I’m still fucked up at the fact that the longest piece of English fictional literature written by any human is a super smash bros brawl fan fic.
Would you like to talk about Homestuck?
A lot of people are commenting this post with Homestuck related stuff.
Homestuck is calculated to have only a bit over about one million and no matter how much wiggle room you give it to claim it has more words it is no where near Subspace Emissary’s word count of 3,929,194 words as of now(September 1st, 2014).
Stop condemning female characters for having the exact same traits that your favorite male characters have.
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This man is an absolute genious, he is the true Punmaster
this will always be my favourite post on tumblr ever ok
"Those poor boys"
"She deserves to be punished too."
"I’m not saying I support rape, but-"
"Sorry to say - she deserved it."
"She put herself in harm’s way"
"But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape."
"She ruined their lives."
"Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’.."
"Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?"
"Boys will be boys!"
"She should know better than to drink at a party…"
feeling a bit grumpy today, but that’s okay; it’s alright to want to be alone for a while.
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
Radical Orpheus descends to the underworld.
he wrote eurydice power ballads with guitar solos so intense they made hades headbang
So is the person in the stairwell Charon gtfo of the way or something