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first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
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first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
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Watched Ernst Lubistch's I Don't Want to Be a Man yesterday for a class. 1910s transmasc yaoi goes fucking crazy.
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me when I'm in an awesome fucking magic system competition and my opponent is Brandon Sanderson:
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werewolf who runs you down in the woods and pins you down and does a whole monologue about how weak and pathetic you humans are and what delicious, succulent prey you make, then lays her head in your lap and politely asks you for scritches with her big wet eyes
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Not to be a faggot on main but having someone you deeply care for tell you they miss you is kinda everything to me.
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got ice cream w my family and saw this middle schooler with a trans flag pin on their bag staring at me in awe. so basically it’s all worth it.
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I am (4) chapters into Tress of the Emerald Sea, and I am hitting Tress with the transfemmification beam. My reasons are she goes by a chosen name because she hates her birth name, and nobody can stop me.
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Someone requested Chilchuck and Hatsune Miku
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I wanted to draw marcille getting some hugs 🫂
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at the gallifreyan academy writing my exams. Question: What is time? I think it over intently, then write down: Time = Comedy - Tragedy. the next day I am exiled from the gallifreyan Capitol
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Looking back it was so funny how high school teachers would pull the "you won't be able to get away with stuff like this in college, your professors expect you to be serious" or any hint that college is a Deeply Serious place.
One year in college I took a summer class on The Canterbury Tales because the super rad professor from my "Saints, Whores, and Warriors: Women of Medieval Europe" class was teaching it and convinced me that learning all the dirty jokes in Chaucer would be a rad way to spend the summer (she was correct).
Anyway, the university assigned us a modular classroom, or a trailer, and she was pissed. It was summer semester, you really couldn't find one classroom on this whole campus for 15 freaks reading Chaucer? Really? So she decided to move the class to the little 1890s house on the other side of campus where the English department was and we could enjoy the nice former living room/dining room for the summer.
She leads us on our trek across campus, not really paying attention to us. We file inside and get seats around the table as she is unpacking her bag and getting set up. Finally she turns around to see all 15 of us eating one of these
"What the...fuck? How? Where did you all get popsicles?" Total bewilderment.
Someone explained that the GRE test prep people where handing them out to students. Her reaction was "well this is unacceptable." And she went and demanded one of her own and we all enjoyed a frozen treat as we discussed the finer point of the Knight's Tale in middle English.
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