And Goodnight To My Long Distance Partner Who Just Told Me When He Prays Over His Food He Prays For Mine

I'm still thinking about I Saw the TV Glow and I'm sure I'll still be thinking about it for a long time.

In a world that constantly tells trans people what if you'll regret transitioning?, it's refreshing and incredibly important to have art that tells us what if you'll regret NOT transitioning?. And even more importantly, it tells us there is still time.

It's a haunting masterpiece.

Ok also I think the reason I Saw The TV Glow is so powerful (and everyone is making jokes like it got them to start hrt) even beyond its fundamental message of hope and There Is Still Time etc is because as a trans person there are so many people and medias that will ask you the question What If You're Faking It. What If It's Not Real. And ISTVG is the first media I've seen that asks What If You're Not? What if you're not and you keep going on like this?

And it gives that question a name and a physical presence and a weight and an aesthetic and a horror. It's like TV static. It's like falling asleep on the car ride home. It's like living with a light inside you crawling to get out. It's like suffocating to death. It follows that thought to its logical conclusion and, in a frankly extremely painful and hard-to-watch but deeply needed way, excruciatingly draws out what that looks like. Suspended animation. Stasis. A life that is not your life.

It says that choosing not to transition is still a choice.

Reblog if you're hoping 42 BC will be a fresh start.

dyinggg at this addition omgg !!!

man. the secret history has become so synonymous with dark academia that when u look through the tag its just knit sweaters and latte art. like please show me a text post about how fucking unhinged richard was for staying in a room with a Literal hole in the wall during the dead of winter and almost dying of hypothermia.

A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.

im only a man when im a grown ass man and im only a woman when god forbid women do anything

any time other than that? im a fucking Echidna

deeply pondering the moon-earth system

𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋

aroace punk. any pronouns all presentations chill guy named grandma. disaster sapphic girlemployee. platonic polycule with a shared fictional eldritch king boyfriend. butch lesbian boss mother. tits out makeup on grown adult baby son. drawtectives understands queer rep like nobody else.

born to be hand in unlovable hand forced to fall asleep on a ft call.

yeah i love a good battle couple but in the song of achilles when patroclus was on the battle field everyday just like "wow look at those guys' spears not hitting me, what a strange phenomenon, i'm surrounded by dead bodies and not doing anything about it, i'm the paragon of luck" and then realizing that achilles was doing this strategically and keeping everyone's attention away from his easy ass target of a bf.... that was some good shit.