i wish there was a job you could get at art museums that was titled something like ‘designated art imp’ where your job is to trundle up jesterlike behind anyone looking at a piece and going ‘this isn’t art, this is bullshit’ and be like ‘hmmmmm! and yet it evokes such anger in you, my friend’. i would love to have this job.
Imagine a lazy afternoon nap on the couch with your F/O.
The two of you are only half dressed, skin on skin and limbs entangled. You share drowsy kisses and murmur your love for one another.
So I noticed some weirdo fancops is sending proshippers anon hate calling them… Hippies???
I love you proshippers ♡ I love you anti harrassment individuals ♡ I love you compshippers ♡ I love you pro fiction people ♡ I love you block & filterers ♡ I love you people who make fandom feel safe ♡ I love you ex antis who are proship now ♡ I love you all ♡♡♡♡♡♡
We were supposed to kill each other, but here we are in each other’s arms instead.