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god grant me the strength to write my weird porn, the serenity to write my weird porn and the wisdom to write my weird porn
the thing w female characters is that they are going to be hated anyway - as will be the actresses (which is inexcusable to be clear, but unfortunately a thing that happens) - so why not just let them be these fully dimensional characters who are as atrocious and as grandiose as the male characters around them. the lovers will love it and the understanders will understand, and who else is worth paying any attention to anyway
maybe they don't like being called names. have you ever thought about that
#if they don't like being called bin chickens then they should stay out of the bins
I'm sure they would LOVE to do that but unfortunately we turned their habitats into cities and farms so now they gotta look for other places where their long beaks specialised to dip into muck and water looking for tasty crustaceans can be put to use finding them food.
the thing about being bullied for being weird as a kid is that even if you've always embraced being weird your brain is still always looking for the line where it's too much. you can be as proudly and intentionally weird as you want and you can love being weird but your mind is still convinced there's a point where you get too weird and people start treating you like a weird looking bug again. also it feels like you reach that point 500 times a day even if everyone you've spoken to today found you pleasant and likable and even if you're completely alone in your house with nobody looking at you at all.
No death cab for ugly? Ugly has to walk?
can you imagine how good shows would be if writers thought of women as human beings
forget everything anyone has ever told you on the matter the truest marker of adulthood is starting to hear the siren call of high quality kitchenware
to be clear you SHOULD buy that cast iron pan and you SHOULD buy that knife set and you SHOULD buy that fancy rice cooker and you SHOULD buy that novelty mug. high quality kitchenware is always worth it you’re literally gonna be using that almost every day
This seems like a good post to include this link on:
One buyout firm quietly collected Pyrex, Corelle, Instant Pot, and Oneida. Farberware is a name on a 200-year lease. And the pans still wort
Talking about popular kitchenware companies undergoing enshittification, and gives you a list of brands towards the end that are more reliable.
"incurious" still GOAT insult. You could be better but you're not. You could learn but you won't, and for no good reason, just a base dispositional apathy. Get fucked
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I mean, in some very interesting Technically Correct ways, they didn't actually die? Now, they're very much no longer alive. But the forces involved are such that they didn't get any of the usual cellular processes of death, they simply went from biology to physics in less time than it takes a signal to travel down your optic nerve.
if you go from biology to physics without dying first you don’t go to heaven the uber driver went over this already
actually the hottest thing a woman can wear is her pair of comfy pants with no underwear and a tank top that has stains on it because she intends to stay home and can’t be bothered to find anything else.
when the root of the tragedy was love.
in re conversations that thankfully seem to be occurring only on other sites, i actually love when the fiction i'm reading uses words i don't know and have to look up! admittedly it does not happen often, because i am an adult who read a lot as a kid and has since done what is frankly maybe a bit too much education, but please do casually drop words like phalanstery in your book so i have to look it up and then find myself reading wikipedia pages about 19th century socialist utopianism! please do throw around rare plants and birds whose names i don't know because they're not native/common anywhere i've ever been! then i get to look at pictures of things that i've never seen before!
um actually I’m immune to social influence btw, i just HAPPENED to arrive at the same free choice as every other woman on the planet. you know, the one that’s socially expected of us and that we face social repercussions for not choosing? yeah it’s pure coincidence