#im a man i guess

[jalo-parker]

There's something oddly gender affirming about shaving your scraggly pathetic excuse of a beard off in the bathroom mirror while wearing nothing but your boxers and listening to your playlist with a bunch of metal songs and then like 5 romancey cheesy ones (laufey the beloved) (there's also a couple not by laufey but whatever)

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[rapidhighway]

the thing that caused me so much grief last night but now i feel better about it fdnghgdfggd

[hinamie]

03/20

hbd itadori yuuji the mc of all time!!!!!!

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[clearlydusty]

gamer lingo

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

“Percy fell first” “annabeth fell first”

they fell in love at the same time, but annabeth knew right away that she was done for, whereas percy woke up 2 years later like “damn that’s what that is…”

[iinryer]

9-1-1 is the show of missed opportunities man. why have hen and eddie never talked about getting shot. why have ravi and buck never talked about childhood cancer. why have chimney and buck never talked about being the the unfavored son. or about literally being dead. why did eddie and henren never talk about having your kid taken away. why have buck and hen never talked about coming out. why have maddie and eddie never talked about running. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GOOD PARALLELS THAT NEVER GET TAPPED!!!

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

You know, I have a hard time believing Ford liked Fidds that much when they first met.

This started off as: haha Stanford "Grammer, Stanley" Pines would have had an aneurysm meeting Fiddleford and then it spiraled out of control.

The last ones based off that one daredevil comic btw. (I saw it and I thought of them)

[lapdogchase]

if you ever think "why bother posting my spotify wrapped/apple music replay nobody really cares anyway" think of ME. I CARE. i love that shit i love seeing what music people like and how many minutes they listened to music etc. PLEASE post them i love it i love ittttt it's like a holiday for me

[just-your-average-tangerine]

The line between binary and nonbinary trans people is nowhere near as clean as some of yall think it is

[ruushes]

the people have spoken... karlach reclass in progress

[klance-daydreams]

PLEASE read where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers!!! you will actually just never be the same. like ever.

[generichoneydew]

Getting back into my Pokémon BW/B2W2 hyperfixation for the first time in years. I will explode.

60/104

[xxplastic-cubexx]

beautiful woman gets another beautiful skin more at 4

[dreamdripdistance]

good evening sifloop nation