tonight we gonna let the cup of water talk
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tonight we gonna let the cup of water talk
We must reduce labor to zero and then all hang out
Getting your face cradled by hands that kill>>>>>
love it when characters do a sacrifice play ostensibly to save others but mostly so they don't have to face themselves
So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess
did anyone else know that if you keep waiting for the right time you’ll end up waiting forever??
scifi is when there's cubes. the more cubes there are the more scifier it is
Fantasy is when there's orbs. The more orbs there are the more fantasier it is
cosmic horror is when there's polyhedrons. the more polyhedrons, the more maddening it is.
james baldwin was so right when he said “the children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”
reblog if you like to see your own characters tortured
important Character traits:
paranoia
control freakism
sense of self-worth so low that it loops back around into being totally dismissive of everyone else
a warm-hearted kind center beneath 200 protective walls of bitterness that doesn't actually make the bitterness better in any way at all even a little bit
bisexuality
crushing feelings of responsibility
zero understanding of own bodily autonomy that bleeds out and affects how they treat others
a lil petty vindictive sadism they maybe don't wanna look at too hard or acknowledge
full self-awareness of all their most negative traits without working to fix those traits at all
internalized misogyny
a mysterious undefinable hunger that cannot / should not / must not ever be sated
asexuality
Unethical polyamory not in the sense that the partners aren't consenting to multiple relationships but in the sense that they kill people as a group
listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.
When it comes to glimpses of a better world, I remember encountering some woman's anecdote about how she's muslim, and being free to wear pretty much whatever she wants at her job, she wears a veil that covers her face while at work, but not in her free time. None of her coworkers know what she looks like, so she never has to worry about being seen and recognised by someone she knows from work while she's off the clock. Imagine having so much freedom to wear whatever you want that you can just decide that you don't consent to being seen at work. Your job does not have seeing-your-face privileges.
"There's no thought crimes and no thought heroisms" is honestly such a good piece of life advice.
You could be having the most fucked up problematic thoughts 24/7 but if you treat people with kindness, the good you do is the only thing that matters. But if you have only the purest thoughts and all the correct beliefs, it doesn't matter one bit if you spend most of your time being an asshole to people.
Under communism the wait staff will not ask if Pepsi is okay. You will not even find out that's its Pepsi instead of coke until you take your first sip. Unless you train like me, to know the difference from the sound of the Fizz alone, that is the only way we can beat communism and I can teach you. Take my hand. Not like that you grabbed it gay. Stop. Giggles. I SAID STOP