Does Anyone Else Have This Issue Where You're Suuuper Invested In A Fic, But The Closer You Get To The

Does anyone else have this issue where you're suuuper invested in a fic, but the closer you get to the end the more you're like "Eh, I'm not in the mood, I'll continue it another time," so you click off the tab but don't delete it- because you wanna save your progress but God KNOWS bookmarking the page won't help- and now your fic tabs are slowly increasing but you're just not in the mood to read any of them so you keep looking for more fics? Anyone?

Something's up...

I've genuinely been trying to avoid Hazbin spoilers so I could enjoy the whole show (bc I'm not paying for another streamer service), but those god damn lore shorts on yt always end up sneaking into my feed.

oh my god you can boop urself

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

I'm not reading all of that but my first immediate though was "Mmmm fungussy"

what if you went into a bar and the bartender was a fungus-girl and when she gave you your drink she said “you seem like a really fungi!” only some of her spores broke off in the drink and when they reached your stomach they started growing and spreading and entering your bloodstream and at last one reached your brain stem where it planted itself firmly and then your own body started acting against your will and you hiked and you climbed to a very tall place, far above all the foliage, and at last the fungi burst out of your eyes, sprouting into a thousand different intricate colors, and before long a bird girl showed up and started poking at your flesh and you realize in your last moments that this is what it’s all about, you were always meant to join the chain of life only as a single link in some monstrous fungi’s reproductive cycle—and before you can even scream the bird girl plucks your head off with her beak. and and and what if it were like a sexual thing