*fucknasty pervert thoughts*

instead of “this person made good art so they can’t be a bad person” try looking at it like this: “this person made art so they can’t be a good person”

Why is my dash covered in twinks. make them girls or they go in the soup.

why are people outside at the same time as me it’s my turn

much like a beautiful horse i like salt and roaming freely

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

I should quit my job to pursue a life of meaningless violence

Dj sepsis playing the deep cuts that get under your skin

Chuck Jones is the best counterexample to “the curtains are just blue” because you would not believe the amount of thought and art theory he put into his silly little cartoons

I’ve got that neglected dog stare

Not to be a bitch but sometimes people engage with fiction in the most boring way possible, and nowhere is this clearer than in videogames. Like what you mean you hate a character just because they were kind of abrasive when speaking to the player character? "They were mean to me" and it didn't occur to you to wonder why? Like, what might their attitude toward you reveal about the world? About the social dynamics within it? About their own perspectives and backgrounds and personalities? Does it even occur you to ask? Would you only have liked them if they bowed to your presence and talked about how great you are? Like I'm sorry but you're so boring. How boring fiction would be if it cathered to you