welcome to my island

read the warnings first, ofc, but everyone should go check out maidens by ashley finch on ao3. i've been completely unable to stop thinking about it in the weeks since reading. if you are at all interested in things like: men who are insecure in their masculinity engaging in fucked up little power plays about it + that quote about men creating intricate rituals to touch each other in a non-gay way + military hierarchy and hazing + dysphoria and repression + feminization (eroticized) + feminization (in a social commentary kinda way) + noncon (eroticized) + noncon (social commentary-wise, again) + navigating homosocial environments while trans and closeted... read it!!!

idk guys sometimes you just have to accept a ship dynamic is unhealthy, insane, and sometimes abusive. and its not real people so those factors just make it interesting

(post for two people) still thinking about brudick in provincetown. they go to the leather bar. they go whale watching. they go to the used bookstore and come out with several books of cape cod ghost stories (Bruce) and a history of rumrunning (Dick) and five volumes of yellowed gay erotica with titles like "hard: to take" (shared.) they eat a lot of ice cream and also a lot of lobster. Bruce makes noises about buying some weird sculptures made out of fishing line. people keep trying to give Dick poppers. on the beach Bruce is an enormous eye-searing caftan under an even more enormous umbrella and Dick is in the world's tiniest speedo yelling about how cold the water is and trying to lure Bruce in.

the sixth sorrow

mutually assured

I was drunk out of my ass last night and the light from the lamppost hitting the trees made me cry at like 3am and I woke up with almost 20 pics like this one

My favorite quirk of American English is that since we're constantly exaggerating, sometimes it's more intense to say something slightly less intense. Because like, it means you actually thought about it.

saying “biiiig streeeetchh” like i do with my kitties