i swear it must be heaven’s light

ttrpg games are insane and make you insane in ways that are fundamental and irreparable. sometimes the best piece of fiction you will ever experience will happen to you and your friends over two to five years of your life. it will be your work and their work and yet somehow exist between and beyond you all. there will only be like three or five of you in the room and nobody else will ever be able to experience this in the way you did. it will be ephemeral and immediate and it will occasionally make you feel so bad you see hell. fuck. what a concept

the spear cuts through water has so much else going on that from time to time you forget about the psychically linked surveillance network of mad tortoises even when there’s one literally rotting in the back seat

this may just be my read as a cis woman but monstrous regiment is like. REMARKABLY readable and re-readable for a book About gender written by an old cis dude in 2003, which imo mostly comes down to keeping its fundamental premise completely grounded in the idea that Gender Is A Performance. there’s nothing inherent or “true” about any character’s gender except an external framework of expectations and what they do (or don’t do) to meet it, and that framework is explicitly ridiculed for how faulty and made-up it is. it’s simple and incisive and funny and i’m always so pleasantly surprised by how un-icked i am every time i return to it

a guy shoots at me with a sniper rifle and I catch the bullet in my teeth and eat it, but he saw that coming and put poison in the bullet, but I saw that coming and drank an antidote ahead of time, but all those weird chemicals still give me a really bad kidney stone a few days later and I pass out from pain and crash my car into, by pure coincidence, the sniper

louis de pointe du lac moving image PLEASE