Having a cat in winter time is very very dangerous they donāt warn you.
āItās cold.ā I knew that part. Iāve been through 27 āitās coldās in my life. āItās cold AND thereās a soft little cat asleep on my bed with meā? Dangerous. Absolutely dangerous. You will never ever get up again.
It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.
That is a bonkers assumption to make.
I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.
I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.
Dreamt of a tall husky butch that cuddled, kissed and sweet-talked me while I was having nightmares and said "this will help you" before grabbing my head by both sides and forcefully waking me up. I think that might've been a guardian angel or perhaps god