My muse decided it was too cold here and ran away to Hawaii, I’m calling her but she refuses to come back so I can work on my tasetricks 25 days of fic prompts.
so this blog just followed me
and I was intrigued so i went to their blog and
it is all irons
I can’t fukcinfg deal with this tHERE IS AN IRON IN A TREE WTF
no matter how ugly you think you are, always remember—Hannibal could probably make an absolutely beautiful dish out of you.
As he entered the clock tower and saw the trail of dark blood leading up the stairwell, Thor suddenly thought about cats.