I’m afraid with the recent death, it’s without a doubt that one of our guests here is a vampire. I’ve narrowed it down between Stacy, who was drinking “red wine” when we got here- Michael, who is goth, or Daniel, who I don’t like.
I’ll never get over how fucking ridiculous the post-hunger games dystopian YA trend was. Every book was “society is sorted into *rolls dice* 5 groups based on *picks card* astrology signs. It is illegal to *throws dart at wall* sing. The main character is special because she *spins wheel* knows how to read. Two boys are in love with her.”
Hunger Games said “I am this incredible piece of literature detailing the evils of a capitalist society in conjunction with an increasingly authoritarian government. The purpose of my love triangle is to make the protagonist face a very real choice of staying with what she knows— passion and war and survival— or finally having a chance at peace. My twist ending was genuinely unexpected but fully understandable, because switching out one tyrant for another accomplishes nothing aside from placating the people. I contain so many layers of nuance and meaning that it is astonishing that middle school children were able to truly grasp me.” And every YA author looked at that and went “Heehoo teenage giwl fights against scawy govewnment WHILE twying to pick between boys!!!!!!! I’m gonna wepwoduce this pewfectly!!!” and frankly I hate it
blood is basically the most normal thing for a sword to hunger for. if a sword gained sentience and started asking me for blood i’d be like yeah i thought you might say that
the worst thing abt gay peers my age is that i cant tell who im allowed to say faggot around and who will go on tiktok and make a video about me saying faggot around them
