gaslight, gatekeep, girl interrupted

if you're a woman and you don't grovel and prostrate yourself you will cause a lot of seemingly subconscious irritation in many people

being some fucking guy on tumblr is so crucial for me it keeps me humble and, importantly, stupid

what if orpheus was butch and she unclipped her carabiner and held it out behind her and then eurydice clipped it onto her belt loop and then orpheus didnt have to look back because she could hear eurydice jingle jangling behind her. follow me for more dyke solutions to famous tragic literature

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

sorry to anyone who followed me for anything. you're not getting that

I wish there was a magic skillet I could pick up that would make me literally impossible to fire from a job, no matter how weird or disagreeable people decided I am, where I could still work only part time & ideally with lots of breaks. Like sorry Ms Karen McWasp, I am a load bearing unit and the task will be done when it's done and there's jack shit you can do.

I know you probably meant "skillset" but I'm having so much fun imagining myself carrying the Skillet of Job Security around my office all the time.

I did but yeah the Skillet of Job Security is much more fun

Manifesting for some intrepid web developer to build a plug-in in 2026 that disables and turns off all AI. Images, “assistants,” summaries, everything, all of it on every site and every app. Let me use my own brain. Let me wander the vast expanse of the desert unmolested by Satan.

TIL there are at least four numbered generations of My Little Ponies (rather than just "the ones from the 1980s" and "the ones from the 2010s")

Perhaps I am a slow writer. Perhaps I do suffer from writer's block sometimes. Perhaps I try to write too many stories at once. Or perhaps I don't write at all right now. Perhaps... what was my point again?

Sometimes you send something you found online to a friend because you want to brighten their day, and sometimes you send something you found online to a friend with the precise attitude and bearing of a cat very carefully lining up their paw with the back of another cat's head.

[guy whose bedtime is approaching fast] I need to write one billion words right now. and draw everything that has ever existed.

in a way it is very funny how stupid people get really angry about the concept of lesbianism because they themselves aren't one. "This word doesn't reflect the fluidity of my sexuality!" ok well don't use it if it doesn't describe you?