you know what was a real bummer? finding out that Atlantis was 100% made up by Plato as a minor allegory. i spent my childhood thinking there was a lost civilization out there. and then i actually look it up and it’s literally just a fictional place some old dude wrote about over 2,000 years ago. all that childhood wonder. gone.
so who’s the token straight person in overwatch now
GAY RIGHTS, BABEY
i think bigfoot is real. i dont have any proof or anything, i just think it would be really cool if he was just out there somewhere.
im still angry over the fact that someone once tried to make fun of “tumblr thinks everything is gay” by going “lmao in tumblr’s opinion victor frankenstein and the monster were gay for each other” like you dumb fucking bitch. how are you so oblivious?? it’s victor frankenstein and henry clerval that are gay.
reading Frankenstein in high school was so jarring after only knowing about it from tv shows and shit. imagine my shock when it turns out victor frankenstein was actually just a bitchass college dropout and the monster was ridiculously fucking eloquent. plot twist of the goddamned century.
i like hp lovecraft’s short stories a lot and they got me through high school so i have a special place in my heart but sometimes i’ll think about the actual dude and be like holy shit. we could have had it fuckin all if you weren’t a racist dipshit. the unknowable cosmic horror genre? unnecessarily flowery prose? fuckin awesome name? u were so close to be beloved by future generations, howard. now everyone’s like “yea the color of outer space was fucked up but holy shit was lovecraft an idiot”
im a big fan of being kind and generous to people in mmos. like in guild wars 2 if someone is like “man that weapon skin looks cool” i’ll just buy it and send it to them. it’s all make believe money so why not spend it to make people happy? it’s a great feeling.
my sisters watch Riverdale and from what i gather from being forced to listen to it every night in the background is that Riverdale wants to be Twin Peaks but they can’t nail down David Lynch’s particular strain of batshit weirdness and end up with an overly saccharine forced wackiness.