"you Can't Kill The God Of Sex!"

"you can't kill the god of sex!"

She finished rubbing the sword with the cloth, and pulled tip near her face to examine the point. "pretty sure I can, actually. This ain't my first time drawing metal 'gainst a deity, you know?"

"No, I mean you shouldn't! People enjoy sex. And people need sex! How are we going to get the next generation if there's no more sex?"

She shakes her head. "I'm not killing the god of fertility. There'll still be pregnancies and births, just won't be the result of sex. 'sides, you know how gods work. Give 'em a decade or two and they'll deify a new god of sex."

She resheaths the sword on her back, now clean and sharp (the sword, not her back. Her back is far from either), and heads towards the door.

"wait, before you go, just explain why you want to do this!"

She stops at the doorway, shrugs. "It's a job. Been paid already." "by who?"

She smiles. "Buncha a-sexuals. Said they were tired of it and wanted to be free of sex. Told 'em it'd only work for a while, but they said they'd just hire me again. Told 'em I'd be happy to do it if I'm still breathin' when that happens."

"And you're just okay with killing sex?" "Not much of a fan of gods, to be honest. And they are paying me very well. I'll find something else to do with my downtime and coppers for a decade or two". She pulls a dagger out and scrapes some dried blood from under a rough fingernail. "Heh. Barmaid down at the pub will be sad I won't be dropping by to get some post-job relaxation... But I'll find something else to do. I hear cards are fun. Always meant to learn how to play 'em, never had the time."

"Anyway", she says loudly, shoving her knife back in a belt, "I've got to get going. It'll be a day or two before I can get down to the Godrealm. I spect you might want to go find your girl or boy or lizardman, whatever. Could be the last chance you get for a little 'together time' for a while. Seeya round!"

She trudges out into the darkness of the night, leaving the door open.

Come take my quiz and find out which dead dove trope you are! Content warning: One question with disturbing imagery. Some questions and all the results will discuss dark/disturbing topics. Do not take this quiz if it makes you uncomfortable.

The semantic drift that's happened to AMAB/AFAB as acronyms that clearly, specifically and BLATANTLY describe a momentary imposition of gendered expectations on individuals based on an unreliable decision making process really gets to me

Both from the people actively using them as misgendering but more progressive ("This space is for AFABs to be safe from predatory AMABs") AND the people projecting that misconception of what the terms mean onto people who are correctly using them to analyse the social pressures placed on people who aren't living up to the assignment.

Three of the four letters specify that this is a social process, dipshits! The idea that these acronyms are about biology is contradicted by 75% of the words in them!

behavior

[ID: Three panel comic with crudely drawn stick people

Panel 1: A neon greenish-purple person, whose body is grayscale but who indicates their identity with a purple hat and a green pin, is talking to a grayscale person whose body is green, who is indicating this with their grayscale hat.

Greenish-purple: "I mean yeah, neon greenish purple is me, but I'm okay with not pursuing that medically."

Grayscale: "Yeah I mean it's a hassle to deal with, if you're fine not doing it that's cool"

From off-panel: "Yes... haha, yes!"

Panel 2: The two non-chromoforming characters watch awkwardly as the Paragon of Revolutionary Inaction, a grayscale person, screams in triumph.

Paragon: "A triumph for the doctrine of revolutionary inaction, to be sure! But you could do more! Subvert those expectations further, fellow inactionite! Take off the hat! Unpin yourself!"

Grayscale: "Oh no. Them again."

Greenish-purple: "Can you please just stay away from me? My life choices aren't part of your ridiculous attempt at doing 5D chess with conformity!"

From off-panel: "Holy. Fucking. Shitfuck."

Panel 3: The most illiterate person alive, a grayscale person wearing a book on their head, with a small pink mark on their forehead from a recently healed injury, appears on the left. The paragon of revolutionary inaction is on the right. The two others are caught in the middle.

Illiterate: "It is I! The most illiterate person alive! How dare you say the paragon of revolutionary inaction is not a valid chromatic person??"

Greenish-purple: "We're not-"

Paragon: "Yeah! That's definitely what they said just now! It's my presentation they're mad about, not my behavior!"

Grayscale: "...I think arguing is pointless, they're just going to do free-form fiction together now."

End ID.]

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I'm watching a video essay about a game ive been interested in playing. The creator of the video, who has crossdressed multiple times, makes a "women arent funny" joke, and i suddenly realize ive never witnessed him acknowledge a woman in an uplifting way before.

I'm on a dating app for lgbt+ people. I've stated multiple times on my profile that i would rather lose an arm than recieve nudes without consent. I will be sent five dick pics for every 2 people i talk to that night.

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Ok guys just thought of this what is the first blorbo you’ve ever had/can remember