Nonsense & Whimsy

when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”

gender is a performance and im getting heckled by those old gay muppets

machine groaning gears churning steam whistle blows in blizzard HQ as the overwatch diversity machine explodes in a puff of black smoke and out on the conveyor belt rolls a third japanese character who happens to be a ninja

gothic horror is when there's a location. cosmic horror is when there's an unauthorized fucking Thing. folk horror is when you're outside.

Okay, what is it when there's an unauthorized fucking Thing lurking outside of a location?

Then you’re in John Carpenter’s 1982 masterpiece The Thing