Razzek - Let Me Teach You How To Navigate Your Way To Defeat!

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!!  

Little accessibility rant 8

Just saw a news article calling dark mode on devices a trend and mother fuckers I dunno how to explain to you that a lot of humans have been breaking the internet for decades because black text on a white bg is pure god damn agony. And if you're going to force your shitty app or your dumb email to break my phone's dark mode settings so it can look nice, bitch I am going to absolutely fuck you with forced custom app rules in the accessibility settings. 8) Now your shit looks like total ass and it's nobody's fault but your own. 8D

Btw if you too want to fuck up a company's hard work so you don't projectile vomit all over your screen, on iOS go to settings - accessibility - per app settings, then plug in any app that's trying to get around dark mode and go into that app and turn on "smart invert". It will mostly leave images alone but everything else it will flip color schemes on. No more eye gouging white bg emails now ahahaha! I'm not sure how this works on Android but I think it's also doable with those devices. To do it on your laptop/pc it just depends on your browser and installing a good dark reader extension.

Ozzie the Vampire Episode 08: Heart School - Page 39

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Ozzie the Vampire Episode 08: Heart School - Page 40

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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.