also absolutely hate when people say "this is set a million years from now and there's still racism and homophobia? #problematic" and then you read it and it's a scathing and concise yet meticulous examination of our current views on race and gender and sexuality. you don't understand what the point of science fiction is. escapism is not the pinnacle of the written form that all genre fiction should aspire to. you're annoying me

the fantastical setting allows for the writer to make our current day issues larger than life and therefore more easily examined and deconstructed. in genre fiction fantasy is often used as a microscope and through it we can try to better understand what's gone so wrong with us in the modern day, we can try to point to the cancer in the cells. it's natural to want to escape sometimes (i love a good romcom for example) but you do need to confront a mirror every once in a while. the solution to your pain is not to bury your head in squeecore. sorry i said squeecore

thank you doctor for doubling my testosterone. however i turn into a hound of some sorts late into the evenings. i am not complaining but i was not informed of this effect either way

cats will see u eating a single bagel and look at u like your a european monarch cackling eating every last shred of food while they a poor beggar boy go off and die at war for the kingdom of a god they no longer believe in

hey bro hit this *passes you a caterpillar in a leaf*

*gives it a little kiss and passes it to the next person*

*develops a rash cause caterpillars are poisonous and venomous*

hey bro hit this *passes you a caterpillar in a leaf*

*gives it a little kiss and passes it to the next person*

me, looking at medieval drawings of non-european animals, drawn based on nothing but written descriptions: lmao how obvious is it that whoever fucking drew this had never actually seen an elephant. Why does it look like a dog. me, trying to find references to ancient Roman clothing, and only finding written descriptions of them: Forgive my former hurbis, you who passed this path before me. I had not yet stood where you once stood. How foolish was I then, to mock your blindness and stumbling on your way, when I should have envied the bravery in which you stepped into the dark unknown.

sorry i butt rotaried you

sorry i butt rotaried you