the wild profusion of existing things

hey kitten. daddy needs to talk to you. your kink blog is great, but you are not highlighting the words correctly. kitten. stop highlighting. this is shit. did you seriously highlight that period. kitten.

hey don't cry. think about Blorbo struggling to get up, coughing up blood <3

more women whump. more women pushing themselves and passing out from sleep deprivation and exhaustion. more women training until their knuckles bleed and their legs give out from under them. more women being held prisoner and remaining stoic until the very end or perhaps when they’re rescued. more women under truth serum and terrifying hallucinogens. more women waking up in a pool of blood, their own and others’ and not knowing what happened but that something is terribly wrong with them. more women falling apart o ly when rescued. more women pushed to their breaking point. more women whump.

the best time to read percy jackson is when you’re at peak middle-schooler awkwardness and haven’t read enough literature by more experienced writers to judge it for its mistakes. if you start it after taking more than one high school english class, you might have standards that can get in the way of enjoying a teacher’s first try at writing a five book series that diverse characters, written in a literary atmosphere where any fiction with characters with politicized existences were meant to be mocked and smothered into oblivion. but if your spirit is youthful enough to ignore the often noticeably new-at-this and just-trying-their-best writing, it's magical and will cling to you forever like a parasite, and as you age, the ghost of its literary potential will occasionally possess you and show you versions of the original material that are the coolest shit since people in stompy boots and eyeliner. the community of old fans possessed by ghosts of literary potential welcomes you with open arms. the prophecy foretells that this country of refugees will one day leave their camps in Ao3 and Tumblr to storm an office and hold a publishing company exec at gunpoint, and the ghosts will live again

My liege, if you recall, the prophecy stated that you would fall by the hands of your first born son. Yes, I understand that twelve daughters is a very impressive feat, but mayhaps you should consider quitting while you’re ahead?

it may already be too late my liege, i do not think all 12 of daughters will remain daughters, one of thy daughters hath already begun listening to cavetown and told me elliot is a pretty cool name and what if she went by elliot, i quote "but like as a joke"

sometimes i feel ive got to

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run away

would you still love me if i was a small iridescent freshwater fish

end financial goal is to be able to buy custom leatherwork from small artists at full price. once i am there i will know i have made it

I will always care more about the supportive cishet boyfriend at pride than i will about the wannabe cop queer person interrogating every “straight looking” couple to make sure they’re “queer enough” to be there btw. Don’t worry about your cishet boyfriend, he’s sitting with me eating an ice cream wearing a homemade little pride bracelet around his arm and he is the happiest he’s ever been in his life :]