the throat of delusion incarnate

i have probably made this clear through various facetious dictatorial edicts but i really find it odd and offputting how much fandom-posting gets couched in the language of permission... "you're allowed to like X", "let people enjoy things", "you can do whatever you want forever" -- why are these people trapped in a perpetual game of mother-may-i with everybody they interact with?

our age of bronze is collapsing, the age of iron struggles to be born... now is the time of sea peoples

just saw the funniest thing on twitter where someone was broken up with bc they ate 7 croissants im CRYINGGGG

trying to interrogate the last boy that went to jupiter to get more stupider, but he bit down on an estradiol like a fucking cyanide capsule and I didn't get anything from her!

[louder than everyone] MAN I THINK IT DEPENDS!

You gotta be really publicly passionate about things if you want your friends to text you. Bc people will forget to text you because they’re human. But if you’re really openly the friend who loves identifying ants your friends will think of you when they see ants. And they’ll text you “what ant is this [blurry photo]”. And then they’ll ask you how you’ve been and we should get coffee sometime. But if they don’t know what you love they’ll never know what you like

And then when the ant convention is in town they’ll be like dude… we should go to the ant convention. But they would never think to go if they didn’t know u loved ants

And sometimes you need to ask them to go to the ant convention. But you Will not get anywhere hiding your passions