It’s time we stopped correcting people on who was Frankenstein and who was the monster. Obviously, Mary Shelley’s book was about the scientist Frankenstein Sr. and his very large son, Frankenstein Jr.
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It’s time we stopped correcting people on who was Frankenstein and who was the monster. Obviously, Mary Shelley’s book was about the scientist Frankenstein Sr. and his very large son, Frankenstein Jr.
This is the only take I'll accept
No one is allowed to make flower vagina analogies anymore. You abused it and now I have to take it away.
🔘 i’m in this and i don’t like it
I feel called out
“happy endings” this “sad endings” that– you can debate the relative merits of each till your mouth goes dry and it’s still not a meaningful binary. Is the ending coherent and emotionally appropriate for the story? Cool.
HEY WRITERS OF ALL KINDS AND AGES AND MAYBE EVEN DNDERS OR TABLETOP GAMERS ARE YOU READY FOR SOMETHING SUPER RAD? I HOPE SO ‘CAUSE
RANDOM
MAP
GENERATOR
WITH
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IT DOESN’T REALLY DO LAND MASSES OR ANYTHING BUT IT SURE AS HELL WILL MAP THAT CITY/VILLAGE/SHIP/DUNGEON/WHATEVER THAT YOU’VE BEEN MEANING TO MAP OUT FOR YOU
SO FUCKING GO WILD
@waterfallwritings
From Sabrina Benaim’s book, DEPRESSION & OTHER MAGIC TRICKS.
“Darling listener, at the end of this tale, the sun refuses to bask in its glow.”
— Porsha Olayiwola, from i shimmer sometimes, too
In an older time, we’d have written letters, waited for weeks for handwriting, but our love is kept alive by electricity now. Our love in the shaky hands of the wi-fi.
Talia Young, “While My Love Sleeps I Cook Dinner” (via buttonpoetry)
Very fucked up of Star Wars to have a character who’s a bad guy
I just discovered there are more than one bad guy in Star Wars and I’m livid
Opinions on morally grey characters?
Explain to me that word
Someone who does bads but maybe goods too?
What the fuck… You are fucking with me
here’s your fav reminding you that pretty much all of the “shakespeare didn’t write his own plays!” arguments are classist and just people not being able to stomach the concept of one of best playwrights of all time being a glove makers son!
Dying rn
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He stopped in front of the mirror and sighed. His penis was just a little too large to be fashionable, and his balls were just a little lopsided. Most days it didn’t bother him, but today he pushed at his genitals, trying to make them look more normal, like the men in magazines. It was hopeless. He dropped his junk in resigned frustration. There were worse things than having too large of a penis, he thought.
STOP 😂😂😂
“You look out the passenger window and see a pair of men jogging on the sidewal. One blond, one brunet, both in their twenties, lean and fit and tan, clad in only tight shorts. Once you would have admired the way their leg muscles flex, noted too the tight fabric of their shorts contain their penis flesh, making you wonder how big their penises would look free and unconstrained. But all you can think about is the sunlight enveloping them, slowly searing their skin, penetrating it, how each exhalation of breath, each drop of sweat that oozes from their pores deeds the baleful orb above them.” (X)
“Bernard shook his head, his penis swaying as he did.” (X)
“the ME confirms her first estimate of time of death. The boy had a tiny purse tucked into his anus, just big enough to hold his driver’s license, a credit card, and a few bucks. His name is Elliot Sweeney.” (X)
“Noel rolls his eyes. I think his penis rolls in synch with them. Boys’ penises are so amazing.” (X)
“Laura said when she was suddenly silenced as balls went past. No, not just balls. The balls. They were perfect. Not precipitously exposed, but perfectly shaped, these floated past her, held in a gossamer embrace of fabric rejoicing to cling to such nubile curves. Laura didn’t even see the man’s face. Then, as he walked past, the sweet curves of swaying hips and a flash of lean, muscular calves.” (X)
“When he’d stopped crying, Mateo composed himself in the mirror. His skin looked blotchy. His penis, of which he was usually proud, had withdrawn into itself, as if depressed.” (X)
“As every woman who’d undressed him mentally or otherwise would agree, celibacy was wasted on a body like his: he had low pillowy balls, the inflated butt of a girl, and abs you could bounce golf balls off of, a smallish package topped with a pretty heart face and weaves of wavy sorrel brown hair. That he was also smart, sensible, and socially well adjusted didn’t save him from serial panic attacks, the fear that sex was an engine that dragged the rest of you along.” (X)
You know that part in movies where the main character turns on their car radio and the song that’s playing slowly fades in and becomes the movies background music? I like that
I love the opposite, where the background music is seemingly just background music until the cut to someone turning off the radio and the music abruptly cuts off.
I thoroughly enjoy both.
My one true north has shifted and now I have no way to find my place in the sky.
e.v.e. (When you left......Letters to my love)
“If you develop an eating disorder when you are already thin to begin with, you go to the hospital. If you develop an eating disorder when you are not thin to begin with, you are a success story.”
— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak
“I suppose we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity; our lovers’ necks are so soft.”
— Andrea Gibson - “Prism”
“I’m not bitter I’m just tired.
— Dodie
From Rudy Francisco’s book, HELIUM.