merrivale

Prefect tom lecturing fellow students for like breaking curfew or cheating on tests while he has a giant man eating snake as a pet and is the founder of an actual cult. like omg you cannot be serious the freaky cultist guy just got me in detention for a week. his snake literally just ate a girl but god forbid I do a little pda in the halls between classes. WHO IS RUNNING THIS PLACE !!

person (non-practicing)

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

what if we killed each other 😳 and there was only one grave 😳😳😳

I write fucked up stuff to cope with something, but hell if I know what it is.

a lot of writing is sort of watching the film in your head like oh sorry can’t write the chapter yet i have to repeat hallucinate the dialogue first

Is that a miette?

Pride for you!  Pride for a thousand years!!

you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.

Assignment misunderstood. I have now built a city.