SOGGY MAN ALERT !!!
!! I REPEAT SOGGY MAN ALERT !!
sopping focken wet….
Embrace
[ID: pictures of a red clay sculpture of two horse heads embracing. Sculpture shows their heads up till their shoulders and the start of their back. They are resting their heads on the back of the other. Both have their eyes closed. Each picture shows a different angle. End ID]
“Let Every Pansy Bloom” banner at the San Francisco Gay Freedom Day pride parade. June 25, 1978.
have you eroticized the repulsive today? have you applied an element of carnality to what is considered by most to be gruesome, grotesque, and/or monstrous today?
would you guys like to see the greatest beanie baby poem ever written
For the record, this is runner:
Not at all what I thought it would be.
Exactly what I thought it would be.
Do Not call me a liar on my own post again!
It is a real poem! And it is magnificent.
*commits a social faux pas and a vision of god appears before me* YOU HAVE FAILED ME MY CHILD BEGONE FROM MY SIGHT *my gravitational attraction to the sun increases one-thousandfold and it sucks me up into the sky like a big magnet*
in any fantasy setting where afterlives of eternal (or even transient but identity-obliterating) suffering exist, it is ethical and correct to achieve immortality through dark magic in order to buy yourself time, accrue sufficient magical power to alter, bend, or break reality itself, neutralize or eliminate any spineless little deities who object, and then personally unfuck the cosmos so that torture isn't baked into the setting mechanics
then retire to a beach somewhere and spend however long you'd like doing whatever, because you've damn well earned it
Oh, wyrm?
When I hit the reblog button, I hope that random person is me
aww man :(
hey. don’t cry. 21,218 dragons on earth okay?
