#to whom it may concern

[halcyon-deluxe]

[megaerakles]

To Whom It May Concern

Tim couldn’t stay. 

No matter what Bruce had said when he caught Tim in the act of laying the paper trail to establish his Fake Uncle, no matter how long Dick had sobbed into the phone at him during an inordinately expensive long distance (read: off planet) phone call, no matter how much Alfred had been fussing over him and insisting it was no trouble at all to care for him since Tim’s scheme had been revealed and promptly foiled, it just didn’t change the fact that Tim couldn’t stay. Truthfully, the Wayne family’s apparent sudden burst of affection for him actually made this whole thing worse because somewhere along the way, without even trying, Tim had failed to keep things wholly professional between them and somehow tricked them into thinking he belonged in their family! 

He couldn’t let it stand. For the sake of Jason’s memory, for the sake of preserving the sanctity of the true Wayne family, he had to stop this… this absurdity of pretending that Tim belonged with them from continuing! Tim had to run. Tim had to vanish. It was the only way to make things right again. Sure, the thought of never seeing any of them again, the thought of being done with Bruce and Alfred and Dick and Barbara and everyone in his life he currently held dear once and for all made it feel as though his heart was being ripped out of his chest only to be shoved back down his throat to stop the flow of air into his body—but it didn’t matter. He didn’t matter, not nearly as much as they did. This would be for their own good. 

Tim was leaving, and it turned out to be easier than he thought it would be in the end. Not emotionally easier, but logistically easier. Bruce had been extra attentive lately, so he thought he’d have to fake an injury and get ‘benched’ so that they would lower their guard long enough for him to slip away. But by some divine stroke of luck, a new player had waltzed onto Gotham’s criminal scene not too long after Tim’s Fake Uncle plan fell through and started making threats against Batman and Robin. They had apparently freaked B out enough to prompt him to send Tim off to Titan’s Tower to ‘focus on his team for awhile’. Tim had accepted the command with the requisite amount of complaint, planted some fake texts to make it look like he’d actually communicated to his Team that he would be there, shoved everything from his guest room in the Manor that he couldn’t bear to part with into a duffel bag underneath a spare uniform, gave Bruce what only he knew was a more emotionally charged nod goodbye than usual, and then poof. Tim Drake was zapped out of the Batcave for the last time ever. 

He let himself have one night in the Tower. Partly to catch a few hours of sleep in a familiar and secure environment, but mostly so he could clean up his room for its next occupant, sweep his belongings and his person for any extra trackers, and repack his bag more efficiently. He also took the time to grab a spare backpack and fill it up with emergency rations. While he was taking plenty of cash, he didn’t want to risk having to go into stores with security cameras for a while, at least until he’d cleared a suitable distance from San Francisco proper as well as implemented the first of his many planned disguises. He didn’t think a bottle of cheap hair dye and some colored contacts would be enough to fool Oracle indefinitely, but if he was appropriately cautious it might keep her from getting a confirmation of his location long enough for the Bats to either get bored looking for him or to actually realize they were better off without him around. 

When the early rays of dawn started to bathe the sides of Titan’s Tower in ember colored light, he was off. He left behind seven trackers pulled from his clothes and bag and one more from behind his ear; he’d kept the one he noticed in his favorite pair of sneakers because it was a type that wouldn’t start transmitting data until the Bats actively started tracking it and he was hoping to find someone who wore his size at the bus station he could pay to wear them so he could throw them off for even longer. If all else failed, he would just toss them in an out of the way trash can. He had also left a letter of resignation for Batman that he’d whipped up based off of an online template, signed and sealed and awaiting discovery atop the pillow in his nearly empty dorm room (he had tried for something more personal, a longer note of explanation for Bruce about why he couldn’t stay despite being asked, but—the words just wouldn’t come, and he’d been running out of time). His bag was heavy, courtesy of all of the extra supplies he’d grabbed in anticipation of having to evade not only Batman’s team but the rest of the Justice League. His heart was heavy, courtesy of emotional baggage that he wished was as easy to unpack as his actual bags would be when he finally found somewhere to settle. 

He boarded the first bus he saw after he’d gone a few blocks and took a seat towards the back, where he leaned against the window and stared back at the iconic giant T that he used to belong in, however briefly, until it disappeared from sight. And just like that, Tim Drake’s life as Robin was over. 

—

To Whom It May Concern:

This letter is to formally notify you that I’m resigning as Robin in Gotham City, effective immediately. 

Thank you so much for the opportunity to work with you all for the past three years. I’ve enjoyed getting to know the team and appreciated the opportunity to learn about vigilantism and hone my detective skills. I’m excited to take these skills with me as I pursue the next step of my career.

During the past two weeks, I have done everything possible to wrap up any ongoing cases and leave no unfinished business. The Robin suit as well as my spare have been cleaned and placed in the armory of Titan’s Tower along with any gear I have been issued. 

I wish Batman and team the best, but am afraid I will be out of contact for the foreseeable future. 

Sincerely, 

T. J. Drake

—

Red Hood stalked into Titan’s Tower with all the grace of a wildcat closing in on its prey, his vicious smirk hidden by his helmet, his unauthorized entrance hidden by virtue of the heroes’ own stupidity in failing to remove his codes from the database. Seriously—he’d thought gaining entry into their so-called fortress would be the hardest part of this little trip, and had only tried his access codes for the sake of checking the most stupidly obvious Plan A off his list! For them to work, to realize that there was nothing truly separating the precious sidekicks from the wrath of a vengeance minded crime lord, well… it sure made the message he was about to send feel all the more poignant. 

He had come equipped to subdue an entire horde of Teeny Titans without hurting them (much), but to his surprise, the tower was empty of kid sidekicks despite Robin having been sent to work with his team yesterday afternoon, a fact Jason had gleaned last night from listening to the mind numbing chatter of Nightwing being bored on a stakeout and wanting to chat with anyone over the comms Jason had hacked into. Which he’d done in order to better plan his aggressive takeover of Crime Alley, not because he missed hearing his family’s voices. Nope. 

(Since coming back to Gotham, it had been more difficult than he anticipated to stick to the plan when some part of his mind still stubbornly clung to those foolish, childhood dreams of belonging and family and a father who gave a shit and things like that, and kept popping up with annoying questions like ‘what if he revealed his identity to Dick or Alfred or someone just to see if maybe Talia had been right and they’d want him back after all. Clearly, the existence of a new Robin meant that they’d never really given a damn about him, so he was going to go through with this thing, just watch him.)

Truly this had to be fate, because the path to Robin was practically unfolding before him with no barriers. All that was left to do was find where in this gigantic clubhouse the itty little birdie was nesting. Jason tried the common room first. Then the kitchen. Then the rec room. And then the training floor. And the med bay. And then the armory, where he found Robin’s suit, but no actual Robin. He supposed the next place to check would be Robin’s bedroom, because even though it was well past eleven, Drake was a teenager and could conceivably be sleeping in, especially since there was no Alfred around to rouse him at a reasonable hour. Luckily, the doors on the floor with sleeping quarters were all clearly marked with either the name or symbol of the person it belonged to, so it was easy enough to find the one with that all too familiar stylized ‘R’. Jason paused to take a steadying breath before gritting his teeth and deciding to really make an entrance by kicking down the door. 

…To an empty bedroom. Like, not just devoid of Tim Drake, but also devoid of books, trinkets, photos, decoration, clothes, dishes, mess, et cetera, et cetera. It looked as clean and sterile as a hotel room, and if Jason hadn’t literally just seen Robin’s insignia on the door he would think he’d entered an unassigned room by mistake. He frowned and yanked off his helmet, as if looking with his own two eyes would suddenly change the scene, but no. Nothing. He strode into the room and yanked open the closet—empty. He walked over to the desk and yanked open the top drawer—empty. He yanked open the bottom drawer, and mostly empty except for—wait, was that a pile of deactivated Bat trackers? Fucking bizarre. When he stood up, he glanced around again, and this time something on the bed caught his eye. It had been easy to miss against the white pillowcase, but there was an envelope tucked up against the pillow. With a scowl, he stalked over and grabbed it. 

When Jason flipped it over, he noted that it was addressed to Batman, but decided that since he was a crime lord now he didn’t have to care about something as trivial as opening someone else’s mail. He didn't want to take off his gloves and risk leaving prints on anything, so he pulled out a dagger and used it to slice open the envelope. As he flipped it over to dump its contents on the desk, he had the fleeting thought that he probably should have put back on his mask in case this had been some villain’s ploy to poison Batman, but luckily all that fell out was a single sheet of printer paper folded into thirds. 

This he was careful not to damage as he unfolded it. It wasn’t a long note, just a few small paragraphs, so it was quick enough to read: To whom it may concern. This letter is to formally notify you that I’m resigning as Robin in Gotham City, effective immediately… 

Jason dropped the letter and took a step back, staring at the innocuous piece of paper with wide eyes and racing thoughts. Robin had—Drake wasn’t—Timothy—the kid, he was quitting? Leaving? Gone? 

It could be a trap. It probably was a trap. Except Robin shouldn’t have had any way of knowing Red Hood would be able to track him all the way to Titan’s Tower so why would he have set a trap for him in the first place? A trap for someone else, then? If it was, it was really, really stupid of him because the kid had signed his resignation letter from Robin with his actual name, and surely he wouldn’t have made it this far if he were that careless with his identity. So, it was either a very bad trap, or not a trap at all. And if it was not a trap at all, then… 

Then Robin had… resigned. Which, ok, Jason’s stated goal coming into this thing was to get Tim Drake to stop being Robin. So he should be happy about this, right? Except he’d not gotten to toss the kid around and work out his aggression at all so there was no satisfaction in it. Also, the timing was fucking obnoxious. Go figure that the very day he decides to do something about his replacement, the kid decides to peace out of the Gotham vigilante scene and… and go… 

… Somewhere. Jason had no idea where Tim Drake would go if he were no longer Robin. Given how he’d waited until he was alone and then left the note to be found on the other side of the country, Jason had a sneaking suspicion that returning to Gotham was currently off the table. The letter had said he would be ‘out of contact’ for the foreseeable future; Jason could read between the lines enough to figure out that meant he was running away. 

—Which, fuck. Another Robin was running away from Batman because of… well, Jason didn’t know what this kid’s issue with B was, but there were plenty of potential flaws in the man to choose from so Jason was going to play it safe and assume it was something Bruce did. Clearly, the man could never learn. And now, this poor dumb Robin was going to pay the price! Jason was more than familiar with the number of horrors that awaited kids who ended up on their own. He could starve; he could freeze to death; he could catch some disease like the flu, or get cut on a rusty nail and get tetanus, and then die from it because he couldn’t access medical treatment. He could get mugged, or harassed by cops, or snatched up by traffickers, or—

And fine; Jason himself had meant to hurt him. But that had been for ideological purposes, to prove a point about putting children in danger and not taking good enough care of them and stuff. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt him that badly, just bad enough to freak out Bruce a bit. But Jason was also the Red Hood, and the Red Hood’s mission was to do what was necessary to stop awful shit from happening to vulnerable kids. And this stupid, stupid letter was apparently enough to abruptly transfer Timothy Drake into that category in his head. 

Everything Jason had heard about the kid said he was smart, and the timing of his disappearance pointed to some thoughtful planning on his part. Jason could imagine that the little shit had some sort of plan in place to evade Batman’s attempts to locate him, and he probably could manage to run without getting caught by Bruce and the Gotham team for a while. Heck, the kid probably had strategies to get away from most if not all of the Justice League members, since B was sure to call in favors once he got frantic enough about the little bird. But one thing the kid likely did not plan for was being pursued by him. Ex-Robin, currently a crime lord, League of Assassins connections, and a bone to pick with Timothy specifically? (He ran away from home and left a fucking resignation letter about it? Does he not realize what that would do to Dick, to Alfred, to Bruce—)

After stuffing the letter into his pocket, Jason put back on his helmet and stalked out of Titans Tower as silently as he’d arrived, this time with a new yet equally furious purpose sharpening his steps. Sucked to be Timothy Drake, he thought, because the Red Hood got his message and he was officially concerned. 

[luxtoony]

You guys have no idea how much they mean to me.

I love these disasters so freaking much.

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[aeraspais]

I really love the way you do deep dives and meta about the characters and the show so I was really wondering why do you think they will make Eddie realize he's gay and not bi. For me the hints that point towards gay Eddie are very obvious but I've noticed a sector of the Buddie fandom refuses to accept this fact because apparently it will be a disservice to Shannon and Eddie's love for her (I'm not sure how) and that's why Eddie has to be bi. What are your thoughts on this?

I'm sorry if this is a dumb question but I'd love to hear your take on this.

You’re okay, this isn’t a dumb question and you shouldn’t talk about yourself this way. I’m in full agreement. Eddie’s sexuality struggle has been shaped around his failure to relate romantically to his female love interests. He feels unsettled in his relationships but throughout both Ana and Marisol arcs, Eddie expresses that he’s willing to stay with them since they offer something (companionship for himself, blooming friendship and compatibility for Christopher) that’s worth keeping. He dates to repair the nuclear family structure he lost after Shannon left then later died all those years ago. For these reasons, I get frustrated when those sectors elevate Shannon far above her narrative weigh. It isn’t “disservice” when there are hints place throughout season two that she and Eddie weren’t proper fits even when we ignore that she’d walked out on him and Christopher, and it’s a very much still lived reality for gay men and lesbians worldwide. We live in a heteronormative society, where for many being gay isn’t opinion they never considered for practicality or safety reasons. We are watching Eddie go this himself, and it’s baffling that these fan sectors refuse empathize and instead restructure his storyline to fit their limited ideas. In season two, he only takes Shannon back after a brief talk with Buck (there Eddie goes, needing a pep talk in order to be emotionally “intimate” with a woman while he finds offering that level of honesty to Buck as easy as breathing and this was pre-tsunami!) — and his primary motivation: Christopher can have a mother again. So every action Eddie takes circles back to the preservation of the nuclear family, which is the strongest symbol of his crisis. While he loves Shannon and will always love her for she gave him Christopher, he has never loved her and we have witnessed him connect her to motherhood more often than romantic love. I’m still obsessed with the brief season six scene where he’d looked at a photo of them together and immediately called his own mother. It says a lot about his internal state, even more so than when he told Bobby he loved being married to Shannon and again, not Shannon herself. To me, this is why the Vertigo arc works so well. For a brief moment Eddie's mask slipped with Kim and he was close to revealing the truth to himself for the very first time: he never knew romantic love with Shannon, it’s a performance he has spent years perfecting and it finally cracked under the pressure of Evan Buckley.

[ds-90210]

Garak: I like to start all my reports with ‘To whom it will concern’.

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted December 22, 1777,

To whom it may concern,

I must admit, I've been reluctant to send such sensitive information, but one of your agents (724) convinced me that it could potentially turn the tide in this war. He told me that the Continen.tal Army is suffering in Vall.ey Forge through this wretched Winter, so assuming the bulk doesn't starve or freeze to death, perhaps I could be of some assistance...

For my own safety, I will not be revealing my name, but there are a few helpful coded words your agent passed on that could be of use -- so I will simply refer to myself using that. What I will tell you is that I work in the household of General Hen.ry Clin.ton, who returned from London to New York in July. My position permits me to discreetly gather information our good general may write in his missives or speak to his confidantes.

If you believe this to be of use, please respond promptly.

Merry Christ.mas and a Happy Ne.w Year, 355

[blmpff]

📢 HEADS UP GERMAN AND EUROPEAN I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR FANS

!!! ETA: THEY WILL SHOW MY STAND-IN SPOILER VIDEO AT THE EVENT !!!

12.02.24

[roksikever]

Man, that Halsin romance snippet from the last Panel from Hell was a lot

[beautifullymacabre]

your dandelion seed found me today

and for a moment, i held your wish in my hands

for a moment your dreams rested on these pages

i released it back into the breeze

may it carry all your hopes back to you in its arms

and may it bring you my love with it

[lisamariepresleyforever]

"I wrote that to relieve myself of something I saw on TV about him, on the E! True Hollywood Story. It actually did me in, emotionally, for days. What made me angry was the interviews with the motherfuckers who hung around him. These idiots were so disgusting--they helped him go down and were actually worse than he was. It infuriated me. They were trying to take away his dignity, the one thing that was most important to him. And I needed to strike back at that. I happened to be going to the studio, and I got the melody in my head and started to cry."

Lisa Marie speaking to Playboy about her song Nobody Noticed It, 2003.

[topsurgerystuff]

Now, I will expound upon the scary things. These are things that happened after top surgery that spooked me.

All of these things ended up being harmless, I just wasn’t told they would happen and couldn’t find any info about them so they scared me shitless. My intention here is to save others from similar needless panic. This is not medical advice, just a description of my experience. Well some of it is advice, but keep in mind that I’m fucking stupid and I don’t know shit. Also, Never for one second have I regretted this surgery. The only thing I miss about my tits is being able to grope them whenever I wanted.

Okay so first of all there was the bruises. Blood from the surgery had pooled in my love handles and all over my thighs under my skin and made these HUGE bruises, right, and they didn’t hurt but they were large and had funky colors and I thought “What if the blood rots under my skin”. I googled it, I asked all my friends, I tried to reach my doctors but it was the weekend so they didn’t answer so I went to urgent care and the doctor there was like “I dont know…. That’s scary….” So I was freaking out and decided I would simply wait for death to claim me. It was fine. When I finally got ahold of the doctor she said she’s never seen it before but to just watch it and tell her if it gets bigger. My body slurped that shit back up in a couple weeks, totally harmlessly. Why haven’t surgeons ever seen shit like that before? Probably because nobody’s ever freaked out about it enough to mention it to them. Either way, it was fine.

Secondly, when I had those drains in me, that was spooky because I thought “What if they get yanked out and tear up my shit” and I couldn’t take off the bandage too see or nothing but when I did eventually take them off, I saw that there are stitches around the pipes but not like holding them in you, just there to make sure the holes they put in you stay the same size they are. So if they get pulled out you don’t get seriously damaged, you just call them up and say yo can you put this shit back in me pls. There will also be little meat chunks coming through your tubes with your soup and the soup will be mildly funky smelling. That’s normal. I was told to tell them if there was like CRAZY amounts of meat or if the soup smelled absolutely nasty. Also the bolster things they put on your nips are attached directly to your nips and nothing else, so if you feel shit sliding around under your bandage, that’s the bandage sliding, not the bolsters. They didn’t tell me that so I thought I was gonna wake up with one on my back or something and not be able to put it back where it was. And they make it so it’ll be nice and slippery in there the whole time so don’t worry about the bolsters getting ripped off, there’s not enough friction in there to do that.

There was also the hydrocodone they gave me. For me, the incisions didn’t hardly hurt at all even immediately after surgery but they prescribed me hydrocodone so I took it, and I assumed I wasn’t hurting because of the drugs and that if I stopped taking them I would hurt a LOT. So here I am taking opioids and I’m so fucking dizzy and I’m violently throwing up for two days. I texted my doctor and begged to stop taking it because I thought I would get in trouble or something if I stopped without asking and she’s like “Yeah, you didn’t have to take it if you didn’t want to, its just there if you need something stronger” ohhhhhhhh well fuck me I guess. So I stopped taking it and it turns out I didn’t need pain meds at all because it barely hurts, it just feels like a really long paper cut.

Some other things, I popped a stitch in my armpit because when you first come home and your shits still all numbed up, you can’t feel it when you overstretch your arm so if you forget you’re not supposed to do that, you can pop a stitch. It got infected, I put some antibiotic on it, it took a long time to heal and it made the scar a little uglier but it didn’t cause anything crazy. I will say that my incisions go up into my armpits really far and it was real hard to keep them clean on account of all the sweat. My nipple grafts also had many tiny, shallow stitches and I thought “What if they fall out because they’re so shallow”. That’s normal. My dad said that’s how you do stitches for sensitive areas so they look pretty, and they do look pretty, and also they are supposed to fall out after a couple weeks, that is also normal. Just make sure they don’t fall out too soon I guess. Pretend you’re made of glass for the first 4 weeks, honestly.

Also, your nip has the little oil glands in it, right, and when you’re nip scabs over as it is supposed to, it will scab inside these oil pores and you’ll lose the whole rest of the scab and have these little leftover scraps, and you Must. Not. Pick them. Those pores in my nips are little craters now because I picked the scabs out of them. Every scab you pull off, even the ones that are thin and tiny and already hanging halfway off, is going to make your nip even uglier. You wont die but you will say “Ugh why did it do that”.

Also, my nip hole collects nasty shit in it that I have to clean out all the time and since I can’t feel anything in there I have the be VERY careful. Skin is actually very easy to puncture. And there’s like little caverns in there that also get stuff in them a lot so I still put antibiotic on my nips after I shower just in case? Not really sure if its infection or like dead skin… its been getting better over time at least. Sorry if that’s TMI but listen, somebody’s gotta talk about it.

Sometimes my scars, the main incisions, will get these little blackheads right in the middle of them or little pockets of infection, and I always pick at them and the scar tissue isn’t very strong so when you pick at things on your scar, you will break open all the blood vessels around it and have a big red spot and the scar tissue is such that you will not get the blackhead out anyway so just dont do that. Put some antibiotic on it. Honestly just put antibiotic on anything that looks sus. Antibiotic can solve anything.

Okay idk what else to say so end post goodbye.

[serene-ly]

For You Differ In

Nourishing the soul Wake up If you wish to be happy Appreciate silence Talk to your shadow Live, every day As authentic, "you" And stay close to Oxytocin Dopamine Serotonin Endorphin More than anything That's enough

Moreover Be addicted to Your inner child A child with dreams And stay thriving

[aeraspais]

I remember seeing someone say last season that RG “doesn’t understand” why people ship Buddie because he usually talks about their relationship in terms of emotional vulnerability rather than family with Chris and it’s like tbh I think that shows a better understanding than some Buddie fans? The family with Chris comes about BECAUSE of their emotional vulnerability and how quickly they settle into it! Wanting them to be together because of Chris is what Eddie has done with all of his female love interests on the show, Buck is different because it’s MORE than that. Which tbh I think was part of the point of the bachelor party and honestly maybe Chris “being out of town” in 705 bc as soon as Chris isn’t around, he runs from Marisol and towards Buck. In 704 Buck does express anxiety about Chris’s relationship to Tommy but it’s secondary to how he feels about Eddie’s relationship to Tommy. In a season where Eddie invites Buck to take on more of a parental role with Chris, we are also shown just how much they enjoy being together just the two of them (which is why things get awkward at the bachelor party when Tommy intrudes on their dynamic).

Chris being away for part of season 8 is also going to be part of that! Eddie’s is going to realise he wants Buck as he’s figuring himself out outside of fatherhood and that’s a GOOD thing. This show knows that staying together for the kids never works, it’s the entire point of Shannon and Eddie’s story! (which is also why I hate fics where they get together because Chris is like "haven't you realised Buck is my other dad?" like why doesn't Eddie try admitting he wants Buck to bend him over every surface in his house and then we'll get to "other dad") Sorry for the long message!

please don't ever, ever apologize for dropping such delicious, wonderful thoughts into my inbox! this is why I turned on anonymous messages on — I am always seeking this level of discussion, but I recognize that many online don't want their names attached for either privacy reasons or fears of retaliation. but yes, yes, yes, you completely nailed it, I love your mind. you're hinting at reasons why I consider buddie a conservative fanbase since so much of their enjoyment and analysis on why their relationship works focus so much on repairing the nuclear family structure in lieu of the deepening intimacy between the two men. like respectfully, Christopher is only one piece of the puzzle, of course your significant other should always love your child(ren), but this much fan consideration with Christopher's needs is partly why Eddie cannot see himself as anything other than a straight traditional Mexican-American.

but as you point out, the moment Christopher isn't in the picture, Eddie runs towards Buck and frankly other men. because part of the misunderstanding over 704 isn't even just about the slight of hand they pulled with Buck's feelings for Eddie, but also Eddie was nursing bit of a crush on Tommy too. we've never once seen Eddie behave as smitten with Shannon, Marisol or Ana as we did with the one scene where Eddie's just chatting on the TELEPHONE with Tommy. the anxiety Buck was feeling had so many dimensions, so many layers, because all parties are recognizing that there's some underlying romantic and sexual tension.

like I am so confident that my theory is correct, that so many in this fandom has had trouble understanding these seasons storylines because they only look at the ship through two lenses: what buddie can offer Buck and what it can offer Christopher, leaving Eddie's needs in the wind. meanwhile, the show is actually prioritizing Eddie.

[funforahermit]

that elton john comment exchange is actually haunting me

like why

i can't figure out whyyyyy he would single out this one comment and reply to it

and i don't even know what tone to read it in

i hope the fan is okay. their reply was wonderfully deescalating.

anyway i keep thinking it seems much more like rosie than him. if she has access to all his social media, which i think she does. and she has been very sensitive in the past when someone hints to her husband being gay coded, even jokingly. and no shade, honestly, if that's upsetting to her i'm not judging her for that. different people have different sore spots.

but that's just a theory, just me trying to make any kind of sense of it all.

[legogradstudent]

Submitting his final grades, the grad student awaits the inevitable arrival of undergrad emails contesting them.

[okaydays22]