I WAS BORN INTO A ONE HUNDRED YEAR STORM

how do you move on from having the life of someone you care about in your hands? from feeling her hand slip from yours as you’re about to die? do you, in these final moments, feel guilt? that you could have done more? that you could have saved her? is this why you’re doing anything in your power to stop the inevitable, throwing everything tied to your identity to the enemy because the only thing that really matters is her? is desperately wanting to keep her alive all that goes through your mind? do you ever stop to think about your own suffering? of course not does death itself not frighten you as much as the possibility of failing her? is imagining the look on her face when you finally admit that there is nothing left to do scarier than dying? does the horror lie not in your own mortality but in becoming the reason despair settles into her expression?

In order to be properly non-pedophilic you have to want to fuck somebody old but not with gray or white hair because that's too close to blonde which as we've established is the hair color of children. So ideally somebody old as fuck but bald. And obviously wanting to have sex with a man is misogynistic so it has to be a woman. And it can't be a white woman because that would be racist and it can't be a woman of color because that would be fetishistic, so ideally a woman with some unnatural skin color, oh let's say, purple. But it can't be an alien, because we don't know anything about alien life cycles so it could be an alien child or an alien that looks like a child. So it has to be an animal from Earth, but obviously one of human level intelligence that can communicate is otherwise that would be bestiality. So an old purple female animal that can speak English. I think the only creature you can be hot for is the Ant Queen from A Bug's Life.

I need tiktokers to understand that ao3 has been home for the freaks (affectionate) ever since the day it was created. the entire site was created because “dark and fucked up fics” were banned and removed from other platforms, so us freaks came together and created a site for other freaks — a site where nothing is censored, a site with no algorithm, no capitalism, no ads, and again, absolutely no censorship.

It's an art history/architecture joke.