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we can argue about queer rep in media until the heat death of the universe (and we will!) but u gotta admit: when someone says ‘the gay pirate show’ or ‘the gay vampire show’ or ‘the cartoon with the girlfriends with magic powers’ and you have to say “which one?” it feels pretty good
Have we established to our satisfaction why Crowley seems to be the only demon without sores, slime, filth, or obvious animal aspects on his body even when he's in Hell?
It seems to me if you're on Earth for millennia there's going to be wear and tear. Angels, we all assume, can heal themselves. Fanon suggests (and canonical evidence seems to support) that demons can't. Or maybe, don't?
I love learning about other culture's Houseguest Protocols but I hate hate hate when they don't match up cause like
I (PNW Canadian, raised with etiquette from my old British great-grandparents) sleeping over: Can I help with dinner. Can I do the dishes. PLEASE let me do something useful. Im sorry I'm here. I can sleep on the floor it's fine. You don't need to cook for me I can go outside and drink pond water. Do you hate me
My friend (Indian, raised by entire extended family in Dubai) hosting me: Why won't you let me feed you. Do you need more coffee. Am I doing something wrong. Do you have enough blankets? I will buy you warmer clothes. Here, you can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch. Why are you crying? Oh God am I a bad host
I don’t go to cons to “have fun” or “attend panels”. I go to cons to wader the artist alley in a daze and emerge hours later missing $200. I go to cons to think “hmm I should get some food. But the line is too long right now” every five minutes into perpetuity. I go to cons to say “you look so cool” at people in cosplay and have them not to hear me even a little bit.
dating-type app but instead of matching for romance it connects writers/artists+ who don't want to do research with autistic people with the appropriate special interest
the reveal that gomens 2 is like a bridge season between two massive plots is so fucking funny
like part one: dozens of people in a literal race to stop armageddon fifteen minutes before it happens with heaven hell and humanity all battling it out with flaming swords and a kraken and brian cox as the personification of death.
part 2: we are forced to have A Conversation About Our Relationship after being yelled at by the lesbians across the street