WittyProfileName2 [she/her]
Cofiwch Dryweryn
who the hell are these people because my ancestors want to have a word with them.
My ancestors this, my ancestors that, I piss on your ancestors. Like as if, we supposed to honour people now just because they’re dead. Like as if, this woman has a direct line of communication with her dead nazi grandad or whatever. “Oh my ancestors woulda felt bad about this.” Don’t care, doubtless to say they’d also boil their piss about gay marriage or desegregated schools as well.
weird dreams last night CW: death, decomposition, consumption of animal products.
Last night I dreamt I was in an unfamiliar city. There was this persistent keening buzz, and the floors constantly shivered and hummed as if many somethings moved beneath it. The people of the city fed themselves through pipes that belched a red syrupy liquid into troughs that they collected in bowls. The whole place stank in an overly sugary way, like the breath of someone in ketoacidosis.
I had a parcel to deliver, at the top one of the many towers that blotted out the sky. The inner walls covered with pipes and this slow gurgling mingled with the buzz. The further I climbed, the worse the buzzing got until I arrived at an office boardroom. No one in the room acknowledged my existence they just chatted amongst themselves as I laid the box on the table. I was about to leave when I caught a glance out the window.
Stretching out of the landscape like a hill, surrounded on all sides by towers, was the corpse of this vast sea creature. Kinda whale-y, kinda shark-y. Rotting in the earth, its putrefying flesh forming rivers of muddy reds and purples. Stretching tumour-like from its body was a gigantic hive, circled at the bottom by a complex network of pumps. Billowing like smoke from the rotting leviathan were swarms of countless vulture bees.
At the base of the creature, carriages of dead bodies were being transported and dumped like slag on a coal tip.
Then I woke up.
Bit idea:
1 issue voter, where the issue is whether or not the candidate could wreck me in a 1v1 match with instagib in Quake 3.
This comment killed me.
How does it feel that this election season this tranphobe will do more for the trans community then you will?
“How dare you criticise me, you uppity queer! I’ll have you know that by voting for a politician (the absolute extent of my advocacy) I have done more for the trans community than you!”
The cross section of male, techbro, and lib is a of such potency that it’ll crawl over broken glass for the chance to mansplain.
Distant on the wind we hear “well actually, Frankenstein was the doctor.”
You gotta have both
And
Shuffle the playlist and when the song comes up see how long it takes for you to notice which one it is.
Edit: what’d I do to piss off skynet? It keeps sending robots to my front door to yell at me about YouTube frontends.
There is a surprisingly alright Dr Who spinoff series called “Class” where the central big bad is a genocidal army of shadow people that just, like, step outta a person’s shadow and shank 'em.
If Class is anything to go by, we simply need to find a teenage girl with sufficient anger issues to fight these aliens’ leader in an arena kinda like a Dark Souls boss to fix this.
