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detective dick gumshoe
Who could have possibly drawn on the wall? Jr. Detective Riz Gukgak is on the case.
Some funny stuff from my broadcast channel on insta lol
Wish me luck on my finals!
Hansry modern AU where Hans is a "tabloid darling" (aka PR nightmare) and Henry is just some small town dude who happens to be his friend until one night after some bar hopping the paparazzi get a photo of them doing something that could be construed as romantic at the right angle (but really wasn't), and Henry and Hans make the front page of a gossip magazine as the new "it" couple.
Being aroace is so cool, but so, so hard sometimes. Watching all the persons you hold dear finding *their* person. Grieving the idea of an allo relationship. Realizing that, maybe, somehow, you're the second choice fo everyone. Because friends are great, but **lovers** are the goal in our society.
Most of the time, i am sooo happy to be aroace. And then, when im alone in bed, at 3 am, i find myself crying by fear of being alone.
And I think it's normal. It's grieving a certain way of thinking. And it's hard, especially when you were raised this way, and that everyone keeps doubting your identity.
So yeah. Shout-out to all the aroace people, wanting a deeper connection, without wanting romantic love.
I love y'all
i know i dont go here that often but take these pollys
I kinda hate how his hand looks but uhmm christian guilt or something
it will never stop being funny how preposterously, unhingedly down bad hans capon is for this random blacksmith. down so bad that he physically cannot stop giving him his possessions. down so bad he needs to pick out his clothes. down so bad he is racing to follow him into almost certain death. down so humiliatingly, cringe-inducingly, never-before-seen-levels-of bad that the only thing that cheered him up from the depression of a forced marriage is the realization that from this marriage will eventually emerge a SON and then he can name that son HENRY and that's going to be FUCKING SICK DUDE. OUR MY SON HENRY JR
help this man