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i still think about the fucking quesadilla terf

I think making character playlists is good for you and connected to analysis skills in a very fun way and low investment way. I know its seen as quite trivial but to me it operates the same way looking at a lot of art builds ur skills passively. Yummy enrichment activity

The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband

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

Just imagine a traveling monk doing that epic throat singing while some bard be shredding on some kind of lyre and the bard is like yo let's combine our talents. And so you have this martial artist who can do really badass flying kicks and handstand spins for fighting reasons and they say okay now do thet to the beat, also play this mandolin. And there's a disgraced former Jester that Fucks as hard as he partakes in Herbs and Booze you know what i mean. But can also sing and play drums but more importantly he Knows People. Anyway so they become a very popular rock group, similar to a heavy metal group, at some point the jester gets addicted to some shit and causes drama, the monk with his epically deep singing is such a straight edge virgin they almost have a falling out but he falls in love with the Jester and stops being a monk, all their fans are writing real person fanfiction, anyway but when they die of old age eventually people forgot about them and the fanfiction got lost, but they were successful for decades, I mean who is to say this didn't happen, we don't know, anyway their band name was Catgut and all the Jester/Monk fujoshis were right and the dancer fighter couldn't sing for shit but he had a loving wife and kids at home he provided for, the most normal of them all really, his wife was the lyricist as well, they ended up in a throuple with the bard, their most popular song was Ye Smitten.

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

getting lost in evil pervert fantasy warmly smiling and gently shutting my eyes in such a way that onlookers would assume I am reminiscing my favourite Christmas past

(some guy on the internet voice) it's so unrealistic and forced when women win fights against men in stories. of course, when a young boy defeats a huge man I'm cheering and screaming because it is so badass, and when a frail old man defeats a cocky young warrior I feel nothing but satisfaction. I love these power fantasies about easily dispatching people who underestimate you, a thing I desire despite the fact that I will likely never have the skill to achieve it in real life, but I'm pretty sure women don't have that same desire, and even if they do, they shouldn't get to see it in media. because it's so unrealistic, you see. I mean I'm smart enough to know I can't take down a big man in a fight but the women, you know, they'll get ideas. I could probably do it if I trained hard enough, but the women??? for some reason I can't see it happening, and who can say why that is.

They're building a forced labor concentration camp for homeless people in Utah. And there's still people saying those of us who recognise reality are hysterical and insane. There's no line that can be crossed to make them admit it IS that bad, serious, and unacceptable, is there?

Let’s fucking go

no one cares that you shave your legs because of sensory issues shut the fuck up forever

really galling amount of people misinterpreting this post so i'd like to clarify. i'm saying that when discussions about patriarchal beauty standards and the way women are heavily shamed and coerced into eschewing their own natural state of being (hairy) are occurring, it is unhelpful (AT BEST) to interrupt and say that the reason YOU remove the hair from your body is because of sensory issues. that's not what we're talking about. stop asking for validation for doing something that society at large wants you to do. stop derailing the conversation because you feel uncomfortable about being made aware that you, for whatever reason it is, adhere to harmful, unfair and ridiculous beauty standards. you're stepping into the middle of an important conversation that needs to be had and making it all about you. shut the fuck up forever.

also quite frankly i think a lot less people would experience sensory issues if they let their hair grow out so that it isn't bristly and rough and irritating. and i cannot help but wonder why these sensory issues aren't as predominant in men. maybe you're uncomfortable with the hair on your body because you've been taught to be uncomfortable with it. just a thought.