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quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

I could scritch the kitty. Play with it. I'm different. I'd survive. From love.

It should be added that these all occur in one short passage as they eat their master Actaeon.

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

unfortunately my eyeliner will never look as good on me as it does on an american male rock musician in the early 2000s

op delete this now

If I had to see this, then all of you have to as well

Your secret is safe with me (i dissociated mid sentence and didn’t hear a thing you said)

your secret is also safe with me (I immediately forgot what you said)

your secret is safe (primarily because it's no longer with me).

brings me great joy to read medieval lit where the knights are physically described with the attention of a 2015 middle schooler writing y/n one direction fanfiction

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre