Manicatlas - Kuen

i can take them (not in a fight)

art credit: @ave661

Seems unfair that I don't have 18 hours a day to read and write fanfiction. Sleep? Work? What are these nonsense tasks?

Marauders fans be like “i read AU’s to escape the pain of cannon” and then the AU is the bloody Hunger Games

it wild to me that there are people out there who aren't interested in history

like wdym you don't think about the fact that women would tell stories as they made butter in the same way we listen to podcasts today? wdym you don't think about that one Chinese poet who wrote about how much he loved his cats hundreds of years ago? wdym you don't think about the fact that we found a gravesite of a young child surrounded by flowers from THOUSANDS of years ago? wdym you don't think about how people wrote "i was here" into the walls in Pompeii? wdym you don't think about the little egyptian boy who drew little doodles at the top of his school works more then a thousand years ago?

wdym you don't think about the fact that people, no matter the place, time, social status, are fundamentally no different from you. that they loved the same as you, enjoyed the same things you did, dreamed about a better life the same way you did. that despite how seemingly detached you are from these people, in time, place, and culture, the things you do and the thing u are, are so undeniably human that it transcends time and space

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

man, i love fictional wife guys

trying to analyse he xuan is ridiculous. he is orestes he is lear he is prospero he is scrooge he is esau he is the ancient mariner he is the count of monte cristo he is every byronic hero. but most importantly he is none of those things because in every aspect he flopped. he didn’t get his vengeance he didn’t find his peace he didn’t even die a dramatic final death. he spent hundreds of years on an elaborate revenge plot only to falter at the last moment and ruin it for himself. he doesn’t even get to be heathcliff haunting the moors in unfulfilled passion about it, he just follows the love of his life at a sad distance like a wet mop, hiding out of sight while eating up all the food. just the wettest saddest lil’est meow meow flopsky that you’ve ever beheld.

me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

"defend your thesis" first of all why are you attacking my thesis.