What If People Made Human Versions Of Iconic Tumblr Posts And Shipped Them

I don’t if you can tell but I’ve been watching a lot of overly sarcastic production

Everyone gives Sherlock Holmes a hard time about being mean about Watson's writing, but honestly imagine you told your roommate "sure, you can write up an account of my work for the newspaper," thinking it would be like, about the murder, but then he publishes it and it's 90% about you, as a person, and it's a huge hit and now everyone in London knows that you hoard newspapers and do cocoaine when you're depressed. Because I think you'd be little miffed too.

I don’t have casual obsessions, I have all consuming fixations that send me into a downward spiral to hell

this cannot be the same jawani sheila was talking about

aru being a pathological liar is the literal reason why the pandava series even exists

This is what it feels like tbh.

Rowan Whitethorn: Where is Aelin? Where is my wife?

Cardan Greenbriar: This is my room. And that is my wife.

Reid Diggory: You are my wife now.

Thomas Cresswell: My best friend, the absolute love of my life, now until forevermore, I call you my wife.

Casteel Da’Neer: She is my wife.

Desmond Flynn: Years I have waited for this, anticipated it. My wife.

Rhysand: Though also calling you my wife sounds mighty appealing too.

Me:

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.

Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.

And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about