[checks a tag on ao3]
Have you ever found yourself doing something and even as you’re doing it you think “this is such a waste of time, who even cares whether people get their alpha timeline versions of Dave confused with their alpha universe versions of Dave anyway?” but then somehow when you’ve done it, you feel like a massive weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
"America is a land of freedom!!11!!"
if you don’t support fat girls in crop tops and mini skirts then i cannot support you
can you imagine how many things mom lalonde would confess that rose would just brush off as a joke tho
what do you mean its too late in the year to be making valentines