I will reblog this until you’re all sick of me
I will never grow sick of this
There are three basic categories of fic writer:
type one: fan fiction is a love letter to canon, only small changes unless it’s an au!!
type two: the source material can bite me, I don’t give a fuck
type three: horny
sorry, I forgot one
type four: canon COULD be so good if it wasn’t so straight/white/horny, so I fixed it while holding unblinking eye contact with the creator and mouthing ‘die’
trying to make a post so bad it gets detected as Malware
all of henry viii’s wives deserved better. their husband was a piece of shit and most of them have been made to look like whores or bitches when in reality most of them were in pressured into marry him and suffered abuse at the hands of a monster who was willing to murder and destroy the lives of women he supposedly loved simply to get what he wanted
nothing gives me more pleasure than the fact that the only thing henry viii is known for is the women in his life. his wives, his mother, mary, elizabeth. eat a dick, henry, the women in your life are what made you memorable.
take your carriage very slowly by your rival’s home, that she might see your latest hat
Eat your heart Catherine, you toad-eating hag.
Elizabeth, you must surely be aware that I am unable to view the roads from my apartments due to the vastness of my estate…
Oh, please do forgive my mistake, Catherine, I had only assumed you could see from that ostentatiously high pedestal atop of which you have placed yourself
gamer: did you play this game as a kid
me: no
gamer: i must be way older than u
me: actually i was just poor
Thank you for this
when i think about andrew (which is. all the time) i get so deeply engrossed on the beauty that is his entire, tragic character and, y'know, all that, but then a voice in the back of my head just goes “1.52 m tall” (screw your weird and useless measurement units, america) and i just. cannot fucking believe




