the reason male comic book fans work themselves into a frenzied rage over “fake geek girls" is because they think they can’t get a girlfriend because of their love for comic books (a.k.a nerdiness). if they accept that geek girls genuinely love comic books, then they’re left with the cold harsh reality that it’s not their nerdiness that makes them unattractive to women, but the fact that they are misogynistic condescending dickbags who need to be avoided AT ALL COSTS
Failing in the future is a huge daunting prospect that weighs heavily on me. As such, I like to prepare for it by failing in small increments along the way, so when the inevitable happens at least I now have a reason for it.
okay so if harry potter was born in 1980, and went to hogwarts in like 91, that means he was in his sixth year in 1996
do you think he knew about the spice girls? i mean.. i know he had shit going on with horcruxes that year but wannabe isn’t something that happens without you taking note of it
Social Media - Flash Fiction
Logging on again. The room has darkened, the sun has set, the night awaits. I check my messages, and the two words burn themselves into my brain. Photos of friends and good times, the ships that sailed past each other in the night.
Tick. Seen: two days ago.
Those two words again. Better check my events. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Not attending. Sorry! Work! Forgot! Guess I’ll just throw the food in the fridge, it’ll keep for a day or two.
Those two words again.
A notification; she wrote back.
I log out. Maybe this will be the last time.
The Seven Deadly Sins - Short Fiction
Lust entered the sub-sub-basement, his fedora tilted at a suitably rakish angle. He hadn’t showered, and his beard was starting to grow in, but he’d been busy this decade watching hentai, and decided to skip it. It was time for another meeting of the Seven Deadly Sins, a name that Pride had shyly whispered before Envy announced it as his own idea.
Greed was presiding, his suit looking even more ragged than last time. “Look, can we get this going? I’ve got to get back to the gym.” Sloth demanded. He still hadn’t figured out that his vice was a practical joke, but then, steroids do odd things to the brain.
"Yes, we should-" Pride mumbled quietly, before getting cut off by Greed. "Right, we are all here. Let’s kick this off, shall we?"
Lust was busy looking at his phone, his best friend Lilith had a new boyfriend again. *Damn that Belial, why don’t succubi ever go for a nice demon like me?* His last message to Lilith on Fiendbook had been seen by her last month, according to the message bar. He fired off a quick guilt trip, trying to win her attention back. He threatened to kill himself, that she was the only demon for him, referenced all the souls he’d given her. That was sure to bring her back to him.
"Lust? Lust?" Wrath’s voice brought his attention back to the gathering. Wrath had adopted the ‘black trenchcoat’ look after the Matrix came out, claiming to be inspired by school shootings. No one believed him.
"Right, ah. My plans involve the increasing proliferation of pornography around the world." The other demons rolled their eyes. This was the same plan he’d presented over the last three decades.
"Pornography again?" Gluttony interjected. "Why?" He slurred a little, obviously drunk. He really couldn’t hold his liquor.
Lust suddenly became very interested in the Mountain Dew stain on his shirt, before being lifted bodily by Sloth. “Gluttony asked you a question, geek.”
"Sloth, put him down. There’s no need for violence." Wrath complained. "Go on, Lust."
Lust cleared his throat. “Well, I figure that if everyone in the world is having sex, I will be able to…” He broke off, mumbling.
"You’ll be able to what?"
"Get a girlfriend." The other demons roared with laughter.
Greed rapped his knuckles on the table, bringing the meeting back to order. “Lucifer’s staff, Lust! You know what mortal kind thinks of you? They imagine this seductive vixen, the ultimate portrayal of carnality. Yet you, the master of the Succubi, can’t even get a lay from demons who will sleep with anyone on the planet!”
"Oh yeah? Well look at you, Greed." Lust yelled, tears streaming down his face. "When’s the last time your investments paid off? I hear you are living on food stamps. Fuck this, I’m out of here, Lilith is messaging me. She’s probably realised that I’m the demon for her.
The catcalls followed him out of the room. He checked the message from Lilith.
It’s amazing how seeing a certain person can completely kill your mood, even if you don’t actually talk to them.