Snoke's boudoir

there’s a japanese radish just below this post but you can’t reach it

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

Dogs serve as a kind of virtue eater for Americans to pour all of their kindness into without the risk of improving society or being nice to someone with any agency

his page on the V&A homepage - he also has a kilt and a green velvet jacket, but sadly there are no pictures of him wearing those

The Ones Who Walk Into Omelas With Kevlar Vests And Samurai Swords And Desert Eagles And Stare Down All Those Wicked Unrighteous Sinners In Their Droves And Proceed To Totally Fucking Waste Them All In A High Octane Action Sequence That Kicks Insane Amounts Of Ass Think The Raid If It Was Directed By John Woo But When They Finally Get To The Door Of The Basement Where They Keep The Kid Oh Shit It's The Fucking King Of Omelas And He's Wielding The Cursed Obsidian Blade Of The Underworld And They Gotta Waste Him Too But He's Incredibly Fast And Strong Thanks To All The Power He's Getting From The Kid And He Kills Almost All Of Them Until The Leader Draws Him Out With A Double Feint That Leaves Him Wide Open And Cuts His Fucking Head Clean Off With A Single Perfect Stroke And Then They Finally Open The Door To The Basement And Free The Kid

#The amount of people in the notes going wow I like this story so much better. #Gee I wonder why that is. I wonder why you like a joke that reimagines a metaphor for your own complicity in the machine of cruelty #as a story where there are truly good people and there are bad people Who Need To Die to free a prop without agency that symbolizes the #weak you feel guilty about exploiting. #and from that shame you have constructed an identity around using violence to free the exploited from the REAL bad people #who are never you or someone you know or another person somewhere close but always The Other. The Enemy. #which is the default story told in american art and many empires across the globe. #Who can say. #Some little maggot in my brain: you think this fucks too you pretentious normie. #Me: well yeah because I'm a hypocrite. I'm just saying though.

On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.