there is a post going around about "smith college problems" [defined as problems that you think are big and worth discussing online because you're in a tiny majority-queer environment; on a larger scale these problems are not relevant whatsoever] and it captures a vibe and all but absolutely does not do justice to the depth and breadth of possible actual smith college problems. homoerotic depression, for example. or being 19
This is your regular reminder that you need to put your political indifference away for good. Genuinely. I find it shocking how many people my age or older just go "Well. I am just not interested in politics". You are a part of this community. A part of this world. You need to show up and educate yourself. There is nothing more embarrassing than someone who is uninformed by choice, I promise you that.
wearing red tinted glasses(for migraines) is all fun and games until someone at your grandpa’s funeral thinks you’re such a die hard blue eye samurai fan(i have never watched that show) that you are wearing cosplay glasses to Your Grandpa’s Funeral. bill. please. is this the kind of person you think i am.
"she would not be a gaylor she would be writing yaoi fanfiction" bestie.. do you understand how many times ive read really good yaoi fanfiction and i look at the writers twitter and shes a taylor swift fan... well it happened once to me
the bit in the fabelmans where sammy is excitedly describing his new movie idea to his dad and he’s like “it’s about world war ii dad! Your war!!” with a big smile on his face and then he goes on talking about camera specifications
I bit the bullet! Here's chapter 1 out of ????? of Harrowing. Please read, comment, and (if you like) reblog.
Chapter 1: In the Beginning, a Forest
Excerpt
The air is filled with birdsong and springtime warmth. Tall, wide, gray trees throw thick shadows on the ground, but sunlight pokes through them to the forest floor. Voices arise amid the birdsong. Child voices. One is a girl’s. Another yips and growls. The third hisses. A blur of black fur breaks through the undergrowth.
"Rabbit-rabbit-rabbit!" cries Fenrir.
His sister stumbles in his wake. She all but drags her right leg, which at a glance resembles a burned branch. Her right arm, swinging in rhythm with the left, also looks charred. In truth, the right side of her body suffers from black rot, except for the eye that's still intact but clouded, and the hair brittle and hoary.
"Slow down!" Hel yells. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
"His brainsss are in hissss feet," says the snake following her. He's as long as a grown man.
"I could’ve told you that. What about your brains?"
"Right where they sssshhhhould be. Sssso isssss my sssstomach." Jormungandr lurches ahead of Hel.
Hel stomps the ground with her makeshift walking stick. "Not you, too! It’s not fair. I’ll tell Mama you both left me behind again."