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Bigotry
Is
Ingrained
In Society
Often less about hate
And more about ignorance
And to
Refuse
To turn
A critical eye
On things
Even things you like
Even things that you think have merit despite their flaws
Is to do
A disservice
To both the art you love
And the causes you claim to care about
NOT
EVERYTHING
IS
ABOUT
SEXISM
OR
RACISM
OR
LGBTQ-PHOBIA
AND
SOMETIMES
THINGS
ARE
JUST
THINGS
AND
YOU
DON’T
NEED
TO
TURN
EVERYTHING
INTO
ARGUMENTS
FOR
EQUAL
RIGHTS
The spider plant cringed as its owner brought forth the watering can. “I am a spider plant!” it cried indignantly. “How dare you water me before my time! Guards!” it called. “Guards!” Borin, its owner, placed the watering can on the table and looked at it. “You will be watered,” he said. "You do not dare to water me!" laughed the plant. "You will be watered," said Borin. "Do not water me!" wept the plant. "You will be watered," said Borin. I watched this exchange. Truly, I believed the plant would be watered. It was plant, and on Gor it had no rights. Perhaps on Earth, in its permissive society, which distorts the true roles of all beings, which forces both plant and waterer to go unhappy and constrained, which forbids the fulfillment of owner and houseplant, such might not happen. Perhaps there, it would not be watered. But it was on Gor now, and would undoubtedly feel its true place, that of houseplant. It was plant. It would be watered at will. Such is the way with plants. Borin picked up the watering can, and muchly watered the plant. The plant cried out. “No, Master! Do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. “Please, Master,” begged the plant, “do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. It was plant. It could be watered at will. The plant sobbed muchly as Borin laid down the watering can. It was not pleased. Too, it was wet. But this did not matter. It was plant. "You have been well watered," said Borin. "Yes," said the plant, "I have been well watered." Of course, it could be watered by its master at will. "I have watered you well," said Borin. "Yes, master," said the plant. "You have watered your plant well. I am plant, and as such I should be watered by my master." The cactus plant next to the spider plant shuddered. It attempted to cover its small form with its small arms and small needles. “I am plant,” it said wonderingly. “I am of Earth, but for the first time, I feel myself truly plantlike. On Earth, I w as able to control my watering. I often scorned those who would water me. But they were weak, and did not see my scorn for what it was, the weak attempt of a small plant to protect itself. Not one of the weak Earth waterers would dare to water a plant if it did not wish it. But on Gor,” it shuddered, “on Gor it is different. Here, those who wish to water will water their plants as they wish. But strangely, I feel myself most plantlike when I am at the mercy of a strong Gorean master, who may water me as he pleases.” "I will now water you," said Borin, the cactus’s Gorean master. The cactus did not resist being watered. Perhaps it was realizing that such watering was its master’s to control. Too, perhaps it knew that this master was far superior to those of Earth, who would not water it if it did not wish to be watered. The cactus’s watering had been finished. The spider plant looked at it. "I have been well watered," it said. "I, too, have been well watered," said the cactus. "My master has watered me well," said the spider plant. "My master, too, has watered me well," said the cactus. "I am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch," said the spider plant. "I, too, am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch," said the cactus. "I wish you well," said the spider plant. "I, too, wish you well," said the cactus. "Tal," said the spider plant. "Tal, too," said the cactus. I did not think that the spider plant would object to being watered by its master again. For it realized that it was plant, and that here, unlike on Earth, it was likely to be owned and watered by many masters.
someone asked what the single worst fantasy setting is (via ramielfucker)
a gaulish gigolo named Soukindix
Macklemore
Mackerless
why
why am i getting a sudden influx of followers gosh DARN it
"who's got the laser pointer now, bitches"
ok I am breaking my promise but just because
what the fuck
moonfire is the spell that looks like an orbital laser cannon
this allows you to play as a laser cat
I thought somebody cracked the code to, like, fireballs and flying carpets and FLIPENDOOOOOOOOO and shit. Serves me right for getting excited.
who are you talking about + why are you posting weird blurry gray gradients, dude
snow is great because you know what it means when it snows
you know who’s nearby
It's either that or maybe the swords post making the rounds again
I think I somehow got an influx of followers by accidentally offending someone I respect???
I dont use this blog my butt
LIKING THINGS DOESN’T COUNT, I ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY BLOG ON MY OTHER BLOG. JEEZ YOU GUYS.
I’m reblogging this because I’m angry at it and feel like spiting the people who follow my mainblog, misery loves company and what not
also the image is actually so big it’s spilling out of the post-make-box and it was autoscrolling me down for a while? the hell
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hahaha i just realized that every time I change my actual blog's name I completely fuck up tagged mentions of me
this is my vengeance for following my main blog, suckers
I'm going to follow this one instead of your actual one. Cop that mate.
I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS.
alright, who's the wise guy who made one of my old posts popular