may no fantasy hold my head up

not saying this is what that last person was implying at all, but there have been real times where people have acted like being bored to tears by domestic fluff means i dont understand the hypothetical appeal of that happening in real life. and sometimes i just get so blindsided by other peoples understanding of what fiction is even, like, for, categorically. because wish fulfillment/aspiration is so low down on the list of what makes a work hit for me. in many many instances my enjoyment of a piece of fiction goes up directly in proportion with how much i would never in a million years want to directly experience anything happening there.

"Hello, my name is Plover, and I am 120% legs. How are you?"

“Cant talk, gotta go plover there” *runs away with my long as fuck legs*

gagging you with our red string of fate to shut you up for one fucking second

[ID: Digital painting of a reflective, still body of water and land with trees, soil, and pasture. Several white birds fly around, and the small silhouette of person with a white dress and their reflection in the water, is at the center of the picture. End of ID]

has anyone seen my pet bacteriophage its name is styrofoam and its about [hand touching the floor] this tall

[ID: an illustration of a birch tree overlooking a lake, with wooded hills in the background and a decorate border of tadpoles and frogs.]

@majorasnightmare

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

Now a functionally suicidal character saying “I will live for you”. Now that’s a dynamic I can sink my teeth into.

now how about a functionally suicidal character saying "I will sell hot dogs for you"

Hotdog vender lays down their life to protect their suicidal partner, who then takes over the hotdog stand to carry on their memory...