Nora I just saw a whole ass TikTok about dnp being in a qpr. I can’t do this anymore
nobody will erase gay relationships more than internet users trying to be inclusive
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it's been pointed out on here before that a lot of terf arguments are actually rooted in sexist idealology that feminists fought and died to unnormalise decades ago and that's its own kettle of fish but one thing i also find very frustrating about this so called 'radical' feminism is that it's so... defeatist? like the moment you categorically label an entire section of society as Bad and Inherently Evil then there's also the implication that nothing can be done about it, and it completely takes all accountability away. saying all men are evil is just another way of saying boys will be boys. he raped her because he's a man. he hit her because he's a man. he didn't listen because he's a man - it's almost offensively oversimplified. there's no point trying to fix this issue in society because men are just Like That, okay! so now what? it's not like they're going anywhere, so you just accept that 50% of the population are evil and will forever treat you terribly and there's nothing to be done about it bc they're biologically predisposed to it? like is that fr the argument here? you're soooo radical for that
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I love every unhinged thing about Lestat's courtship of Louis. I love that for Lestat it was love at first sight. I love his fucked up way of flirting with Louis when they first meet, especially when remembering that at this point he could still hear Louis's thoughts so he knew Louis wanted to both kill him and fuck him. I love that he got himself invited to the poker game so he could see Louis. I love that he let Louis update his wardrobe and that he went making his house into a home for the two of them to live in. I love that to vampires human food tastes like paste but he still went out to eat with Louis and even sucked it up for the sake of going to the family dinner. I love the layered meaning behind him saying that Louis has a beautiful head, that he isn't just talking about the things Louis has shared with him, or the smarts that he has shown but also the innermost thoughts that his powers allow him to know. I love that from their first meeting he refers to Louis as his St. Louis. I love that this self-centered, attention-seeking bastard was happy to spend his nights listening to Louis talk about anything and everything. I love that moment where he reaches for Louis over the back of the couch before he moves away. I love the tenderness when he heals the bite marks on Louis neck. I love the way he looks at him, heart eyes full force even when others are around.
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I wonder if Evan ever said anything concerning about William to Henry; maybe not seeking help the way Michael would have, but like, in passing. A child innocently answering what they did today, and William's behavior is just a footnote in the story.
Elizabeth wouldn't have. She would have been trying too hard to be perfect.
I wonder if Henry did anything in terms of not letting William look after Henry's own kids or anything like that. Was he so far in denial and trust that he put them at risk, or were the Afton kids just not worth saving?
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ugh. some thoughts.
really been trying to find the joy in drawing/writing again and honestly it's been such a challenge. friends have told me it's most likely depression that's making it hard to feel motivated and tbh they're probably right.
hoping to get back into being creative in the way I Want to be at some point tho. I miss it. there's still so much with my stories and characters that I haven't been able to share or explain and I wish I knew how without it feeling like this daunting, impossible task.
I don't know when I'll get around to actually sharing art again (or writing, if ever). was hoping that I'd manage to get some of my mental and physical issues in check recently for just long enough to get back into the swing of being creative, but that hasn't seemed to work. everything feels bad, both artistically and physically. I'm struggling to keep up with the frantic pace at which my brain comes up with story concepts and intriguing character interactions, even tho everything in me wishes I could turn it into tangible artistic expression so I can get it out of my head and share it. it used to be easy. I don't know why it's not now.
I'm just . tired, I guess.
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