Ignore This, Just Some Sisterly Drama, Nothing Spicy

at this point they don't really give a fuck

I can’t look at older Phoenix and Edgeworth without dying inside

Alaska invaded Europe and won

Snow all year round, motherfuckers

Wtf I just found this on the presidents computer???

literally named this "blackmail.jpg"

YOU CAN NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE—

@dead-deadashell can't socialize for shit, pass it on

she communicates solely through combat and would rather dropkick a dude than ask someone for a napkin

totally not referencing myself—

we duel at dawn bitch

YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

it really hurts to read all of the fanfiction involving the bleeding effect and Desmond slowly not being able to discern reality from illusion. and then I remember "oh wait. that basically happened in the games"

Slowly but surely progressing through Valhalla and I got tears listening to Desmond talk about his experiences going through the bleeding effect with Shaun and Rebecca, how he saw ghosts of Ezio and Altair walking around and even hearing Connor’s voice. . . *sobs*

It made me realize how much I miss Desmond’s character and how much he made an impact on my interest in the franchise.

im her sister and can confirm, i was gnawing at my enclosure and almost killed someone

i was casually doodling random shit on printer paper and all of a sudden my sister is blowing my phone with ao3 being down and now im tempted to draw a skull with a bloody arrow going through it and labeling it "me fr" (i cant draw for shit)

deranged post number two

@whatisgrass loves men.

she loves them.

thank you

I was once in a place where no one could hear my screams. My screams were loud once, loud and demanding and begging to be set free.

But they grew weak, growing weaker as my hope to be heard was lost. I was trapped, I didn't know where I was, time did not exist, and I was alone.

My children... my little twins... would they even remember me?

...

There is a small crack beneath my fingers. It feels rough, the first texture I've felt in so long. There is no feeling in the darkness, nothing to cling onto, nothing to cry into.

The crack grows and grows. I see flashes of violet and swirls of red-orange that highlight my palms, the first light in hundreds, thousands of years maybe.

The crack becomes so large that it breaks and two hands reach out in the darkness as the familiar burn of lightning and flames crackle on my skin, illuminating the shadows.

I take them and my screams are released; a small, weary, liberated cry is among them:

"Thank you."

im back and i have food.

I started writing fanfiction again after an eternity and I wrote a fucking Honkai: Star Rail. @whatisgrass be disappointed in me and then watch me not give a fuck. I actually have two more but you can just find them on my profile so…

Obama is a dream god, I’ve decided, see you in fifteen years

not gonna lie, the last three lines could be an excellent incorrect quote

actually the entire thing could be an incorrect quote

sw would have been so much shorter if one clone decided to murder palpatine in his office because. who are they gonna arrest. sadly the suspect looks like 1000+ other men and all of them forgot what they did last friday night