Come, wayward souls And wander through the darkness There is a light, for the lost and the meek Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten When you submit to the soil of the earth
Grow, tiny seed You are called to the trees Rise till your leaves fill the sky Until your sighs fill the air in the night Lift your mighty limbs And give praise to the fire
the bravest writers are the ones who make granny characters in scifi and fantasy solely for the sake of having grannies i think there needs to be more old ladies who Fight and Kill
not only because i like the concept of badass oldladies and the destruction of the concept that all girl characters have to be sexually appealing to the audience bc thats fucking annoying as shit, there is literally Nothing funnier than the concept of a granny with a massive sword or death laser. she pinches ur cheek lovingly and then saws someone in half. amazing
gdfgj i had to translate another play for latin over the weekend (amphitruo) and it was just jupiter fucking this guys wife. like the story is literally jupiter just fucking amphitruo’s wife and knocking her up. and then jupiter shows up and goes “yeah i fucked your wife. also my kid with her is way stronger and cooler than your kid. in every conceivable way. we’re going to name him after my wife”
and amphitruo is like oh sorry for the misunderstanding king thank you for fucking my wife.
good morning to trans people, dead people, people who prefer slightly green bananas, recreational readers of shakespeare, target employees, construction workers, hungarian speakers, people who make an extra effort to recycle, and the menacing aura of doom that pervades every second of my day
