When writing a time travel fic with poor memory, you get so wrapped up in the people interacting and making sure the technology and clothing and such is all in the correct time (or in the correct decades in the case of what I’m writing) that you forget the time machine that you made is an abandoned photo booth in the employees only room of an arcade that is only activated because the character kicks the button on accident
Or however you spell that (I have just tried my fucking hardest to spell something)
Prepare yourself.
Wait wait wait what do you mean The Smiths is "male-manipulator-music" is this a thing I just associate it with my fellow sad trans people what do you mean it's for the Patrick Bateman/Scott Pilgrim types
Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs
I wanna go play Silent Hill but Ah! The Hour! The Sounds! This is no time for Silent Hill
love is in the air? wrong. evil skull
Dude I'd kill for a Beatles show à la The Monkees that's about The Beatles being submariners. You can get a little of that watching Yellow Submarine (the movie, not the song) but I think a little show would be funny