in the mirror of erised i would see my otps being canon i’m not even joking
in the mirror of erised i would see my otps being canon i’m not even joking
“I’m glad I caught that typo before sending that message!’ said no iPhone user ever.
you dont choose the otp
the otp chooses you
It doesn’t just choose you.
It unexpectedly clutches you by your genitals, reaches upward within you viscera, digs its talons into your heart, throws your mangled body into a blender of emotions and presses ‘purée’.
This is what it truly means to have an OTP.
Like Aliens. For your soul.