What The Fuck Is Wrong With Uou Why Would You Say That

pov your the oldest sister and therefore the 24/7 diplomat

every single time

I've done a lot of thinking about it and I'm still glad Sir Nighteye died

me: *looks for fic with extremely specific scenario that I made up*

fic: *doesn’t exist*

me:

Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

the r in tumblr stands for gay

No you don't understand how important the gay people in my phone are to me

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