Angelic.
fucking hell, tom all over my dashhhhhh
just bury me in ice okay
chaosmustbemaintained replied to your post: *crying right now because Charles doesn’t like me*
Who’s ass do I have to kick?
NO. No asskicking. I will … feed him to the extremely horny kitten writhing on the floor behind me, instead.
I’m just grumpy because I want to roleplay at speed, I think, and everyone else has lives.
*crying right now because Charles doesn’t like me*
This Jupiter-chibi caught my heart. Everyone can go home now.
SO CUTE. ALLLLLLL THE CUTE. LITTLEST SAILOR OF OUR BIGGEST PLANET.
*clears throat*
Sorry. Stuff like this gives me hope for the future.
And so, the heroes are emblems of everything that we hope we are. They appeal to the best in our humanity. They are noble and courageous and generous and self-sacrificial and honest and good. It’s who we all hope we would be in a crisis. And then the villains are everything we’re afraid of. They are incarnations of our darkest instincts. Fear, jealousy, pride, vanity, arrogance, rage.
how far down do i have to go before I realise that nobody actually cares?