Whyam1hereman

Let me kindly remind everyone of the time that Midnight’s costume was so exposing (almost entirely naked) that the law had to be changed.
          	
          	Her costume shown to us during the Sports Festival might have been a lot of nothing, but it was even less before

Whyam1hereman

Let me kindly remind everyone of the time that Midnight’s costume was so exposing (almost entirely naked) that the law had to be changed.
          
          Her costume shown to us during the Sports Festival might have been a lot of nothing, but it was even less before

Whyam1hereman

Y’all need to stop simping over Connor so much— I went to find some angst filled fanfics where Connor never goes deviant but causes a lot of trouble for everyone else…
          
          AND ALL I FIND ARE X READER FICS LIKE Y’ALL DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN

Whyam1hereman

Where will you be at the end of time? Whats the last thing you’ll think, speak, see? What will your last coherent thought be before you’re resigned to complete senile incoherence. With an incurable disease ravaging your mind destroying who you are.
          
          You thought, therefore you were. You can’t think anymore, so what are you? You’re trapped in a decaying claustrophobic space, slowly loosing all sense of self before you’re completely gone.
          
          So at the end of everything, whats left? At the end of time, who are you? You’re nobody. You cannot perceive, and you are not you now, you are nameless, faceless, past-less.