only third instar, already slaying

beautiful british women named Battery Low are trying to contact me through my noise cancelling headphones

...And they only say their own name, like Pokemon?

she also says "Bluetooth connected"

even after checking this is real I’m still having a hard time comprehending it 🍌🍌🍌

they don't call her the revolutionary girl for nothing

the supreme irony of orson scorson corson's virulent transmisogyny is that ender from enders game is like one of the most chillingly and accurately transmisogynized characters in all of science fiction

ohhhh yup. yeah. so that's why I liked that book so much as a kid. it was very easy to immerse myself in ender's world

if you take the explicit notion that is in the text that peter represents masculine power and aggression and valentine represents feminine love and nurturing, which the two of them discuss when making their decision to argue one another's viewpoints in the public sphere so as to temper each of their extremities, and you read that onto the notion that is again explicit in the text that ender, a "third" child who is illegal by birth and has only been permitted to be born in hopes that he can be the goldilocks child between his siblings' poles, is somehow the fusion of both of their natures, a quality which best qualifies ender out of anyone on earth to be sent to The Child Abuse Institute for Making Boys Into Weapons and trained through homosocial abuse to view genocidal violence toward an alien other as a game to be won, an experience which breaks him completely, it kinda just is like. bruh

fuck would estrogen have saved him, would estrogen have saved the buggers??? (what a name)

he is constantly wishing he was valentine and hating any part of himself that is peter. the most haunting line in the book, to me, which i can quote to this day from memory, was always after the brain implant which lets the military scientists monitor him is removed and he's ambushed (!) by a group of older boys (!!!) and he explicitly breaks the masculine code of fair fighting (!!!!!) by cheap shotting the ringleader and then stomping him on the ground, and once the fight is won and he gets away and he's completely sick with guilt and self hatred at having lashed out in violence, in his despair he says "I am just like Peter. Take my monitor away, and I am just like Peter."

my explicit goal in writing this post is to get it reblogged and spread so widely that orson scott card sees it and finally cracks her poisonous self hating little egg. it's never too late you wack bitch

everybody wants to fuck my run-on sentence that has like 8 clauses and is a 4 full inches tall on a screen

when that honey mustard hits

have you guys heard about the greenland shark. some crazy shit happening there.

You listen to music regularly? Why? Have you even tried quitting? Could you quit? You get music stuck in your head? Wow. You're so ruined and music brained. I bet you make your partners listen to music with you when you have sex. Music addiction has really ruined a whole generation. You know it's not realistic to expect reverb in real life, right? You're probably so desensitized that you don't even feel anything anymore when you hear a bird singing that it wants some fuck.