#not a metaphor

[jangling-girl]

the problem with sleep deprivation is as bad as it is it does let you hear the secret melodies. you will regret it later but its always good to hear the secret melodies at the time

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Aslan is usually said to be an allegory for Jesus but that's possibly not true.

At the end of "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" Aslan says “But [in your world] I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

So in conclusion Aslan is not a metaphor for Jesus but instead is his fursona.

[highonlife22]

i would never pretend to not care because everyone can hear my heartbeat from across the room

[dumpinggound]

Am I a bad person. I'm thinking about that time a group of people I considered friends handed me a rabbit that had been run over. They told me to kill it because they would feel too bad. Is there something wrong with me? I thought I was giving it mercy. It was in so much pain, and smashing its skull is the quickest way, just like grampa taught me. But they had me hold it for 20 minutes as they drove to a river. So it could have a better view as I beat its head in with a rock because we couldn't find a hammer. Am I in the wrong for not seeing dignity in that. Am I broken because 9 people who knew me though me incapable of empathy or remorse. That because I grew up differently than them that I could kill and not feel anything.

[marsixm]

saw that headline about s2 being THEE romcom it was meant to be and started vibrating w excitement

[dwarvendiaries]

Jellybeans are quite tasty.

But do not be so hasty,

As to munch away half a

Packet before dinner.

[270828]

    I just saw MC Ride, he walked into my elevator at the hotel I’m staying 

[moteldogs]

what’s the world coming to. they don’t even let you stick your whole arm in the meat slicer anymore

[amethysttribble]

Day 1,854 of people in the Tolkien fandom not knowing what an allegory is

[butwhichhazel]

I don't care if god gave me a penis, I'm going to have a good curve even if it means starting with six cards.

Five cards.

[springinthehills]

Some men are from Mars, some women are from Venus, but most people are from Earth.

[genocider--ho]

jalapeno tequila and nothing forever

[justgivemeabookplease]

Shrek 2, while a cinematic masterpiece, is also an interesting look at queerness and comp het.

Fiona is married so it's time to reunite with her parents. But instead of marrying a prince, she's married to an ogre. Not just that, but she's also an ogre. (Yes everyone knew she would sometimes be an ogre but that was when she was a child, she didn't know she would be an ogre for the rest of her life, and besides once she met the right prince she would stop being an ogre. She was supposed to stop being an ogre.)

But okay they're both ogres. We can still ask about when they'll have children because even if they're ogres they can still have kids, right? That's what married princes and princesses do so naturally that's what everyone does. Even if ogres might not be great parents (I've heard that ogres eat their young, is that something you people do?) it's still something that should be discussed.

And okay you can stay in Fiona's childhood bedroom filled with all the reminders that hey, everyone thought she was just a princess and princesses marry princes. Her toys left out from the last time she played with them. The prince slays the ogre. The princess offers a token of gratitude for slaying the ogre. Fiona wrote Mrs. Fiona Charming a million times in her diary because what else was she supposed to grow up to be?

And Harold you have to fix this, your country can't be ruled by ogres. You were unfit to rule when you were a frog but I changed you, I made you better, I made you a prince. You know how this works. Think of your daughter's safety.

Shrek goes to the Fairy Godmother and oh honey, ogres don't live happily ever after. It's just not done. It hasn't happened in all of fairy tale history. You have to change the both of you to be happy. You have to present as a prince and a princess. It will be better. You'll fit in better that way. You'll be accepted that way.

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[queenmynx]

most of my stories are like 2 words long. bUT IF TERES NO DRMTIC STORT IM NOT HVING IT. everything needs to sound as if some inspection of it would discover a secret from the universe like delicate drops of morning dew wrung from a blade of grass in a boundless countryside that stretches on for eternity. we'll never find every single one before the sun bakes away the tears of morning, but i can find some. and i'll find as many as i can before the dinner bell sounds.

Okay, so as a counterpoint to this survey >>>

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.