Blasphemous

first thing id do as a skeleton is drink red wine from a goblet and have it spill out everywhere . second thing id do is play my ribs like a xylophone

how do I explain to people that I genuinely and with 100% sincerity think that the greatest love story in all of fiction is a 6.5 minute dnd podcast monologue about a character named barry bluejeans and his hot elf girlfriend playing music and holding hands

i bet it feels good as fuck to start swaying on your feet after overtaxing your magic reserves

the erasure of the rape element in mythological retellings is so heinous it borders on misogyny

it’s the idea that because rape as an act is misogyny, that talking about rape or including it in stories is also misogyny. as if acknowledging that women were denied agency and dignity somehow further denies us agency and dignity. when really, acknowledging the ways women were/are denied agency and dignity affirms that we are entitled to these things. a feminist story isn’t just a story in which no bad things happen to women. bad things do happen to women. pretending they don’t, and especially trying to superimpose that conviction onto the past, just because it isn’t as fun to dwell on, is not a feminist position.

I like seeing some of you ""regulars"" in my notes it's like oh hey that's my Coworker from Tumblr

I wish none of you were sad

I wish there was peace and justice and wealth and happiness and good people around all of the planet

try and one up me again bitch