I got bored and decided to put glitter on my neck and chest as part of my hot slutty fit today and now theres glitter everywhere its even in my goddamn elbow so hello everyone my name is glittertits now i guess
Honest to god, I love being extra with extra af people. I love it when roses are fucking red and there’s twelve of them. This is great. I’m never annoyed by people who sing and chat constantly or feel like they need some big fucking hair. It is all very slay.
This was very much the energy when Patroclus Spider-Mans up a fuckin cliff face for the express purpose of spewing effeminate rage into the highest void.
And then Thetis has the audacity to pretend she coincidently just needed to talk to him as if we don’t all know the unhinged power of his extra-ness is enough to summon a god. And when he suddenly realizes his feet are covered in gravelly open wounds? Metal as shit, my guy.
Anyways I’m tired of giving Achilles all the credit for being the angriest motherfucker around.