ime the most reactionary i've ever been was when i wanted the approval of terrible people. once it sank in that i didn't need their approval and that they didn't warrant my respect, the whole edifice collapsed pretty rapidly

how can it be simultaneously true that young people have no chores or responsibilities and that their parents are absent?

if their parents aren't there, presumably it falls to them to do all the work around the house

this is just my natural tongue posture but it's ruining my life

slop is word year

canderal plus is now okkto

primarchs (and space marines in general, really) are pro wrestlers doing pro wrestling storylines in space

funnily enough, monopoly does tell a story. it originated as "the landlord's game," a georgist critique of rentierism in board game form (this is why it's not a very fun game)

that's a tomb!

they're invested in patriarchy and the existence of trans people in any socioeconomic niche that isn't "sex worker (disposable)" is a threat to that

besides, scapegoating minorities is a time-honored tactic of rulers and politicians seeking to cover their own asses

update: i coughed up a chunk of flesh and feel like a person again. what gives

*chews on a leaf. but sideways*

say what you will about western polearms, but i do like a lucerne hammer

oh, my issue isn't even with the shonenesque. shonen and adjacent genres can be great. but there's a point where everything gets so abstract and so disconnected from reality that the only response i can muster is a jerking-off motion in the air

i honestly think how well the fantastic elements align with the author's narrative intent are more important than whether they're high or low

that being said, there are pitfalls to going too low or high. too low, and i wonder why it isn't historical fiction. too high, and my eyes glaze over

ontario has spent the entirety of its existence taking a gigantic steaming dump in one continuous unbroken length. the government of ontario giggles whenever a child stubs their toe. the government of ontario sells adrenochrome out of a van. the government of ontario went to omelas and took notes!

flourishing, happiness, and well-being. the government of ontario drinks out of the skulls of our dearest friends, and even those acquaintances of whom we think little but do so fondly. the government of ontario recoils at all fellow-feeling, it hisses at warmth and solidarity. the government of

the downtrodden, disorienting them and sapping them of their vital energies. the government of ontario laughs at our collective suffering and thinks it pleasing. the government of ontario is a sort of intrusive appendage of an extradimensional entity from a plane of existence hostile to all