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Having a blorbo is SO wonderful bc you get free joy for thinking about them being happy but also free joy for thinking about them being miserable. No losing

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

podcasts could have been so good but they decided to make the main genres True Crime and Men Talking. shut up shut up the public yearns for audio dramas

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

i do appreciate how tumblr LOVES podcasts that aren't what most people think of when they think "podcast." you people love strange and terrible things happening to queer & confused characters, and i respect that

#reminding myself to relisten to mirrors #and the left right game lives in my head rent free tbh

carys-the-ninth

The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity

marsinvaders

everythingitmeans2b

has this been done yet

nebulations

[ID: A Project Hail Mary comic. Grace looks stressed as he says, "Rocky, I have something to confess..." His shirt morphs from saying "Space lol" to "Its so over" as he smiles nervously and says, "So I'm actually supposed to die in space... I can't go home. It's a one way kind of thing... And I've made peace with it so it's so fine."

We cut to Rocky, who is holding a cake and flags decorated with the aroace flag, with balloons and a "Aroace is Amaze!" banner strung up behind him. The banner droops as Rocky doesn't respond and Grace asks, "Rocky?" End ID]

star-h0pper

it's really really funny to me that eva stratt's list of crimes canonically includes piracy. do movie only fans know they tried to take her to court for pirating everything ever published and she ron swanson'd her way out of it. i need you all to know this.

estuslite

'Red had no beginning and no end. It fused with his bones, bonded with his muscles and ligaments. It was in every pore of his skin, every filament of hair, every scrap of cartilage. He saw it whenever he opened his eyes, felt it in every touch of his skin, smelled it in the air. When liquid poured between his lips, he tasted red. When voices spoke to him, he heard the sibilant hiss of lyrium, answering the thrum in his chest. It was everywhere, everything, and it held him in its fist as completely as a sword was held in its sheath.

And he was content.'

-Wander the Drifting Roads by mortonsspoon

I was absolutely gripped by this story recently and the idea wouldn't leave me.

princesscas

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it

lornaka

Is there anything more tragic than liking a niche m/f pairing, and then discovering that most fics for it treat the female character as a personality free reader insert

2886beaconstreet

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

serenityfails

when you want your boyfriend to offer you his coat but he doesn't wear a shirt

alkarver

Reading the Witcher books I can't help but think of the cold, unsettled sea, the sharp cliffs wet from salt water, the cry of seagulls and the endless sound of surf

I wish to travel far from home and see the places I've seen so long ago again

idreamofcrackinglocks

just absolutely sobbed my way through the last 50 or so pages of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid. A book has not made me cry like that in a very long time.