#just kidding i love it

[hwntinguuu]

love that queer media can be different in every aspect but one thing is always the same: gay people can NEVER be fucking normal after breaking up. like can you guys not try to kill each other or keep confessing your love for each other in the most gut wrenching ways?? or both?? please??

[thelien-art]

Pretty lady, pretty lady Celebrian, who do you smile for?

[literary-chameleon]

"You idiot. We could have been... us" haunts me in my sleep. It stole my money. It killed my grandma. And it starved my dog.

[undulla]

Was thinking about what it must feel like perceiving the ICIP lyrics for Finns, so I translated the chorus and holy shit did I cringe:

"Cáklý je crazy, Pařba je party, No a život je life, Však víš. Je to crazy, je to party."

[hedonists]

Bad Omens be a little less dramatic and cryptic challenge

V.A.N who!?

[supernoverse-askblog]

Kane, do you know anyone by the name of feels?

"Oh man, Strix is going to love this."

"Kane, what did I tell you about the fourth wall?"

"To not touch it! But I didn't touch it. I broke it!"

"Wordplay is fair play, I suppose."

"Bonus diagnosed me as the smart one. What do you say to that?"

"Congratulations on your transition to insane homeless person."

"Livin' the dream!"

[apocketfullofpoesis]

it was very hard. you say that it was hard for you either. but it wasn't. there's a reason why it still bothers me. there's a reason why you shake it off. there's a reason why it stuck with me. there's a reason why it didn't with you. you were happy. i am not blaming. i just want you to accept it that you were, in fact happy. you were surviving with ease. you were in so much better condition. you had your friend circle. i didn't even have enemies left. you were happy. you were happy. you were happy. the only time you would get triggered was when you'd see me. your smile would drop as if i was a constant reminder of that rotten part of your life, who ruined your perfect school life single-handedly. you'd sigh when you'd look at me but that's the thing, you could still breathe. you could still process things. you could still walk like nothing happened.

i was like a dead corpse. i didn't know how to live without a person i had never imagined to be separated that early. i was a kid. this was the first time so many people had turned against me and your conscious absence made me feel like you were one of those people. this is the sole reason why i eventually gave up and forced myself to hate you. silly me, i had thought it would help me. hating you was tougher than loving you. you only tell me about the songs you'd listen in that "phase" or the movies you'd watched. did you ever apologize? not for everything that happened, but for being happy without me. did you? did you ever ask me what songs or movies I'd entertained myself with or was i even safe and sound enough to involve in those activities? my idea of entertainment was to make it to the end of the day without the thought of ending myself. did you ever have a little remorse when you told me, "I didn't miss you at all, she reminded me of you a lot," at my worst when this would be the last statement i would have needed in that emotional state? did you think it was a stable situation to crack a joke like that? but it wasn't a joke. you liked the attention she gave you. that's why you'd agreed to call her "babe" just because she had asked you to. i have never seen two "best" friends calling each other "babe." i pity her because you treated her better than you'd have treated me and still you didn't love her. she must be envious of me. she has no idea that she got away. she got free. i will always hate the person you were after whatever happened. that part of you will always stay with me like a leech sucking out my blood, after some of it is left being burnt in your name. i will never forget that and definitely never forgive you for who you were back then. all of my parts will always hate that part of you.

unsent messages.

[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.

[soldrawss]

I miss them I miss them so much I just wanna give them silly clothing and a fun childhood

[confusedcanadianabroad]

In my semi-regular self-induced heartbreak of rewatching Good Omens 2, it occurred to me that part of why Aziraphale wants Crowley to come back is because he remembers when Crowley was an angel and talking about what he would do if he were in charge.

“It’ll be like old times, only even nicer.”

He’s remembering that angel excitedly making nebulae and wanting a suggestion box. Like Maggie and Nina said, he still believes in magic.

You can call it short sighted, and he’s clearly not hearing Crowley and fully taking his feelings into account, but there’s at least some amount of logic to what Aziraphale is trying to do.

Okay, time to sob at the ending of episode 6

[heedra]

talking to preschoolers is awesome bc they have not fully differentiated stories into 'true stories' and 'imaginary stories' yet so you will tell them about something that happened you once (coyote came out of a bush right in front of you and got startled) and they will tell you about how one time their house was full of coyotes in every room 'including five in the garage' and they're not even like, aware i think of the idea that they are technically 'lying'. they are simply telling stories about coyotes bc its time to tell stories about coyotes.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What Vanessa was actually thinking during this FNAF scene

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[thelastevilregal]

@luciavein stop being funnier than me 😭😭

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[noodles-and-tea]

twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.

I reckon he teaches him math…

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

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