I think a big part of why I read way more fanfiction than books is that there’s just a hell of a lot less exposition
the first 10 pages of most books are always “these are the main characters and here’s some background on each of them and this is the setting etc etc” and it’s such a fucking hassle getting to the plot sometimes
fanfic is just like “fuck it you know all of this already let’s go”
The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
you see, it’s a metaphor
you nominate Leonardo DiCaprio for an Oscar but you don’t let him win
is there anything weirder than waking up after a dream and all the details are still fresh in your mind so you’re just like what the FUCK WAS THAT WHY DID I THINK THAT WAS NORMAL HOW DID DREAM ME NOT QUESTION THAT
I once had a dream in which someone asked me “how can you tell this isn’t a dream” and I was like, “of course it’s not a dream: I have four hands”
THE REASON I GAVE FOR THINKING THIS DREAM WAS REALITY WAS THE FACT I HAD TWO EXTRA HANDS
The rest of the space is going to be pretty pissed when they see this.
did you google how to take a screen shot
British comedy will always give me a sense of national pride like nothing else can
found the twelve year old
this is almost as fun as ‘find the vegan’
we are not entertainment clowns. we simply eat healthy. go back to burger king.
i found the vegan
In Finland we don’t say “I love you” we say “haluan että porot uhraavat sinut perkeleelle” which translates to “you are the light of my life” and I think that’s beautiful
I tried something. please tell me what you thought. Title is link to ao3
Felicity opened her eyes. She was wet from the sweat. Her breathing was heavy. Nightmares were there again. He missed the night he was able to sleep and not wake up to her own scream.
It was lightnings again. Like it usually was. She saw how lightning went through Barry’s body. She tried to scream for him to go safe, but he never heard. After he was on the ground unconscious she tried to run for him, but it was like some dome was around him and Felicity couldn’t touch him. She cried next to Barry’s body till she woke up crying and sometimes even screaming in her bed.
I would marry this man
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