I Already Knew All Of The Talking Points On An Intellectual Level But Actually Maining A Healer In The

Just typed out a stupidly detailed fanfic idea(at least in comparison to what I usually do) which is wonderful but also so so terrible because A) that would be so much to write and B) what if I don’t do it justice? It’s for characters that I’ve never really written for from media I haven’t consumed in ages. But ohhhhhhh the idea is there and it’s so good

So I’m not dead. Also I’m currently cooking up the longest thing I’ve ever written. I probably won’t post it until it’s fully complete cause if I post bits and pieces I’m so done bro. But like. I’m getting to work 😈

And then people are like “remember when you were going through That Thing?” Why no I didn’t realize I was going through That Thing why didn’t y’all tell me?

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

fascinated by how "dislocate" seems to be a word used almost exclusively to refer to the misalignment of bodies, or parts of the body, from their proper place. it's distinctly anatomical. you don't say "i dislocated my keys" for instance, even though that's technically a correct and coherent sentence.

He is so teenage girl coded! Literally giggling and kicking his feet!

✋😔

Deadpool and Wolverine is so so good y’all

I’ll have more to say on this matter later after my third watch

normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to not objectify them

and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Tom Sawyer but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men

“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own