M-p-lebrush - Untitled And Incoherent

Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.

Still piratemaxxing ‘n I ain’t sorry, I ain’t!

I am solitary lights in an empty city.

Happy birthday, Deltarune. As a celebration, I wanted to send a meme I made.

If you know Doctor Who series 3 and Life on Mars, you might get it:

Here come the drums, drums!

Is he [[living in a goddamn garbage can]], [[50% off]] his mind, or has he [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]]?

@comicaurora

i like to portray the void dragon as a pathetic little angry baby sometimes

Do you guys think the reason so much fanart exists for the voices is not because of them being great characters (all the characters in STP are), but instead because we spend more time in our own heads than we ever will with a version of the princess?

I get it. They're inherently relatable because they reflect our previous actions through any route and set the tone of each chapter. They bicker with us and are able to see every option we take.

But, maybe the princesses are underrated. As in, she's always an outsider. How quickly would she be more beloved if the voices would shut up and let us do our stuff, or if they were seperate from us?

How then would we judge the impulsive contrarian, the weak-willed hero or the depressed cold? Would we appreciate paranoid were he more than a life support?

Ask yourself that, and ponder it awhile. Don't say it to anyone. Just an hour of your independent thoughts, clear of little voices.

Zero Cat meets the rest of the gang.

Book #179 - Thud! by Terry Pratchett

(I'm dizzy. If I think too long about it I start bawling.)

This is one of the best takedowns of war, millenia-spanning cross-cultural conflicts, the weaponization of religion for authoritarian or jingoistic purposes, historical revisionism, cultural isolation, the entire concept of intercultural historical grudge-keeping, war.... that I think I've ever seen.

"... and fools made fools of us all as we fought to stop a war, until the disgusted sky washed us away. And yet we say this. Here in this cave at the end of the world peace is made between dwarf and troll and we will march beyond the hand of Death together. For the enemy is not Troll, nor is it Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good."

The enemy is not people. The enemy is in the heads, it is the thing feared yet venerated as it worms its way into minds, seeths and spits and whispers evil into the hearts of men, snarls its hatred until people become things, and things become violent. It warps the light around reality until all that is left is a funhouse mirror filled with monsters, and its symbols, glowing red with wrath and blood- The enemy is the Summoning Dark, and it is always near, just one speech of hate, one call to arms away.

And because that is very heavy, here some sweet little things from this book that I absolutely adored:

- Colon's and Nobby's conversation about Tawnee and her profession. It is both hilarious, and unironically the most wholesome and least offensive conversation about sex work I have read maybe ever.

- Vimes, just, as a whole. Because I love how Vimes, with his unhealthy, workaholic, probably insomniac life, is so dogged about being a good dad. We all have seen the "And if you did it for a good reason, you'd do it for a bad one" quote, and it's very good, but I feel that I have to remind you that in the original context, the "it" he is referring to is missing bedtime storytime with his son. 'nuff said.

- Speaking of bedtime storytime, I adored the scene where they're on an evening walk to the inn at Koom Valley and it's storytime and the entire Watch squad joins in on the animal noises. I am legit tearing up thinking about it, it is so adorable.

- Everything about the girls' night out. Hilarity of the century.

- The fact that "casual DID rep" is an accurate description of one scene in this book.

- Brick, somehow? Like, I did not expect to get the not-very-bright-kid-becomes-incompetent-goon pipeline presented to me with actual heart and a heartfelt acknowledgement and effort to get him clean from his drug use, and give him a future? Like, Brick's subplot is so touching?? And how dare it?? I wasn't ready for this, what the hell!

Reblogging so Crowley can.

Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor.

Image: [Crowley standing in front of a projector screen. Behind him is a news broadcast that reads “Live from Mordor: Captain Jack Harkness simply walks in”]

Crowley: Can I hear a wahoo?