I have not updated my description in an embarrassingly long time.
For real. Embarrassingly.
My blog is pretty much whatever catches my fancy, not specific to any fandom but many fandoms, with lots of adorable animals and lovely landscapes.
I do write some fanfiction, sometimes. You should follow capriciouswrites if you're interested in that sort of thing.
Also, hit me up if you have questions about mosquitoes. I have so many answers about mosquitoes, man.
So, that's it. Have fun. Enjoy your stay. Tip your waitress. For real, tip your fucking waitress!
i’m just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didn’t need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly he’s trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey what’s the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner
“you draw far too much attention to yourself ‘mister underhill’” if i were frodo i wouldve snapped. jesus christ. i can’t help that i’m two feet shorter than everyone else in this definitely definitely 100% a gay bar but at least i didn’t lurk in a sexy corner making eyes at everybody from under my cloak at least im TRYING to pretend i’m not a protagonist you fine ass idiot. i KNOW i’m being pursued by the black riders which is why i didn’t SERVE CUNT from the SHADOWS. the fellowship of the nerve of this bitch
“online fandom bestie that you once shared intense intimacies with but don’t really talk to anymore simply bc we drifted into new blorbo obsessions” is such a specific type of relationship that has to be impossible to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced it
