My almost name was, my hand to God, Juanita.

i need to flail over gladio's book

jesus people continue to confuse me. in other news, turtles have shells.

i'm writing a highlander au. which means religion is going to exist. so. you know what that means.

i have painted the regalia red.

thirty hours into ffxv and still no sewers

my brand is, apparently, eye trauma, hookers, and three-speed vibrating robot dicks.

baking is an exact science. which is why i just threw in "probably half a teaspoon i can't actually see" of salt and half a cup of "whoops ran out of bread flour here's some regular"

hey ChurbooseAnon, I got a fic rec for you. FFXV coffee shop au, no spoilers, no knowledge of the game necessary. he ain't no friend of mine - trellomonkey - Final Fantasy XV [Arc...

okay two things: hell girl is fucking awesome and i need to stop drinking coke zero and accept my fate as someone who can't function without daily consuming my own body weight in high-fructose corn syrup

i kinda want to watch sons of anarchy because it's got cute guys and awesome music