oh fuck it, i'm not driving. put whipped cream on those strawberries.

Grace and Rocky watching a movie that involves a character having a wound cauterized. Grace is honestly surprised Rocky hasnt said anything or asked a question about the whole thing, (Grace was looking forward to explaining how the process is actually used in modern medicine) But that's cause Rocky is no longer paying attention to the movie and is now trying reallll hard not to have fantasies of cauterizing one of Grace's wounds with his own hands.

i do love grace and rocky forever on the other side of a barrier from each other, how the logistical difficulties of the barrier makes acts of intimacy more intentional than they would be for two people who can just touch each other casually like it's no big deal. but i also just think grace and rocky experimenting with the ways in which they can touch each other again is so interesting. the fact that even under the most carefully controlled experimental conditions, direct skin-to-carapace contact is gonna hurt and damage them both. even with an airtight gasket around one limb, the pressure and temperature differential is gonna hurt rocky. depending on how the minerals in rocky's carapace respond to oxygen exposure, that might damage him too. and depending on whether they go for a quick glancing touch or longer contact, grace is gonna get burnt. and maybe it's only damage in superficial ways that they can easily heal from, but it still hurts. i just love the idea of them both taking control of their bodily autonomy like that, playing jump rope with the concept of self harm. yes, this is damaging to me, but it's a small harm in service of a greater good, and i want it, and it's worth it. and also it's a sex thing.

there are a lot of female characters where you can say that lesbian sex would fix them but it's kind of even more fun when it wouldn't. like clearly she wants to be having it but it would make everything worse and ruin her life. and i would like to see it.

imagine never falling in love and spending your life wondering if you’re broken because you just don’t seem to have romantic or sexual feelings for anyone until suddenly you’re shot into space, meet a rock shaped alien, and are immediately plagued day and night by the overwhelming desire to crawl into his carapace and live there forever

The thing about the timeloop is that once you escape you have to question for the rest of your life whether you should have stayed in

And furthermore the thing about questioning the timeloop is that every day you wake up and you have those same doubts. The same thoughts run through your head, over and over, so constant in the unease they give you that the unchanging becomes a source of paradoxical comfort. Almost like...

ur actually a bad person and a terrible human being for shaving ur legs, is that what u wanna hear

ily lesbians who she/her mcr lead gerard way

whether or not men benefit from feminism has no bearing on whether feminism is worthwhile

put another way. i dont care about how men are impacted by feminism

already have people mad about this. okay here's another take. men should be feminists for no benefit.

for real tho it feels exhausting that ive seen this whole "woman should be allowed to abstain from X beauty standard" -> "i perform X beauty standard, am i evil? do you think im evil? please forgive me i came up with a dozen excuses 🥺" since like 2015 (and i know its been going on longer than that) like girl thats not the poiiiiint

look me in the eyes. repeat after me. "i face societal pressure to perform this beauty standard. i should not face that pressure. i conform to this standard. i am rewarded for performing to this standard. i need to respect women who do not perform this standard. this is not about whether or not i am a sinner for wearing makeup."