The fact that I'm at a computer desk right now instead of taking in the frigid air while chopping wood for my beloved while keeping one wary eye toward the howls in the woods is fucking devastating on every conceivable level.
Death metal bands have a thousand words for violently pulling your entrails out through your butthole, but only one word for love.
All y'all single-serving coffee machine people? I see you. I judge you. How can I feed the bean-demon on my back with this Fisher-Price-for-grownups nonsense? Get a pot.
Just catching up on Rings of Power Season 2. Stuck in an intrusive thought loop about the time Tom Bombadil fucked that pig to save the princess.
tv tropes taught a whole generation of readers to mistake basic pattern recognition for gotcha criticism and a whole generation of writers to feel insecure every time they came up with an idea that happened to be in conversation with other ideas
Feel free to support: Paizo for the PF2e alternative Kobold Press for Tales of the Valiant and tidy 5e EN Publishing for Level Up: Advanced Fifth Edition
"The green M&M isn't sexy now that she stopped wearing boots." "We should have genital checks for all high school athletes." "Exercise makes you unhealthy and you die sooner." "Childless people shouldn't be in office." They're such weirdo creeps.
Hey smartass, get this through your fucking head: I am not “weird,” I simply believe the devil is a real guy and he planned the Olympics
