You make me want to be a New Yorker.

We’re being exterminated.

Thinking about how one of the most iconic horror monsters is founded on the premise of how pregnancy is horrifying when outside of the social norms (or blinders) we normally view it with.

Drinking on a Thursday? Everything okay?

Caca-chin

The animal’s at work too ya know.

I dunno why but I’m getting the impression Qin Zheng himself might be a eunuch given how flimsy sounding his excuse for a lack of heirs sounds.

Zetian learning about a jello shot is a bright light in claustrophobic darkness.

Oh no Qin Zheng is serving

Nine-point-five out of tan.