“Gwen Stacy is trans!” I say into the microphone. The crowd starts to boo, tomatoes are thrown at me. I turn to walk off the stage.
“He’s right.” Comes a voice from the back of the room. I turn around, and there stands Gwen Stacy herself.
work is just six and a half hours of being the fakest bitch in the world
new favourite kind of dynamic. "I hate you, i will destroy you and you are the only one who will ever get me"
Early morning are so beautiful it's so mean that they put them in the early morning
Just once in my life I want to throw a Molotov Cocktail
deeply and passionately kissing a maiden named iced water
across the spiderverse