Rose, 28, bi, nb. They/them. Please talk me if there's anything you want me to tag or if you just generally want to talk! This should go without saying but TERFs are not welcome on this planet and definitely not on this blog.
Hey! This is just to let people know, I won’t respond to people asking for money in my inbox. Not because I don’t care, but because I don’t have the spoons to vet them 😅 I’ll donate what I can to people that have been proven to be real, but I don’t want to be responsible for spreading possibly false campaigns. Sorry!
There are so many important elements to this. The slow-mo. The sliding
on snow in sneakers. The string classical music. The knowing glance
towards the camera. The slight raise of the mug in salutation. The book. The red dressing gown. The snowflakes falling past. The hair! The blink
as he turns away. Who is he.
Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It’s all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.
“Oh but they don’t have an experience of-” I don’t have any experience committing or solving murders either but that’s still mostly what I read and write about.
I’ve never banged an alien but here we are.
You’ve never banged an alien yet! There’s always time!
“Do you understand anything I’m saying?” shouted Moist. “You can’t just go around killing people!” “Why Not? You Do.” The golem lowered his arm. “What?” Moist. “I do not! Who told you that?” “I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Eight People,” said the golem calmly. “I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr. Pump. I may be—all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!” “No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded, And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr. Lipvig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Did Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Baks. For Sport, Mr. Lipvig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”
