#not to quote love simon but

[eddiewithcat]

why why whyyy are people theorizing / sort of hoping for the buckley parents to react badly to buck bringing tommy as his date / being bisexual?

they literally proved last season that that simply would not be the case.

when chim’s dad made that comment about how “raising a child with another man is unnatural” phillip was the first one to step in and say something!

as maddie said, “they’re not bad people, just bad parents” . i fully believe they will accept him. because honestly? we do not need anymore sad / traumatizing homophobia storylines. that’s not the only way people react.

and another thing- i feel like we should normalize not having to come out? if we don’t want to?

why can’t we just exist like everyone else? why do we always have to reintroduce ourselves as if we haven’t been the same person as before?

idk these are just my thoughts!

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from "Inseraparable: A Never Before Published Novel,"

[cinemaastimegoesby]

L'Amour à la mer (1965). dir. Guy Gilles

[thehopefulquotes]

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Simon Van Booy

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“You've got to learn to leave the table when love's no longer being served.” — Nina Simone

[super-marvel-dc]

Soldier 1, talking about Ghost: I heard he's horrible.

Soldier 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.

Soldier 1: Prob- wait, where's Y/N?

*Meanwhile, in the other room*

Y/N: Hold still!

Ghost: I had an itch!

Y/N, putting stickers on Ghosts mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.

Ghost: *Rolls his eyes but let's Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*

Y/N: *Puts a gold star on Ghost* there. Perfect, just like you.

Ghost, tearing up: Thank you.

[griefyards]

The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Brokeback Mountain (2005) // Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes // A Ghost Story (2017) // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Candy (2006) // Letters to Vera, Vladimir Nabokov.

[metamorphesque]

Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir

[asuna-elentroda]

Falling in love with a character feels like trying to catch sunlight my hands. It’s warm, it’s beautiful, it fills the spaces I didn’t know were empty and yet… it slips through my fingers every time. It doesn’t stop me from reaching, of course. How could it? They make me feel so alive! Their pain twists in my stomach, their voice lingers in my mind like a song I never want to stop playing. I hold them close in a way that’s both intimate and impossible, and it leaves me hollow in ways I can’t quite name.

Our hearts don’t know the difference. Truly, it doesn’t care that they’re nothing more than ink on paper or colored pixels on a screen. Love doesn’t require clarity to bloom, it only needs a spark. And anyway scientifically, the spark doesn’t know what’s real and what isn’t, right? Our brains are wired for connection, attachment, and it clings to the echoes of something that feels like love. To our minds, this is as real as the warmth of a hand, as real as the quiet of a shared moment. It lights up in the same places it would for someone flesh and bone and breathing beneath the touch of our fingertips

But that’s the tragedy of it, isn’t it? The love we feel is real, yet it has nowhere to go. We can’t reach them. We can’t hear their laugh in the room with us or feel their eyes meet ours in a way that says we are known. And so, we grieve. Quietly. Privately. The kind of grief that doesn’t know how to name itself because it’s not just loss. It’s an ache for something that never truly existed. It lingers, like perfume in an empty room. Knowing our heart is capable of such depth, even if it was never meant to be returned, is bittersweet. Perhaps that’s why it hurts so much, because it’s real for you and me, even when they never can be.

[eiraeths]

ghost: i think i was a bird in another life

soap: hm [deep in thought]

ghost: johnny?

soap: i think i was a dog that liked running into traffic and managed to get up fine every time it got hit

ghost: if you were a dog i’d get you neutered

soap: if you were a bird i’d lock you in a coal mine

[thoughtkick]

I am too tired and I miss you too much.

Simone de Beauvior

[tullipsink]

“The Duke and I”, Bridgerton

[brewed-pangolin]

In the mess hall:

Laswell: Choose your best sex song.

Price: 'Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe' by Barry White.

Gaz: 'Mr. Bombastic' by Shaggy.

Ghost: 'Yellow' by Coldplay.

Soap: '1812 Overture' by Tchaikovsky.

Price/Gaz/Ghost in unison: What?

Soap: What? The first fifteen minutes are all foreplay. That's the most important part.

[tanked-up]

A-Am I interrupting something…

“English Mactavish” STOP IT RN

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Clark: Hal, didn’t you make fun of Bruce for his bat-themed gear?

Hal: Yes, and?

Clark: So why do you have a Green Lantern-themed refrigerator?

John: That’s not a refrigerator. That’s B’ox, and he is a valued member of the Green Lantern Corps.

Clark: John, please. I expect this juvenile nonsense from Hal or Guy, but you too?

Hal: We’re not messing with you. B’ox has been part of the Corps longer than even Simon or Jessica. He helped defend Earth during the Sinestro Corps War!

B’ox: ㅁ

Clark: *surprised Pikachu face*

I like to think that B'ox language is like Grootspeak, he says ㅁ but it translates to multiple sentences

[perfectquote]

I think lots of nice things about you during the day, but I’m too tired to tell you them.

Simone de Beauvoir