I JUST REMEMBERED THAT when my ex was living with me n my #parents and as such neither of us ever rly left the room for longer than absolutely necessary we. would sometimes lose the utensils btwn the couch cushions etc after eating in here and

the upshot is that at one point in the summer of 2012 my dad claimed there were a total of SEVEN FORKS, missing from the drawer, and naturally he blamed us for the loss of all seven (erroneously. the seven soon became six, then five, then four)

and we were Too Sad to find the remaining four when our cursory glance under the couch yielded no results so we just had a severely depleted selection of forks for. several months and my dad would yell at us about it about thrice a week. a nice comfortable routine u know

AND THEN WE STARTED finding them but the rivalry had gotten so Personal by this point that we. hid them. in a box. in my room. for MONTHS AND I FORGOT ABOUT IT AND DIDNT FIND THEM AGAIN UNTIL ALMOST YEAR LATER


send me a ship and I will tell you:

  • when of if I started shipping it.
  • my thoughts:
  • What makes me happy about them:
  • What makes me sad about them:
  • things done in fanfic that annoys me:
  • things I look for in fanfic:
  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 
  • My happily ever after for them:
  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity:


IT IS ESPECIALLY TERRIBLE BECAUSE THERE IS NO GOOD SOLUTION?? like here are ur options in that situation

  • reblog the post w/ passive aggressive tag commentary all #oh hey cool looks like i’m not the only one who thinks this………anymore
  • jealously track the tags on every reblog of the post n whimper whenever theres capslock
  • narrow ur eyes and frown a lot and vagueblog about it. nice

or i suppose i could NOT be petty and vindictive and irrationally possessive of one lousy text post but OH WELL 2 LATE 2 GO BACK


thank u!! luckily this post was not motivated by a specific personal experience but like. tbh i consider myself a million lucky that i learned to blame my #parents for shit as young as 17?? (ETA: THIS SOUNDS REALLY PRETENTIOUS BUT WHAT I ACTUALLY MEAN is that when i was 17 some friends of mine made a lot of inside jokes where the punchline was basically “scris dad is terrible” and it was remarkably validating) but at the time i didn’t. rly foresee. how often i could make ppl lose 100% of their respect for me just by admitting that every once in a while

so i have learned to not talk about it even if i do still believe it but i am TRYING TO LEARN TO TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN bc i could definitely stand to be a better Bad Example For Today’s Youth by…… which i mean i genuinely do want ppl to take after my example and blame their parents for shit lmao


NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE im so glad you reply to my text posts i THINK UR V RAD + LOVE WHEN PEOPLE WANT TO TALK TO ME

mmmmmm i rly hate that venturing to even partially blame ur #parents for your emotional fragility/poor decision making/etc is painted as a sign of immaturity as if the universally applauded Grown Up View that individual people are always responsible for their own undoing doesn’t come from being told so by authority figures who don’t want to take responsibility for hurting u and want an excuse not to help you deal with their own mistakes


Victor and Henry have an argument so Victor gets the creation to lift Henry up and put him in a tree and then he just leaves him there 

queenofalldemships; "What do you and jehan do when you hang out"


I go to their place and edit things for Les Amis. 


i love Victor Frankenstein


combeferre is the kind of guy who picks up the bug when someone goes ‘omg a bug squish it’ and lets it walk around on his hand forever and then says goodbye when it flies off and does a little smile as if his day is 100x better 

'dear diary 

a ladybug said hello today. six-dotter. named him lucien.’ 





From Bernie Wrightson’s Frankenstein

Omg fucking gorgeous!