#but sometimes they just. hurt.

[nageki-the-friendly-ghost]

I do think platonic betrayal is a deeply underexplored and fascinating narrative

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[captainkirkk]

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[hinamie]

just looking at these hand poses was enough to give me carpal tunnel and that's how u know they're prime megu material

[lazylittledragon]

i feel like social media has warped people’s perception of conflict in relationships by making you think that any minor fuck up is the end of the world and everyone is secretly a narcissist manipulator with sinister motives, because actually in real life you just say “i’m sorry, that was a bad thing, i shouldn’t have done that” and the other person says “thank you for apologising” and then that’s the end of it

[fernsnailz]

sorry these kinds of comments have been really pissing me off recently lol

[bunnieswithknives]

Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.

[swordheld]

do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.

[theminecraftbee]

you know the excellent quadruple life fan comic has me thinking about double life again. and MAN. thinking about the soul bonds mechanically. like, before I get into my meta-analysis it’s worth noting that non-diagetically the soulbond mechanic being based on how many hearts someone has is basically the only way I can think to do it in minecraft that’s sensible, but diagetically…

so do you ever think about how the marker of what made people soulmates in double life was pain?

like, soulmates share injuries/pain! that’s the whole premise! like, to the point that day one people were making up elaborate ways to hurt themselves so they could test for their soulmates! you met your (very romantic-coded) partner and confirmed they were the person you were looking for by hitting each other, generally!

being a soulmate in the double life universe isn’t about being compatible, it’s about literally sharing pain, and it’s just… I think about how for some pairs, they share the burden between each other, and it brings them closer. for some pairs, though, the only way they know how to communicate is by hurting one another. and the thing is, this isn’t just a literal thing. like, mechanically, the thing soulmates do is share pain and communicate with pain, but metaphorically, can you say desert duo doesn’t have trouble communicating because half of how they know how to exist is either sharing in pain or causing it for each other? can you say that ranchers’ strength wasn’t a pair of people who understood each other’s pain and desperation to be better than they’ve been before? can you say that divorce quartet isn’t, well—

so pearl wins after scott hurts them one last time don’t you ever think about that,

[skeletoninthemelonland]

ref sheet that shows the extent of his injuries (he's in his pajamas)

[ryllen]

i wonder if such thing ever happens

[sunlit-mess]

I don't hold grudges, that anger feeds into self-loathing instead.

[redeemed-wren]

forever thinking about how in Dipper and Mabel vs the Future, Stan denies the kids the Shack as a party venue. Because sure, he has a semi valid excuse in the zombie uprising thing. And yes, doylist, the plot needs a reason for Mabel to end up at the highschool.

but it seemed odd to me. Because 1) it's a party! A party is a great time to get people into the Shack and maybe buy things, and there's always the option of an entry (or exit) fee. It seemed odd that Stan would pass up the opportunity to make some cash. And 2) by this point in the show, we know Stan is a huge softy. Zombie apocalypse or no, he'd do anything for those kids. Why would he deny them their birthday party?

And then I realized. Stan is operating under Ford's ultimatum at the end of TOTS. Stan expects to be thrown out after summer. Its not Stan's house anymore and he knows that--he can't let the kids throw a party there because it's Ford's house and he doesn't want to damage his brother's property. It also adds another layer to his "I'm going through some stuff" comment earlier in the episode (and more pain to the "at least you'll have your brother. Not everyone is so lucky" comment to Mabel).

Ever since Ford returns, Stan has in the back of his mind the idea that he will be homeless again at the end of summer. And I think that also influences him during Weirdmageddon and is partly why he's so reluctant to help Ford. Sure the world is ending and Ford is captured and Bill is winning. But Stan still has his home. And given a home isn't something he's always reliably had, no wonder he's so distraught about it being torn to pieces to make the Shacktron. No wonder he doesn't want to save Ford if it means he'll be out on the street again.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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