You’re super bursting…like, you’re so far beyond any old 21str century 0-10 stuff…I mean, you can sort of hear a low volume draining sort-of sound inside your head: your bladder is chiming in: Kep-tin! Ah cain’t hald own mch longah…!
you:(actuallyme): It’s OK we can hold on (hmm maybe until we get to the end of this block)
me:(actuallyme):(wetting) h-hunh?ohuhnnnsss oh wow that’s a lot
and fvking SCENE…also wetting like a peestar
gwoad I peed myself just now in like six weeks and OMFG im gonna do it again ok? i just.
Out For Delivery is a 42 minute playable documentary shot with a 360-degree camera. The slice-of-life experience follows a food delivery courier in Beijing on January 23, 2020, the day before Lunar New Year, and the day Wuhan shut down due to COVID-19.
If you don’t like what I’m saying, whether it be about my family’s experiences, the fandom’s I’m in, my life in general, just unfollow me. Don’t send anon hate, it’s immature and honestly I have enough shit to deal with on a daily basis.
My anon is on in case someone wants to ask me a question but has anxiety over asking, it may help alleviate the anxiety. It’s not there for people to be assholes over my disdain for communism and to call me a facist.
It has 6 different endings, and each one has a small illustration like this one:
It’s mostly light-hearted, and is basically the result of me asking myself what would happen if I had been able to summon a demon to help me with my problems, when I was 16.
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It’s INSANE to me how controversial romance novels are. Romance novels. Like, being openly a fan of them immediately opens you up to people constantly coming at you like “but don’t you think it’s ~limiting- and ~juvenile~ to have a genre of books with happy endings for women?”
Like.
No?
Why is it such a big deal to want to read stories where women have sex and then don’t die at the end? Jesus Christ.
Why is the concept of female characters being happy seen as less creative than female characters suffering? (Trust me, creating a world where women win in the end takes a lot more creativity and artistic vision lmfao)
Anyway, literary bros will pry my romance novels with their happy endings from my cold dead fingers.
Or die in the very beginning of the book. But no one calls out James Patterson for writing another formulaic thriller in which a woman is horrifically killed after getting laid and then some man solves her murder. Every. Damn. Time.
But hey, those romance novels where women get happy endings are so limiting, eh?
Real talk: realizing how common it is for female characters to be punished for on-the-page sex with death was a big part of my embracing the romance genre. Once I noticed it I couldn’t unnotice it. It’s everywhere. A woman having sex in literature or non-romance genre fiction is the literary equivalent of a red shirt on Star Trek.
And don’t get me started on the ‘bad role model’ stuff.
“Don’t you think that romance novels provide bad role models for young women?”
One time I said, brightly, “Yes! Absolutely! And that’s why I think that young men shouldn’t watch Bond movies, or Bourne movies, or anything fast or furious or Trek or Wars or with shooting.”
Because if we can’t trust young women to not learn the Wrong Lessons about Love from romance (because obviously, girls have no concept of fantasy and can’t grok the difference between that and reality), how can we trust young men to not learn the Wrong Lessons about Fighting?
