“Dr. Destruction put up his fists, swinging, and he might have been strong but he lacked finesse. He probably didn’t even knit, Steve thought meanly,”
IM PEEING
I LOVE THIS FUCKING FIC I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS FIC
OH MY GOD
NOW ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS STEVE STANDING THERE ALL SASSY AND LOOKING DOWN AT YOU AND WHISPERING, “do you even knit.”
Y’know it’s really weird
once you try and think about ‘when’ you really become friends with people?
Like I was trying to tack it down and going through a bunch of tags I have for people
and it’s like
well
we just talk to eachother
reply to posts, asks etc
it’s like so completely seamless that it feels really weird to think we were never not friends??
Guys
what if the scale of skin tones
was like a mood ring
and right now Jane is feeling caucasian
but maybe later she’ll feel something else and change skin colour
IT IS 4:30 AM
I AM STILL CRYING OVER GAY WIZARDS
I HAVE 10 CHAPTERS OF THIS FIC LEFT
I THINK IT IS BEST I GO TO SLEEP AND DREAM ABOUT CRYING OVER GAY WIZARDS
AND THEN RESUME THE ACTUAL CRYING OVER GAY WIZARDS IN THE AFTERNOON
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE WHO HAS BARED WITNESS TO ME CRYING OVER GAY WIZARDS
Yeah…
I’m gonna have to beef this up a lot
but I acn feel my coherencyt slipping alway the later it gets
so im gonna cath some winks then read through bonapartes book thing since thats what ive been ukn looking for
holy shit why couldn’t I ahve found this earlier god DAMN
shakes fist at the stupid paper databases for not havn this
I’m going to tell that story to my kids some day,
“Once upon a time, your aunt Miko and I went on omegle and found this guy asking for boobs and instead of disconnecting and finding the boobs he was looking for he stayed and argued with Miko for twenty fucking minutes.”
I AM LITERALLY GOING TO PRINT THIS OUT AND TAPE IT TO MY FUCKING WALL
PLEASE NOTE MIKO LOOKED LIKE THIS THE ENTIRE TIME:
