PRETTY LITTLE DEAD THING

@wwillywonka / wwillywonka.tumblr.com

it was worth a wound – it was worth many wounds – to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.

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𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙. they/them. 25. poc. autistic. willy wonka is my special interest. currently pursuing my MA in writing and working on my first novel. antagonist_writes on ao3. please read my carrd! 18+ only, minors dni.

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exhausting to keep seeing over and over monsterfucker discourse about whether or not a given character is monstery enough to count and never addressing that the human characters in monsterfucker art are basically never fat or visibly disabled. like okay you want to fuck more disgusting fictional monsters than somebody else. what are your attitudes about real life human bodies tho

the countermeasure to dehumanisation is not sexualisation. the countermeasure is to treat the other person with respect and dignity actually.

i don't care if you wanna fuck fat people or hairy people or trans people or the elderly or disabled people or whatever. can you treat them like human beings

Evergreen!👇🏾

Race isn’t mentioned in this post, but I’m sure it applies regardless. Take the screenshot in context to both that and the groups mentioned above.

it's truly insane how much more functional society would be and how much happier everyone would be if every job was perpetually 10% overstaffed (and people who weren't needed could chill and rotate in when needed while still getting paid) instead of 10-50% understaffed but that wouldn't be 'efficient' (in the short term, for shareholders) so fuck everyone I guess

first thing id do as a skeleton is drink red wine from a goblet and have it spill out everywhere . second thing id do is play my ribs like a xylophone

therapist: and what do we say when we feel like this?

me: no live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality

therapist: no

our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in

whenever i mess up cooking eggs the edwardian dandy who follows me around looking over my shoulder says "poor show, old boy!" and shakes his head sympathetically