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frankly love that there is a niche literature side of tumblr where people are just writing full shakespare essays for fun with cited sources, all lowercase sentences, sixteen exclamation points. tags are getting peer reviewed. takes are getting nuanced. best reading you’ve ever heard of the odyssey is suggested in a post by someone with an avengers profile pic with zero punctuation and ended with “screaming crying throwing up.” it’s like role playing academia in an online jungle gym

Can I be honest with yall I don't want to hear SHIT against cishets at pride this year

"But it's not FOR them!!!" The biggest military power in the world belongs to a christofascist nation overseen by a felon found guilty of 34 federal crimes and has greenlit a gestapo with more direct funding than the entire military of Canada for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. Let Hetero Jessica throw some biodegradable glitter at a municipal parade

At this point if anyone is trying to exclude anyone benignly pro-queer from a pro-queer space I'm just going to assume you're a fed or something idk like something something destabilize the movement from within or whatever

after you read the poem “the woman dies” a lot of media makes you mad

there is nothing that can really prepare you to read jane eyre for the first time because what do you mean there’s a multi-chapters plot line where the ~brooding byronic hero~ love interest disguises himself as an old woman fortune teller in a ploy to get the main character to admit she likes him. except a man wants to get his fortune told by this “old woman” so the love interest makes a rule that “she” will only tell the fortunes of young unmarried women. but then every young unmarried woman except the main character goes to have their fortunes told, so the “fortune teller” has to send someone to get the main character so she’ll have her fortune told as well. and then the “fortune teller” tries to get the main character to talk about boys, but the main character is dismissive and says shes never spoken to the men at the party. so the “fortune teller” brings up the love interest and the main character straight up says he doesn’t even count. and the “fortune teller” keeps trying to get the main character to talk about the love interest, and she just deflects every time. then the “fortune teller” tells the main character that happiness is close enough for her to have, if she should only choose it for herself. and then the love interest takes off his disguise and declares his true identity once again. and the main character walks away from this wondering whatever it could mean.

I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!

I did it! It sucked but I did it!

I KNOW when characters are bisexual. even when it’s not explicitly said

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”

still think it’s incredible they made a movie musical about pt barnum where the point is like love and accept yourself no matter who you are or what you look like <3 when pt barnum irl was like exploitation georg who lives in a circus and and dehumanizes 10,000 people daily. not sure how they came up with that one

"Telling a fabricated story that audiences want to hear rather than anything faithful to actual facts about relevant history" is the most authentic experience a PT Barnum movie could possibly have been, though

ladies… ladies… theres enough of me to go around… cut me into little pieces… rip me into bloody chunks… its ok… i dont mind…

on pornhub searching "sex where they are kissing a lot and it looks like they both genuinely want to be there"