slut 4 shakespeare

the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts

you know it’s spring when you have to chase porcupines off your lawn so the dog can go outside to pee

exhibit a

obsessed with these notes my mom found yesterday from when my parents first moved in together. i laughed at the fact that my dad never filled out the grocery list…some things dont change

Everytime I go to Boston I am reminded how much I hate Boston

Who allowed that to happen. Who decided to let Boston exist

Official Post of Massachusetts

not to be a killjoy but it's still crazy to me that it's considered mean to be like "maybe you should read / play / watch the source material before creating fanworks and diving into the fandom" bc every time i see somebody going "i havent played disco elysium or know anything about it tbh but uwu here's harry and kim kissing" idk maybe you should engage with it. maybe you should play the anti-capitalist surrealist game where you investigate the murder of a mercenary who led the gang rape of a foreign girl and process that for a bit? and then you can do cutesy mlm or whatever idc. but like at the absolute bare minimum you should understand what the source material involves otherwise we get the phenomenon of people joining a dragon age server and wanting content warnings for like, mage racism. like it's fine to ship and transform the genre into whatever but if you arent comfortable with discussions of the actual source content itself then maybe the fandom isnt for you and a different one is. peace and love.

actual peace and love would involve letting anyone who wants to do things do them, without judgment.

I don't think there is anything unreasonable about the idea that if someone isn't comfortable with actual discussions of the source material they should probably not insert themselves into the fandom. And I struggle to see how this has anything to do with ableism as per your tags.

Well, when you demand a certain amount of effort to be input before you consider someone's creative work valid, that's ableist.

The issue at hand isn't one of the validity of transformative works (and I agree with you there that art doesn't derive meaning or validity from the amount of "effort" poured into it) but of fandom social dynamics and the very simple fact that people involved in a fandom will find people who have not engaged with the source material yet insist on inserting themselves into the fandom annoying. This user articulated it well imo and I'm tired right now:

Unfortunately it's still gatekeeping and still ableist.

I genuinely think it's neither of those things.

i show up to the Planes Enjoyer Convention to talk about how pretty planes are. to my shock i learn planes fly which is awful because i'm scared of heights.

despite me being very passionate, nobody wants to hear about my novel where i imagine planes as types of burrowing creatures. instead people tell me i don't seem very interested in planes or the Planes Enjoyer Convention. this is very mean and judgemental.

eventually i strike up a conversation with someone and they reveal that planes are sometimes used for wars, and they actually like historical "war planes". my heart sinks.

they seem surprised and suggest that i read up about planes. that's just unacceptable. i call them an ableist gatekeeper and protest as i mime being forcibly escorted out of the convention by the security guards i made up in my head.

Honestly if you’re still littering in 2025 what the fuck is wrong with you?

I have "wanting to fuck guys who look like fantasy pirates" disease and it's called being a fucking genius

My IQ Just Doubled?! I Also Want To Fuck Ladies Who Look Like Fantasy Pirates

did u see them btw...

they cast a spell to ward off evil

happy consolidated bunnies for tdov

“I love you. If you get yourself killed I will never forgive you.” forever in the top 5 romantic things to say to your lover before battle

Happy birthday trans people!!!!!! ✨💞🥰💙🫶🌟💕🦎🏳️‍⚧️💞the world is better with you in it ❤️

old war veterans used to marry young women from poor situations solely so their money went to someone who needed it when they died and frankly. that'd Levi coded to be

its not about love or sex or emotions, it's just about making sure someone's benefiting from his pension after he dies.

oh... what if you were pregnant and on the street, just like his mom was all those years ago.....

Outsiders judge, of course. A young thing, half his age, stomach round with child, coming in and out of the old hermits home. you have a ring in your finger. he wears nothing.

he asks nothing of you, not companionship, not help. he offers you a home, a future for your child that he always wished someone would have gifted his own mother.

most days he doesn't even speak to you, withdrawing into his own room. Hiding from his own wife.

"What should we name it?"

Levi starts at the question, staring for a long time before slumping back in his chair. You're sitting at the other end of the table, nibbling into the biscuits you had made earlier. They're dry, with too much sugar, but Levi still dips into into his tea, just to be nice.

"Why are you asking me?" he says, coolly. "I'm not the father."

You don't respond at first, watching your own hands in silent consideration. The doctor says it's only a couple of weeks now, just in time for the first snow. Pregnancy does not rest well on you; you don't glow or float about the room the way his friends' wives had. You're tired, worn down just by living.

"You could be," you say. "If you want."

The tea is gone before he speaks again, only the waterlogged crumbs of your cooking left at the bottom of his cup.

"Kuchel," Levi says. "If it's a girl."

You hum with approval. "Kuchel. Such a sweet name."

The baby is not named Kuchel.

Spring blossoms and the babe finally starts to sleep through the night. When you hold him tight and bounce, he's begun to giggle- this unbalanced sound that screws a smile out of Levi.

"Are you hungry, baby?" you coo. "Is it time to eat?"

"He's getting fat."

You glance at your husband and give his a bemused expression. "He's supposed to be."

"I know."

"Our boy is big and strong." Your tone shifts to melody- a song for your boy. You love him so much that it blushes your cheeks and lifts your voice and-

Levi looks back towards the window.

"Levi, can you hold him while I heat up some milk?"

He does. The baby is nestled into the crook of his good arm, awake and content. He gurgles a bit when Levi holds him tighter. When he knows you're out of ear shot, the man leans in and speaks in low tones.

"Hello, Erwin," he mumbles. "Your mother is right. You're looking strong."

"I want a baby."

Levi doesn't look up from his book. He just points hooks a thumb at the bassinet beside the bed. Erwin is curled tight on himself, sleeping more soundly than Levi ever has.

"What do you call that thing?"

You don't retort or smile like you usually do. When the silence sits for too long, he folds the page's ear and sets it aside. He doesn't know when you two started sharing a bed, but he knows he can't sleep without knowing you're happy and beside him.

"Levi." Your nightgown falls off your shoulder. "I want us to have a baby."

He knows what you're trying to say, but he refuses to acknowledge it. It's not that he hasn't-- That he doesn't want to touch-- He doesn't know if he can even--

"We have a fucking baby," he dismisses.

You lean against him, head of his shower. It's not an unusual pose for either of you, but it's more charged now than its even been. "I want one that's part you."

"Look at that thing. That's definitely fucking my kid." The baby in question kicks in his sleep. "See that that pissed off face? That's my influence."

"Levi."

"I'm his father." The words rip out of him in a way he doesn't mean, like he's scolding troops and not his soft, young wife. "Don't imply that I'm not."

You don't shrink away, but you suddenly feel so distant.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I shouldn't have asked."

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