I’m Gonna Want You Until The Stars Evaporate

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

"fandom is dying," they whine as they stab artists and writers in the chest with discourse knives and harassment screws. "why isn't anyone making content for me to greedily consume for free as I make the experience worse for them and everyone around me?"

not to tell people what to do but as someone who’s been in fandom since i was like twelve, i promise that the only good fandom experience involves limiting your friend circle to, like, seven people. when you’re in a city, you don’t make friends with every douchebag on the street. stringently vet the people who are allowed to influence you. in an age of people and companies constantly demanding your attention and energy, your happiness will grow best like flowers in a greenhouse in a terrible city; a contained, curated space allows happiness to flourish. keep it small and don’t be sorry to tell people to stay the fuck out of your greenhouse.

Directive 8020 is so funny because it's basically just a bunch of queer people in space and also elon musk is there.

sex with a guy who wants to hunt you for sport for 6-12 hours immediately beforehand

sex with a guy who gave you a big head start and mocks you about it after he’s caught you anyway

sex with a guy who wants to watch your brain kick down a few notches when he pins you down like you’re a prey animal that knows it’s done running