"My own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose." - J. B. S. Haldane - This is my main, multi-fandom blog. Sideblogs include @wrongshallfail (history jokes), @amusing-and-time-wasting (helpful + funny non-fandom stuff), @tolkientolkientolkien (Tolkien stuff that I try to keep separate from my main blog), and @alien-fairy-princess (my asexual/aromantic/lesbian and neurodivergent/autistic/adhd pride blog) alienfairyprincess @ ao3
Welcome back to @critter-of-habit(she/her)! She has loved girls with swords since reading Tamora Pierce as a kid and only loves them more now!
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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.
vampirism also poses the question "what if someone you loved, through no fault of their own, needed something from you, and giving it to them and seeing them happy provided you the greatest joy, and you were the only one who could do it, but at the same time it was slowly draining all your life out of you?" which is also a completely unrelatable idea to me because I'm a normal person with no issues.
I fear a lot of people learned to take good care of library books as children and instead of internalizing "leave shared community items as you found them as much as possible, because other people will use them too" they internalized "printing and binding a book imbues it with sacred energy and if you dog-ear a mass-market paperback you're desecrating the entire concept of written language"