just roundhouse kicked an angels halo smoove off
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Kiana Khansmith

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
DEAR READER
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shark vs the universe
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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just roundhouse kicked an angels halo smoove off
its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.
"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist
"nothing will ever undo what you did to me, so killing you solves nothing" and "nothing will ever undo what you did to me, but at least i can make sure you won't do it to anyone else" are also themes that can and should co-exist
rb if you support women in STEM (sadism, torture, evil, menacing)
okay so do we fuck with women becoming obsessive or
Deep Water Prompt #3530
A strange vibration affects the walls of the empty subway tunnel, like the echo of a faraway bell. "A heartbeat," says my guide. "The god of the city, still alive but barely. We're getting close."
sex with a guy who wants to hunt you for sport for 6-12 hours immediately beforehand
sex with a guy who gave you a big head start and mocks you about it after he’s caught you anyway
sex with a guy who wants to watch your brain kick down a few notches when he pins you down like you’re a prey animal that knows it’s done running
thinking about how songs about a city both create and participate in the myth of that city - how when viennese operetta sings about vienna as a city of the Waltz in 3/4 time, or when parisian street songs praise the romance of paris, or when new york big band songs say that if you can make it here you can make it anywhere, they're both saying true things about the world and making them truer
Text: The cities built themselves, key structures forming out of that mysterious stone we call 'land bone'. Their reputations are built on each city's central edifice: a train depot, a library, a prison.
ever since i was young i've been drawn to narratives where a character acquires powers by being premeditatively attacked, subdued, and forcibly empowered by some kind of invasive procedure, leaving them feeling guiltily ashamed, alienated from their own body, and violently uncomfortable under any amount of attention drawn to them despite their new enhanced ability to defend themself and others. for no particular reason.
Deep Water Prompt #3502
Tiny feathers grow out from under her fingernails. "There's a god in here all right," she says, with the nonchalance of every Vessel I've ever met. "It's some kind of bird, real scared of something. That's all I know."
I just think a horrible little man should be able to want to carve up his lover’s autonomy and play awful mind games until they are his obedient weapon whilst ignoring his own trauma in an attempt to conquer the very concept of death, that’s all
"is this anything?" (I open my palm to show you a pure concept)
[talking about my favorite characters] okay so THESE two come in a bonded pair and if i think about them too hard i start taking poison damage
(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)
(nonchalant) (rock hard) i sense that you kill a lot of people
snoopy image of the day
“Two fears dominate this Gothic world, the fear of terrible separateness and the fear of unity with some terrible Other. They are embodied in two classic formulas of the ghost story: the heroine’s terrifying discovery that she is all alone and her subsequent discovery that -horror of horrors! - she is not alone.”
— Perils of the Night: A Feminist Study of Nineteenth-Century Gothic; Eugenia C. Delamotte