💉 6/7/25 💉

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

it’s hard to like a character that’s sexually repressed bc if you go into the ao3 tag they are always writing them wrong sexually

Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.

#i stuck the word 'banal' in there twice specifically so that 'anal' would be low hanging fruit#but i genuinely did not anticipate 'banana' --@prokopetz

"masculine role models" lol

The real horror is that everyone just hugs it out

The real horror is that you're meant to agree with the reality where everyone just hugs it out and is true to themselves and even when things are horrible you're supposed to act like it's fine

SORRY BUT YOUR PASSWORD MUST CONTAIN ONE NUMBER, ONE CAPITAL LETTER, THE COW AS WHITE AS MILK, THE CAPE AS RED AS BLOOD, THE HAIR AS YELLOW AS CORN, AND THE SLIPPER AS PURE AS GOLD

they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws

making a pilgrimage to tumblr & getting conned by a blogger claiming to sell scraps of the shroud of pjackk

Remember when mike flanagan changed the last lines of haunting of hill house from “whatever walked there, walked alone” (deranged, gorgeous, suggestive of a solitude so complete it’s like a companionship) to “whatever walked there, walked together” (stupid, grammatically awkward, hallmark channel original) and we let him live to tell the tale #throwingup #vomit #blood #killmike #prodeathpenalty #mikeflanagandeath