Oh My Goodness That Image Description Of The Cover! Thank You For That Dr. Tingle! It's Rare To Find

Oh my goodness that image description of the cover! Thank you for that Dr. Tingle! It's rare to find image descriptions that are both useful and stylistically thematic with what the image is part of. As a screen reader user I love it so much when the creator takes part in describing their images too! What a fun way to prove love is real! :)

please enjoy new tingler THE IDIOM ABOUT COMPARING APPLES TO ORANGES GETS ME OFF BISEXUALLY BUT ALSO CONFUSES ME BECAUSE APPLES AND ORANGES CAN BE EASILY COMPARED out now on amazon or true buckaroo tier patreon

by the way this story has CONCRETE answer to this age old question if you know where phrase comes from do not post spoilers

I am not a warrior. My hands are soft and smooth; my feet, bare, tread unsteadily across cold moss and jagged stone. My hair is not coarse, and before today it fell in thick, shining waves over my shoulders. Now it is roped and twisted and braided with bright things and shining things, cold against my temples, glittering in the corners of my eyes. All my life I have known honey and music. I sat still to be painted and listened to songs that swooped low like the valleys where I was born, high like the hill where I would be sent. I ate cakes whose sweetness could not hide their bitterness, and ached in my throat when I swallowed too large a bite. My mouth grows heavy with my purpose and water flows from it as it flows from the skies to the seas. The trees chant and dance. The sky bulges down with want. My tongue hangs panting. My eyes are a half smile of moon. Here my song begins, in what voices are still left to me. I sing as my feet drag. I sing when my hands become wet with dew. I sing as I am lifted and carried, as to a marriage bed. The heat of my skin touches the cold of the stone and I feel the moment of the last virginal part of me, drawn out taut. The prayers that wash over me lave me of unworthiness. My song reaches a crescendo. Here I will succeed; here I will achieve; here is completion; here is victory. The blade’s thrust into my body takes my breath with it, billowing from me as steam. Into the unyielding stone I give movement. Into the frigid waters I give warmth. Into the barren earth I give beauty. Into the furious sky I give love. I am not a warrior. But I have brought peace. And I am become of the gods.

God episode 4 is always pure agony to watch ;_; And to think they toned it down ;_;

Me: I should catch up on The Last of Us … (puts on Chernobyl again)

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if you ever doubt your writing, be it your themes, or the reason behind it, remember that h.g wells wrote war of the worlds both as a commentary on colonialism and the horrors it brings, and because he fucking hated his neighbours and his 13 hour job, and wanted to write about the town in which he lived getting blasted to the fucking ground by lasers into an irreparable heap and all of the townspeople dying painfully 

you, too, can channel your hatred for that guy that lives down the hall and blasts music at 4am into the one of the most influential science fiction stories ever written! fuck it! i believe in you!!  

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au