that one post that’s like “lacroix tastes like if you drank carbonated water and someone shouted a fruit name a room over ” is so funny where is it
THIS ONE
I’m convinced y’all have never actually drank sparkling water before cause LaCroix is practically as overwhelmingly sweet and flavorful as mountain dew to me
i think u might have the taste buds of a 90 year old decrepit geriatric
When I walk into the mall and see Christmas decorations up the day after Halloween, I feel the same way Hamlet did when his mom married his annoying uncle so shortly after his father’s death.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the Halloween Mars Bars/Did coldly furnish forth the Christmas stockings
the mood is newt coming out of a twenty minute sustained seizure and, despite barely being able to string words together or hold a cup without shaking, somehow scraping together the energy to argue at the top of his lungs because hermann said he was wrong
Hermann should have spent less time reminding Newt he was a good man in Uprising and more critiquing the stupidity of his plan.
I endlessly admire fic authors who have betas and write chapters and chapters ahead of what they post because you best believe my needy ass is slapping just-finished, mildly edited and typo-laden fics onto AO3 the moment they’re done so I can get that sweet sweet validation
Avelera 