Me playing d&d: “Listen, I know you struggle with this, but the DM wants us to make a perception roll. Do you think we can handle it? Do we think we can maybe, just maybe, roll at least above a 10? For me? Please?”
My d&d character, spitting in my face: “Fuck you. I have never perceived anything in my life and I’m sure as hell not going to start now. Now I will roll a 7.”
You’ve spent the whole week lopping off heads for the boss man and nothing will keep you from chowing down that entire box of Uneeda biscuits you been hanging on to.
Except maybe your big brother.
(inspired by my friend Tomby, and her cat also named Serafine who was sleeping on the cheezits bag)
i don’t know how to tell people that deriving pleasure - sexual pleasure included! - from art* is good actually, and that creating specific kind of art “just” because you find it hot or whatever is just as good a reason as any, and you don’t actually need some “deep and meaningful” reason to create art about things. pleasure - sexual pleasure included - is not the devil, it is not Bad and shameful, and it’s not any less valid of a reason to create something than because you want to, idk, explore the depths of the human consciousness or something
* art here includes writing
i’m glad this post resonated with people because i lost a years-long mutual over it when i made it lmao
