ex friends are like. last time i remembered you i got so angry i almost crashed my car. i still think about your laugh whenever i see one of your favorite scenes on the show we used to watch together. you made me cry 3 years after we last spoke. i think of you on your birthday. you are a part of some of the best memories i have of my life. i hate you.
you ever jerk off to something and you’re like yeah that was mid. i feel like a chump for not jerking off to something hotter. and then your jerk off elo pops up in the HUD and you see all the points you lost
also absolutely hate when people say “this is set a million years from now and there’s still racism and homophobia? #problematic” and then you read it and it’s a scathing and concise yet meticulous examination of our current views on race and gender and sexuality. you don’t understand what the point of science fiction is. escapism is not the pinnacle of the written form that all genre fiction should aspire to. you’re annoying me
the fantastical setting allows for the writer to make our current day issues larger than life and therefore more easily examined and deconstructed. in genre fiction fantasy is often used as a microscope and through it we can try to better understand what’s gone so wrong with us in the modern day, we can try to point to the cancer in the cells. it’s natural to want to escape sometimes (i love a good romcom for example) but you do need to confront a mirror every once in a while. the solution to your pain is not to bury your head in squeecore. sorry i said squeecore
