boongo, baby

well if there's no girls in it then it automatically sucks shit okays?

Speaking of books it's been a while since I've seen one of these posts going around & I'm curious so everyone could you tell me what you are reading rn in the tags please

re: that recent post an interesting thing about being an any pronouns user is that most cishet people will hear that and immediately go "oh thank god I can just call you the normal girl pronouns" and many queer people will go "okay got it I'll use they/them and apologize if I ever fuck up and use a different one" and it's like. okay. you're actually both kind of whiffing it in different ways.

worst part of anxiety/ocd is that sometimes your fears actually do happen and you have to wag your finger at i like this still doesn't prove you're right asshole. it's like having a venom symbiote except you don't even get to have gay alien sex

Maxwell tries to justify saving Torse and Monty interrupts. Just say he’s your friend. It’s because Max comes from a toxic family. Everything he does and wants has to be justified to prove it has value. But he’s left the family that doesn’t value sentiment and connection and found one that does. He’s found a family that values friendship for friendship’s sake, a family that loves unabashedly. Monty values friendship so highly that after years of estrangement and anger Monty went to save Comfrey. His anger is rooted in love and a sense of betrayal that Comfrey doesn’t have the same mutual respect for friendship. Torse being Maxwell’s friend is enough. Everything else is secondary. They can hash it out once they’re all safe. Comfrey being Monty’s friend is enough. Everything else is secondary. They can hash it out once they’re all safe. That’s why it was important that it was Monty who says it.

My most ardent belief about Maxwell Gotch’s sexuality is that IF he were ever romantically interested in someone it would present so horrifically unromantic. There’s no passion or grand love confession or brimming unspoken tension. This man is a freak in the sheets but a buttoned up awkward Victorian in the streets. He actively enjoys being made fun of. His love language is negging the object of his affections until they insult him back or punch him in the face. There is something Wrong with him. If he had a crush he wouldn’t even realize it, but he would inexplicably steal their pencil or something for attention like a middle school girl. He is not a romantic hero, he is a low status loser who has never fully identified an emotion he’s felt beyond ‘I hate my dad.’ Him being in love would be deeply embarrassing for all parties involved.

normalise saying ''what the fuck is wrong with you'' to mean people

stop making this post cute. it's blunt and violent. it's about humiliating needlessly cruel people not about bickering with loved ones.

In my opinion it's a lot more healthy to be able to own that you dislike someone for petty reasons than to do all kinds of mental gymnastics to make everyone you don't really vibe with out to be a bad person actually