sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down
so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.
someone invents a recipe > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > (this continues indefinitely)
indiana jones/laura croft type action hero who goes around purposely freeing demonic forces from ancient tombs etc. not to unleash evil on the world or anything, but because it’s super unethical to keep demons imprisoned in solitary confinement for centuries.
The realtor also works with evil entities under the table. And thats why you have happy families moving into horror movie houses
psychic who runs a business wherein, for a small fee, spirits will haunt the homes of your enemies. this aligns nicely with the psychic's side charity, a rehousing service for displaced ghosts.