one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.
proposed new holiday: valoween. combination valentines and halloween. take a monster on a date
Guillermo Del Toro we know that’s you
Wait, let him speak
you’re in luck, saint valentine was likely made up to give early christians an excuse to give pagans a more wholesome holiday to celebrate instead of lupercalia, a purification and fertility festival full of hedonism and debauchery that culminated in young men dressing as wolves and running around spanking cute girls with whips
valentine’s day is just a coverup for bdsm fuck-a-werewolf day
i know it feels like nothings changing, but one day youre gonna wake up and realize you’re miles away from who you used to be, and you’ll be proud of who you’re becoming
I wanna destroy the culture of “women have to wear makeup to be considered presentable” and replace it with “makeup is a fun accessory that allows u to have horribly fake purple lips and green eyelids if u want yee haw who wants some glitter on their nose” who’s with me on this
It’s the year 2030. They’re making a Harry Potter remake, not a modern adaptation but set in the original era. And it’s fucking indulgent in 90s nostalgia. Someone’s got a butterfly clip, Ron is wearing a choker, there’s muggles playing with pogs, Spice Girls is playing in the background. Voldemort is wearing a crop top.
It’s simultaneously the worst and fucking best thing you’ve ever seen.
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