#idk I'm just Thinking

[sayheykid]

trying to figure out how to say this delicately. i do think that the pwhl is going to make some progress, and already the support for the league is showing how much of a market there is for women's sports even from a few years ago. but it's kind of been irking me to see so many posts that act like there has never been any arena for women's pro hockey before. like do you understand how many people — how many leagues!! — came before this to even make the pwhl a possibility. do you know how many people have fought tooth and nail for women's pro hockey for DECADES. i'm not saying don't support the league, but don't act like it's the perfect solution to a brand new issue

[tommyofspeed-a]

what if—and this is just a what if bc i’m still starting to consider— i end up moving tommy to a sideblog to my main blog ?

[biocrafthero]

Not to just like. Talk about the fact I likely have a personality disorder or anything but something that bothers me is how there are people out there who have stuff like BPD (like me) and NPD and other disorders who experience "stereotypical" symptoms. And because of the pushback against stereotypes (which is understandable!) we've ended up with the opposite effect where if the way your disorder manifests is too close to how neuroptypicals expect you to act then you're suddenly like, invalid or whatever. Idk man I think we should just accept the fact that there exist people who experience a disorder the "stereotypical" way and be accepting of those people instead of telling them "erm well mine doesn't work like that so obviously you're faking"

[frickerdoodledoo]

The struggle of being an aroace writer who loves reading and writing romance and love stories and shipping right up until the point where mouth kissing happens. Like I genuinely for the life of me cannot stand reading or writing kiss scenes. And it's not like I view it as an inherently sexual act, it's just that the concept and action of kissing someone on the mouth just seems so awkward to me.

[hehedoesntdrawhere]

wait so the "you are me" scene between mahito and yuji started to only make sense now because yuji's cursed technique is related to the soul as well?

[faithdeans]

hmmmmm..... kinda wanna make my qpr fic a series maybe idk

[bewitchingbaker]

[Definitely toying with the idea of none of the Lunas having kids due to a few deals with demons/entities. Could also play into why his mom moved to Chicago.]

[ihateleviack]

Thinking about how Lincoln Broadsheet said he worked in the newspaper industry for 25 years, and this game takes place in 2004 so he's worked since 1979. Idk how old he is, he looks 34 to me at the least.

He DID say that he likes music from the 60's - 70's, but idk if it means anything.

[hum--hallelujah]

wait so I can add MORE angst? 👀

[multi-lefaiye]

thinking about cudaas lately and how i wanna scale down the concept on some level i think. but like How

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

I just rewatched the Reservation Dogs episode where Elora's grandmother dies and it got me thinking abut the way spirits/ghosts are generally represented in a lot of the media I grew up watching, mostly made by and for Christian white people. The idea of spirits, as I know it, is based on the presumption that death is scary, unknown. A terror. That's what gives stories of haunting so much power.

None of the characters on Reservation Dogs react to spirits with fear. Sometimes they're exasperated with them, but mostly they bring them peace. Makes me think about that community in Indonesia (if I recall correctly) that keeps the bodies of their loved ones in their homes for weeks afterwards, taking care of them and continuing to treat them as part of the family. Grief remains, but the intimate relationship with death seems like it does away with so much of the fear of what comes after.

Seems like a much healthier way of thinking about death than cloaking it in this loaded ominous silence.

[plaidpyjamas]

changing my "x reader" fic blog from gender neutral reader to trans male reader knowing it's going to ruin my reach but doing it anyway cause the gremlin in my brain won't stop chanting WE HAVE TO GET MORE NICHE

[insistonyourcupofstars]

This may just be me overthinking, but I don't think Stregabor is responsible for the novices disappearing? It seems so obvious that it would be him, that I almost don't believe it. Also, the song playing in the background, "all is not, as it seems."

[xiaofiaan]

as much as i adore the city part of me needs a little, secluded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere like i need to breathe

[softichill]

The tiny fan from the charger powerblock near my bed sounds like crickets sometimes. There's poetry in that I think

[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.