see how it shines

i just don’t get it. where are all the women. where are all the women in your fanfictions. are they all out of town? did they all go on vacation together? do they all have a dentist appointment at the same time?

it’s bc im on that damn phone honestly

one must imagine sisyphus livin la vida loca

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you

Anti public defender sentiment NOW of all times has GOT to be a psyop and I’m not being hyperbolic

‘You’re arguing to give rapists a lighter sentence you’re arguing for clients you know are guilty’ you are arguing for a state that can get away with whatever it wants so long as it calls someone a rapist. You are arguing that the state only needs to meet its burden of proof for innocent clients. You cannot be this stupid, I refuse to believe it.

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

being an adult is always like i have to go to the store i have to go to the store i have to go to the store

people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.

wait ok this is actually one that has caused some contention before when I've talked to people about it. reblog and tag whether or not you check the weather prediction every day before going out

these two communicate on a level we cannot understand with current language.

sex position: you, sitting on your throne. me, standing behind you, resting my arm on the back of your throne and sniling so sneetly at your ministers like i have any right to be there