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“Gender is a shell game. What is a man? Whatever a woman isn’t. What is a woman? Whatever a man is not. Tap on it and it’s hollow. Look under the shells: it’s not there”
— Naomi Alderman, The Power
"hmm, im skeptical" - the skeptic
"why so gullible?" - the skeptic
On the job as a priestess. Some dope comes in asking to be blessed on her forthcoming journey as part of the entourage of the outgoing magistrate for Neustria. By ancient tradition and the sacred bylaws, my goddess must be invoked directly for this blessing. I scowl. I hate this part.
I recite the formula of invocation, the formula of polite requests, and- nothing. The petitioner has tears in her eyes. "It's not you, it's her," I tell her. There is nothing for it.
I step over to the shrine itself, the subordinate home of a god, and I hammer on the shrine with my fist. "Get up, you good-for-nothing! Deadbeat goddess, most supreme NEET among the gods, you have a humble devotee who wishes to shower you in praise and temple fees! I serve you freely and voluntarily, you know! I could walk at anytime and leave you to be tended by some political sinecure! Goddess with the failgirl priestesses, that's where you'll be!" And some other things equally gentle and forbearing.
She manifests once I pause for breath, seven feet tall and sticking her tongue out at me. The petitioner looks from her to me, back again. My goddess pats her head. "Thy devotion is heartening. Mine servant shalt grant thee the boon thou seek'st." My scowl doesn't fade. She only uses the archaicism when she's feeling really bratty.
If someone ever stole my nudes and threatened to post them online, I'd simply start posting them myself.
Nine of Swords: Despair.
There's a user called Erika Horn (@erikahorn.art) on tiktok who made a "duet me" challenge so technically impressive that all of the duets are exactly like this LMAO
Despite the toll it took on my body, I'd saved another group of innocents. Then this woman, a beautiful soul a few years older than me said, "There's one girl you forgot to save." A moment of panic, before I saw where she pointed: right at me, broken and dying. I'll never forget.
her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily
to his horror? weak shit. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it
all of our trobles seem so small from up here
Weekly reminder to mute Tumblr live.
On the mobile app it's at:
Person icon in the bottom right -> account settings -> dashboard settings -> snooze Tumblr live, you'll have to turn it off and back on again
On desktop it's at:
Hamburger menu -> settings gear -> dashboard -> snooze Tumblr live
"You know we could burn it all down, right?" she says, wistful smile on her lips. "Yeah." I know we won't. Lightning crackles between her fingers. It sends tingles up my arm when I take her hand. "Maybe after this next job," she suggests. "Maybe." 'Til then, we're quiet together.