Cosmic Lucky ★

characters with animal motifs make me search bullshit like are butterflies promiscuous

concept: instead of “time traveller from the past is unimpressed by the present” it’s “time traveller from the past loves things we don’t like about modern society” like they think pollution is badass or something

medieval peasant upon hearing the number of species that go extinct every day: fuck yeah, damn those beafts to hell

More fictional characters should have strange and upsetting changes/transformations to their bodies or loss of control over their magic/powers, that they importantly either don't understand or refuse to acknowledge

I just really like when characters find their own bodies or capabilities to be frustrating and confusing, and doing things against their will/that they don't understand

This could probably make good metaphors/allegories for either puberty or disability depending how to play it. It's also just straight up spectacular whump

@goodbyenorthernlights

Die temu ad die

Hmm. Accidentally looks like latin.

Accidental latin is my new favourite thing.

@theshitpostcalligrapher

Agree, @qqueenofhades, except on the matter of breaking “die ad die” apart. It’s a common structure in poetic and oratorical Latin to jam one phrase in the middle of another. I can’t think of an example exactly parallel to this construction, but I could believe a Roman poet would write it!

....oh my god. You might be a genius. Because what else does Tumblr do but daily disgrace [itself, oneself, and/or numerous others] in the manner of the day, and make numerous scribal errors.

how dare you say we error on the scribes

this is what happens when you buy your latin on temu

Perfect wrap, 10/10 no notes

Do you want a spicy, queer, kinky book with canonical intersex characters and cougars and a plot that will keep you on edge? Well, i have the perfect book for you! The 120 Days of Sodom is a page-turner that will keep you on the edge of your seat,

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs