“its A Metaphor For Capitalism”

I should get a tattoo on the nape of my neck saying "Must be this tall to ride."

sexy evil characters who snap their fingers to activate their powers could do anything to me

I've survived my first day on Tumblr

Achievements:

Don't shoot! I'm friendly!: Prove you're not a bot

AI dismemberment: Disable algorithm settings

Friends?: Gained a mutual

I recognize you: Follow someone you know from r/Tumblr

MY EYES!: Change the site palette

Great Idea: Reblog a post

They love me: Have a post reblogged

the night after one of your worse furies, she offers you her teacup.

"go on, take a sip," she entreats. "a maid must protect her lady from threats internal as well, no?" you do not flush, and she merely smiles - but you both know you've been found out.

all you can really do, then, is relish the numbness as it spreads through your lips.

you are the only person who understands my blog. thank you.

nasty faggotses........

WHYY IS HOMOPHOBIC SMEAGOL IN MY INBOX

Who is like God? Justice, seller of pepper.

Open me up

Take the scalpel to my sternum

Collect my blood in a cup

Slide it down to my appendix

Split my skin open

Caress my body slowly

Take in my hemoglobin

Reach inside and start pulling

Am I not enough?

Remove my organs individually

I'm your star for snuff

Organize them big to small

They are not necessary

Clean out my insides

I love you mon chéri

With tears I pledge loyalty

You fill my cavity

With gears and ticking

You sate my depravity

And yet I hunger for more

You show I am enough

Through pain and pleasure

You cut my inadequacy - it's slough

A surgical lover mending the broken

You love me for me

You make me greater

You fill me with glee

You own me

You don't want control

You want to see me happy

You want to make me whole

You are succeeding

I was broken

You fixed me

I've awoken

You love me

We love each other

Two broken people

Slowly mending rather

We fix each other

Like two machines doing maintenance

Like two dolls doing repairs

Like two supplicants doing worship

Like two people doing their best

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."

New blog

Hello! I started a classpecting blog with someone else, it can be found here. Please look at it, we need submissions!

Skyfire and Mint COULD get along, with some help

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