BUT I SURE DO LIKE SATURDAY MORNINGS

i have been noticing recently that people younger than me are too sensitive, while people older than me are not sensitive enough. which, if i'm correct, should be taken as a sign that the total reality penetration vortex is operating as intended -- within as few as five or six generations we may very well be producing babies who can directly perceive the wound at the heart of the world

COLETRIOTS WE ARE UP

Cast out by the narrative the path of righteousness leads to nowhere because you walked off the road a long time ago and you are already dead and then ground down by war into pointlessness to the barest archetype a soldier fighting to die for no cause and then an outline a tool a violent act and then not even that anymore a heart that has resolved to stop itself unremembered in the mud and☝️they will sing no songs of it

sorry literally it’s so epic that Westeros’ greatest warrior is a man who came from nothing and attained great glory by the sword only to be completely and fundamentally broken by the war he wanted and caused to the point where he isn’t human isn’t a banner and is just a memory of an archetype in history. A broken man fighting to die. a feast for the crows

i ❤️ anachronisms i ❤️ historically inaccurate costumes i ❤️ big swings i ❤️ the ways stories shift with the contexts of their time i ❤️ thematic unspooling and respooling i ❤️ transformative work i ❤️ looking at a story through a new lens i ❤️ formal changes between mediums i ❤️ remixes i ❤️ amalgamation i ❤️ changes that desecrate the “sanctity” of a work i ❤️ iteration i ❤️ adaptation

odyssey time

will forever be the movie that preceded a vicious argument turned very cathartic feelings talk with my baby brother. 7.5/10 the bit with athena at the end was my favorite part

I think if we keep encouraging Tumblr YA comedy-fantasy authors we can really put a dent in the idea that it's possible for writing to be good