the widening gyre

thinking about the first time shane and ilya are having sex post-cottage and shane stops to fold ilya's clothes alongside his own. praying for shane's hole in that moment.

When you think of it in terms of Murderbot’s entire existence until Preservation Station being one long job in customer service with no personal rights or ability to quit, its attitude towards random humans makes perfect sense.

A person at work yesterday told me they were from Ottawa and I almost replied, "oh, I love Shane Hollander," because for a second I lived in a world where everyone from Ottawa thinks of him like a hometown hero. Then I remembered he's fictional and that would be an insane thing to say.

The closing stinger is ART.

what about blorbhov from my complicated russian novel though

blorbeaux from my nilihist french plays

blorbón from my weird latin american magical realist novels

blorbug from my kafkaesque short stories

von blorbow from my german sturm und drang novel

Don Blorbo from my opera

błórbżo from my polish poetry

blorbocles from my ancient greek epics

Mr. Blorby from my Jane Austen novels

Blorbio from my early modern plays

useless rosetta stone

sometimes you think yeah i'm over this hyperfixation then you log onto tumblr dot com and your mutual is blorbo posting in such a niche and perverted way that it relights the flame for another decade

I am not immune to propaganda, all it takes is a few gifs of some gay bullshit happening and i'm locked in

>#I love how this gag would be funny at any point since the third century BCE