i’m going to see if i can find a SINGLE intimidating photo of me
first one i saw is me literally bottle-feeding a baby deer so off to a good start
Look, I know it’s not the kind of intimidating you’re talking about but I’ve seen some shit and if I opened the door in the winter to this I absolutely would hesitate before engaging with you in any way whatsoever.
I would feel more comfortable opening my home to a were actively in hybrid form than to this creature carrying dark winter court energy.
it’s the adventure time hat in my hand isnt it
it’s the manic gleam in your eyes. the clear lack of proper clothing for the weather condotions. the fact that there are no footprints leading to where you stand.
I never noticed the lack of foot prints how did I get there???
Op where’s the picture of you feeding a baby deer
i think everyone needs this after looking at the first photo
do you think leia felt everyone on alderaan die but because she didn’t know she was force sensitive she thought it was all her own pain, do you think unknowingly force sensitive people all over the galaxy in the middle of sleeping or cooking dinner or kissing their children goodnight suddenly felt their hearts torn out and had no idea why
if you ever wanna be torn apart by a pack of rabid wolves then just say ‘i’ve never read harry potter’ and watch how many people turn to you frothing at the mouth with the full intent to murder. i was sitting in my uni class and i’m like ‘yah idk what you’re talking about i’ve never read the books’ and three (3) white girls’ heads swivelled on their necks at a full 360 degree rotation like some batshit owl but instead of coming from the hundred acre wood it’s a correctional facility. and they were ready to end me! then and there!!! after a deathly silence with the same constipated congestion and timeframe as a brontë novel i’m like ‘i’ve only seen the movies’ as if i thought that could redeem me, the heretic, the delilah, the Motherfucker ™, in the eyes of my fellow yeomen. and all 3 of them barked at the same time like i had just confessed to shitting on their mother’s greying corpse and depositing her directly into the atlantic instead of, ya know, not reading a bloody book series. so that’s my scarlet letter i guess