superbooties:

Yes, indeed, old boy. I’ve got you. I’ve got you when I force you to come to me because you don’t think about me anymore.

You shamelessly gallivant with unsavory characters at, frankly, very scary hours, you ignore me in class - you ignore me when I’m standing right next you, for fuck’s sake -, and you can’t even be bothered to return a simple message until hours later if you return it at all.

So, obviously, I’ve got you. No, fuck you, Strider, you thoughtless asshole. I don’t have you.

I haven’t had you for years, and now I don’t have anyone.

I’m alone, and it’s my fault even though all I wished was to return some of the kindnesses I was afforded, so I’m quite sure I’m not allowed to feel badly about it.

-From Find A Temple, Build A Temple

i said id do fanart for it sooner or later right?? (granted its very shitty fanart for such a great fic but SHUT UP ITS 12 AM)

if i had to choose a part id say this is my favorite

Anonymously tell me what you think of me.

(Source: acertae)

i-a-airbud:

Every time i spell ‘teh” instead of “the”

I make a face as if I was told the most revolting thing ever told and have a wave of self loathing wash over me.