Shrek Or Bust

Would you all say this is accurate?

"What if a small group of religious extremists, persecuted in their own country, moved to an inhospitable uninhabited island and had to rebuild society there?" - But the Americas and Australia weren't inhospitable and were full of Native nations, why are you perpetuating the idea of Terra Nullius and manifest destiny? - Yes, that's because this isn't a metaphor for the British invading other countries, it's a metaphor for finding out how much of a person's religious practise is rooted in worldly concerns, vs how much they will really stymie themselves for the sake of God.

"What if 1/100 children born was a werewolf?" - But queer people are no danger to straight people, and disabled people don't have predictable patterns to their illnesses, and most people who have uncontrollable rages really CAN control them and are just lying, and no minority group has superpowers... - Yes, but that's all immaterial, because I wanted to talk about a load of other metaphors about the passage of time and responsibility and the relationship between humans and wildlife.

Congratulations to Sect Leader Yue Qingyuan for getting pregnant with triplets!! I hope he has a safe, wonderful term!!

Not because I’m lazy or unworthy or anything like that…

…but because one of my distant uncles was among the eight survivors of the Essex, the ship that inspired the ending of Moby Dick and sank after being rammed by a whale, and what do I fuckin do after my bloodline has this Ordeal at Sea?

When Shang Qinghua came back babbling with excitement over what he called cocoa beans Shen Qingqiu was rightfully suspicious of the situation. Especially since it proved to be a mundane type of seeds from a tree. There was absolutely no reason for Shang Qinghua to be so enthusiastic about it.

Shang Qinghua swore up and down it would be worth it however, and created what he called a chocolate sauce. He eagerly told Shen Qingqiu to dip a sliced fruit from the platter into it. Shen Qingqiu eyed him with suspicion before lightly dipping a strawberry into it.

The richness of the chocolate sauce hit hard. It was so sweet, far sweeter than the strawberry itself, and yet mixing with it perfectly. The slight bitterness of the chocolate sauce that hovered on his tongue was addictive. Forcing himself to eat the dipped strawberry slowly felt like torture. This was a treat fit for gods.

"Well?" Shang Qinghua asked eagerly.

Shen Qingqiu sneered at him. "I still don't see what the fuss is about." He reached out and dipped an orange slice into the chocolate sauce next, testing how it would mix. The tang on his tongue tingled as the sweetness of the chocolate washed through his mouth.

"So you don't want me to serve this at our next meeting?" Shang Qinghua teased.

"I don't tell you what to do," Shen Qingqiu sniffed haughtily.

"I have you covered." Shang Qinghua grinned widely and dipped a banana slice in. An obscene moan left him as he popped the chocolate dipped banana slice into his mouth. Shen Qingqiu shot him a sharp dirty look for that. At least he had had the dignity to keep his own pleasure quiet.

Such a rich delicacy was truly a pleasure worth living for.