here's looking at you, kid

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

Bob Dylan there is still time to transition and take me as your controversially young wife. you don’t even have to transition you could just take me as your wife and I’ll start slipping estrogen in your food and you can pretend to not notice I’m doing it

they are not “gay little fingerless gloves”. they sre my normal sized fingerless gloves of undisclosed sexuality.

has anyone seen my pet bacteriophage its name is styrofoam and its about [hand touching the floor] this tall

uh i understand your knight kink post is engaging with the literary construct of the knight rather than the historical actually existing social role but you really failed to engage with the themes and tropes of late medieval grail literature

If you were really my friend you’d do this highly unethical experimental surgery on me