My taste in romance has less to do with how romanticthe relationship actually is (though that is a bonus) and more to do with how interesting I find the dynamic between the couple. Which is why fluffy vanilla romance usually bores the hell out of me. I want to see how these characters dramatically affect each other and fundamentally change each other and their individual understandings of the world!!! I want to see a beautiful tie-in between the romance and the themes + messages of the story and how it all builds to a climax!!!
well anyway. the copyright system exists to commodify art and expression and process it into more money for larger companies, and it is actively detrimental to efforts for preservation, open education, and creation. everyone reading this is morally obligated to hoard and share data because we live in a world that is hostile to the idea that books or music or movies or scholarship have inherent value independent of a DRM stamp and ticket price. btw fuck hachette, harpercollins, wiley and penguin random house.
Get yourself an external hard drive or two and just start saving. The internet is not forever. Things are going to disappear, or (more likely) become harder and harder to search for, and more and more costly to access.
When did you last go looking for an older movie, only to realise it was unavailable on any streaming service and unavailable to buy? Restricted access and false scarcity are the only ways corporations can inflate and justify prices for digital content. In an era when we can carry entire libraries around on a phone, there is no reason to let these for-profit organisations control access to the wealth of human culture.
1TB of storage costs about $30-50 depending on the drive. Let’s say an average high quality movie rip is 1.5GB. That’s space for nearly 700 movies. The average ebook is around 2MB. That’s space for 500,000 books. The Library of Alexandria was generously estimated to house 400,000 manuscripts. You can beat the Library of Alexandria, in your apartment, for $30-50. Start right now.
if this isn’t enough to convince you, consider the satisfaction you will get from being the fucking chad in your group chat who’s like “yeah I can get you that” any time anyone is looking for anything. it’s real and it gets you maidens, take it from me.
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.
His wings are one of those old nightgowns that femme fatales in old noir movies wear, and his proboscis is one of those long cigarettes. He’s like 5'1’’ and veryone hates him.
He talks with a transatlantic accent like an old movie star and calls everyone “DAHling” and everyone is like “shut the fuck up Mattie you’re from like, Encino California.”
He’s suspiciously wealthy and lives alone in a huge house. People think he has old money or mob connections but he’s actually just a software developer for a medical firm or something. He goes to work in the evening gown and heels and everyone fucking hates it.
He goes to the gym just to take selfies. He has a TikTok that’s just him in his stupidly expensive kitchen microwaving frozen chicken nuggets from a bag and calling them “gamefowl wellington ensemble”
He mixes Capri Sun with everclear and drinks it out of champagne flutes. He tells people he’s a top but he’s objectively garbage at sex.
He’s like 23. Nobody ever invites him to things he just kinda shows up.
“DAHling, you call these potato skins loaded? Lord this town is really going to the dogs. May I speak to the chef?”
“Ma'am, I mean Sir- this is a Taco Bell.”
“Fine, I suppose it’ll do.” [He tips the cashier 300$, leaves, and immediately gets hit by a car.]
“I bet it’s so easy to be a cat and not have to worry about work or school!” Well THINK AGAIN. Kitties are so little that they can’t even get their own ice cream out of the freezer. Their paws are too Small.
Once more, we approach that most wondrous time of the year - it’s nearly May, and that means that it’s nearly time for the #MonstrousMay Challenge!
I started Monstrous May as a prompt challenge in 2021, and this is the third year! There’s a bit more focus this year on monsterfuckery, but feel free to skip days, alternatively interpret days, or just do different things with them if that suits you.
Below are creator prompts for every day of the month of May from the 1st through to the 31st - if you’re a writer, an artist, a graphic editor, a headcanoner, a creator of any kind, please come along for the ride and make some monsters with us!
Fan creations are welcome if that’s your poison, and erotic and adult creations are encouraged and celebrated, but there’s no obligation if you prefer to create more general work.
Whatever wonders you have to share with the world, just tag your posts with #MonstrousMay on your favourite platforms, and make sure to reblog and to boost your favourites, and comment and spread the love!
Have some questions? Here’s the FAQ from 2021. Otherwise, feel free to reply with any questions or HMU with more of them!
This was only supposed to be the first page of many, based on the mv for My House by 2pm. My pc has been acting up(again) lately so it’s been making the rest harder to finish. I just wanted to at least be able to post this for Valentine’s Day :’)
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