured
I don’t know 12 people on tumblr irl but you’d be one of them, @lil-als
💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌
Some of these are my mutuals (and I love them so much, thank y'all /srs :] )
@ticklet0d @gaystan @matchalattegreen @coquettejohnny @inyourclosetrn @pepsipaladin69 @link-alou @idevourglass @chillyfrys @2000s-dvdplayer @chouthechaoticraccoon @brainscrambl3r
I would add a lot more, but it only calls for twelve 😭
🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️Happy Trans Visibility Day!!! 🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️
1 load of water
I lost it at “2 bread”
I need that quest where Nick and Kellogg are battling for control. Where did that go Bethesda
It’s weird because I see the max hive mind in like a totally different way. Like I see it as super connected, and he can move each body like different finger on the same hand. Like not so much as multiple minds that are linked as one mind in a bunch of bodies—🦹🏻
Ooooh that's such a cool and trippy way of seeing it! I love that! It sounds so fun to explore too!
Did Yoshikage Kira write this post
one of my earliest gay memories is of waxing poetic to a girl about her plump “porcelain doll hands” while she admired mine during recess
I don’t even remember who she was or if we were friends, just that I was fascinated by her beautiful hands and the soft cushioned dimples of her knuckles—so different from my own bony spider-fingers