Wife cucked me and all I got was this lousy shirt

hey.. two people were asking about you… so i gave them your address and phone number… their names were Skeletal Warrior and Skeletal Ice Mage

walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck

are you okay i noticed you reblogging "a raven with a damaged wing. it can still fly with ease" again

so called "free thinkers" when there's a bug on the ceiling

i’ve seen so many stories where revenge is awesome and cool and the best thing you can possibly do. just once i would like to see a story in which revenge has two victims, the target and the pursuer. but i guess society has not yet come as far as i have in deconstructing destructive notions of honor and valor entwined with hate. maybe someday someone will write this. not me, though.

thanks for the recs everyone. can you point me in the direction of things that are about how family doesn’t have to be your blood relatives, but instead can be people you have chosen. what about some creative works that are about the power of creative works. or where the main character is a writer. or something set in new york city where it’s like the city itself is a character. is there anything that is secretly about trauma, bonus points if it’s the way trauma is passed down. these are all ideas i yearn to see represented but i’ve never seen before and i don’t know if they’ve ever been done.

thanks for opening my eyes to different animes, mangas, children’s shows, dungeons and dragons podcasts, and shakespeare. but i bet you won’t be able to find something that shows how friendship can be just as powerful as romance and friendship breakups can be just as devastating as romantic breakups. or how twin siblings can look identical but be emotionally and temperamentally opposites. or a dark, gratuitously violent subversion of superheroes, using nietzsche’s concept of the ubermensch as a gateway for fascism. or a sitcom where you think it’s gonna be funny but it’s actually a deep introspective look at the creator’s life and it isn’t funny at all and actually just sucks. the art of creation is only a thousand years old and we have only just begun to break the rules that have been made for us.

i think its funny that the average american has no clue how hormones work so now we have fully grown men convinced that testosterone is like an attack stat in dota 2

making heavy use of a technique i like to call "bothering my cat" which consists largely of bothering my cat

Scooby-Doo is a dog who can talk, which is amazing, and he largely uses his powers of speech to communicate how scared he is of ghosts and monsters, and basically the only thing his owners do is drive him around the country putting him inside various haunted houses and such. I wish I could take Scooby-Doo aside, I want to say to him, these people are not your friends.