“Fyp” We Don’t Do That Here. I Mean, Tumblr The App And Website Tries, But We Don't Do That Here.

Y'all. Why is bltchy Stolas so 🤌🔥

kinda gay to be the ceaseless watcher. what are you watching? other men?

Still thinking about The Silt Verses (as you do). It's the podcast of all time. It's completely unique, there's nothing else like it. It's the best piece of media I ever came across. Its Horror but the horror was not the important thing. It's about people perpetrating the horror, unable to break free from the system. It's about people turning their back on the system, breaking the cycle and still dying. There was love and kindness and it didn't save them but it mattered. There's so much queer representation in the most beautiful way. It will hit you in the feelings with a sledgehammer in the purest form of carthasis. The Chekovs gun is a crab nuke. There's a bitter old aroace woman who's allowed to be bitter and old and aroace. There's a guy called Chuck Harm. Joe Biden sex coma. It's about late-stage capitalism. It's about family and community and belonging. It's about gifts offered freely. I could write so many essays on how none of it mattered and everything mattered. It's completely rotted my brain, if you couldn't tell by now. The audio quality is fantastic, the voice acting made me cry so often. It's the podcast of all time.

i think the best part of the silt verses finale is how carpenter chose to keep living, but that doesn't matter, because a soldier decided that she didn't deserve too. and when carpenter gets suddenly, shockingly, shot-dead after the most gut-wrenching and defining moments of her life, it suddenly re-contextualizes the whole show. we know, of course, that the show does not revolve around the protagonists, although we see how much of their conflict ended up kick-starting nationwide events. but here. it really zooms out. that we're not watching a story about the people who won, or are remembered, or made any sort of long-lasting, impactful difference. we are zooming into the life of one statistic, one civilian death, among tens of thousands. it shows. how many people in this universe will never be remembered. never got to tell their story. were erased and forgotten like they had never existed at all. how it happened to the great sister carpenter-- a serial killer, beloved friend, woman feared so greatly within niche outlawed communities-- reduced to nothing but another number. because enemies of the imperial don’t get to choose to live, because the oppressed peoples of the lower class— whose murder by the military are the very things keeping the upper class in power— don’t get to choose to live. because while they shook the capitalistic and imperialistic system of the silt verses slightly, just slightly-- it's still in place, and people like carpenter, are fundamentally hated and shunned by it. and we realize that we’re lucky to have heard her story at all.

fuck you

What if your skeleton isn't holding you together, it's holding you back

Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.

Happy Pride Everyone.

Stay Gay.

it's always a good day to complain about English speakers