by major tom » Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:22 pm
Granted, but someone intent on killing you slips a roofie in it. You then find yourself strapped in a chair before feeling the cool blade of a knife pressing into your throat, a voice purring into your ear, "Finally, you are awake." That is the last thing you experience.
I wish that angry fangirls would stop chasing me for being anti-Zutara.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.