come on, baby... don't fear the reaper

shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics

I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡

the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints

I think doing morphine in the ossuary with Ralph Fiennes would fix me

“so you only like men who would probably kill you?” no i also like women who would probably kill me too. On account of my bisexual nature

this might piss some people off but I don’t think some of you actually ever tried to unlearn your hatefulness. you just came out as queer and decided your new targets really truly deserve it this time.

forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thinking about Johnny coming back somehow, months after Mikoshi. So excited to see V again, to celebrate that against all odds, they both made it. Only to see that V hasn't been able to find a cure. That they are too weak now to be able to keep looking for one. Johnny isn't going to let it end that way. Not when he fought his way back from the dead again for V. He tells V to rest, save their strength, because it's his turn now to fight for the both of them. He promises V he'll never watch them go again. He will save them at any cost. Thinking about how no matter what happens in their stories, they will always be raging against the dying of the light, not for themselves but for each other. They will go together or not at all.

we need to have a conversation about how the "everyone is 12" theory of politics now doesn't only apply to conservative men who want to kick the bad guys' asses and then go home and eat a steak their bangmommy made just for them (NO VEGGIES!!!) but also to adult women who are literally afraid of other people having sex and being sexy. it's like there's been this massive regression among women in their 20s where we've gotten rid of feminism and replaced it with a new form of purity politics that requires never saying anything bad about another women unless you find a new and creative way to call her a whore. the misuse of "she caters to the male gaze" as a new form of enlightened slut shaming, labeling any woman who wears a short skirt or has sex with a man as "not a girls' girl" and "a pick me," the intense overreaction to celebrity affairs or even just shit like the summer house mess where a woman is now dating another woman's ex even though there was no overlap and the "relationship" was just kind of a situationship that fizzled but now these little girls are online demanding both people involved in the new relationship lose their jobs and not get any brand deals, the panic over mildly sexual content in literally any capacity like ads or an instagram post in a crop top, the compulsion to link everything back to the epstein files, the monthly meltdown over sex scenes on tv and in movies. everyone is 12 and AFRAID of sabrina carpenter.

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

I hope that Bill and Ted permanently saved Joan of Arc. They sent her back to her own time, then finished doing the history report and went “Woah, dude!” and went back again and pulled her out of the fire.