madseance:

madseance:

“it’s not queer fiction unless the queerness is explicitly declared in the text according to currently accepted terminology and in a way that meets the approval of the entire audience” I mean follow your heart I guess but I trust myself as a queer person to recognise queer themes

“but doesn’t this risk giving the author undue credit for queer representation” I do not care about the author

(via roach-works)

insomniac-arrest:

I don’t put my mental disorders in my bio since as a writer I believe in the principle of SHOW don’t TELL. And boy do I go on this site every day and show.

(via flemmboyant)

tonyoso:

smoqueen:

ALT

(via vaspider)

lunamothghost:

Me when the themes and motifs connect in my brain

(via vaspider)

vodka-valntyne:

fakeboislim:

My mom gave me some gluten free knock-off Girl Scout cookies and one of the Os fell off

(via vaspider)

btc-official:

on the planet of the…

TREBLE

DEATH, IT LIVE SO CRAZY

MEN MY FAVORITE TYPE OF LADY

SEX, I’VE HAD ENOUGH

TELL THE WORLD “BLOW YOURSELF UP!”

(via flemmboyant)

homunculus-argument:

I’m obsessed with court jesters in fantasy stories so have another story concept about it:

A new person is introduced to the king’s court, and as soon as they walk in the court jester announces that they are a thief and a fraud and rode in here with stolen horses. And just as the newcome member is about to retaliate, they’re advised not to, and explained that nothing the jester says is true, ever. He just says completely baseless and wild shit, recreationally. The newcomer looks at the jester, who is currently bemoaning that the king won’t kiss him in public, as if they are lovers. The king looks irate, but leads by example and ignores the jester’s idiotic claims.

The more one learns about the court’s inner workings, the more apparent it is that the jester really does do that. The false claims and absurd rumours that go around aren’t regurgitated by the jester as often as they are apparently started by him, and are proven false on a consistent basis. The only way to make yourself a worse clown than the jester himself is to get defensive about it, or make any attempt to disprove him. Once a drunken high priest embarrasses himself completely by stripping down in front of the court to prove that he does not, in fact, consist of two smaller men standing on each others’ shoulders, concealed by the priestly garb.

“And the king is fucking the jester” has become a standard sarcastic retort that people say to imply that someone is a naive fool who believes in wild and false baseless rumours. Along the lines of “You think the old marchioness’ handmaid is actually secretly her personal assassin? Do you also believe that the king is fucking the jester?”

But if one could wiggle their way all the way through to the deepest bottom layers of court scheming without getting killed along the way, it turns out that there are a handful of these claims that actually are true, but nobody would ever believe them - or believe you if you told them about it - because the truth is disguised as such open-faced blatant lies that you’d look like a fool trying to actually prove them. And all of these most outrageous things are schemes that re-inforce the power of the throne or directly benefit the king. And the system is so sturdy that the jester could flat-out say that out loud and nobody would believe it because it’s the jester saying it.

Because the truth is, the king is fucking the jester.

(via roach-works)

sygol:

your hands are an extension of god’s will and you need to masturbate immediately

(via cryptotheism)

cryptotheism:

It is 1880s America, you are about to spawn as a Historically Significant White Guy. Choose a class:

TROUBLEMAKING FRONTIER PREACHER

• Special Power: Good Christian. Your vague adherence to American protestantism will ensure that law enforcement does not bother you whatsoever.
• Victory condition: Fuck enough of your followers wives to start an inbred theofascist micronation.

MANICALLY AMBITIOUS CON ARTIST

• Special Power: Basic Literacy. You’re poor, but you know how to read. They’ll never expect it. You may forge literally any document and it will be believed 100% of the time.
• Victory Condition: Steal enough money to fuck off to Latin America. A Spanish speaking nation might as well be the moon to your debtors.

EUROPEAN NOBLE FAILSON

• Special Power: Colonial Wealth. Your funny accent, foppish dress, and noble title, will make any American think you are totally good to buy it on credit.
• Victory Condition: Become the boytoy to the wife of some borderline-gangster politician and save up enough political capital to run for office and get addicted to opium.

DOOMED FRONTIER EXPLORER

• Special Power: How The Fuck Are You Alive. Your freakish diet of pork, whiskey, and maple syrup, makes you entirely immune to all physical injury and disease. Somehow.
• Victory Condition: You have one mission, and one mission only. You need to piss off some completely friendly natives. You need to piss them off so bad they leave your stupid ass to starve in a food forest they’ve been cultivating for literally thousands of years.

(via cryptotheism)

strange-gods:

The Spider of Hidden Thresholds

The spider walks thin passages, and appears through corners of untouched space. Those watchful upon the path mark its manifestation as signpost to quiet places where the black earth runs deep.

(via cryptotheism)