I set these aside for you

women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)

my love language is unliking and re-liking a post that my mutuals reblogged because their tags are good and i want to acknowledge that

You fall in love with the small details about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms. It’s always the eyes. Eyes.

i NEED franchaela's season to be unapologetically queer. i need queer writers, queer directors and producers, queer artists, queer fashion, queer tropes. i need a soundtrack of janelle monae and chappell roan and queen and princess nokia and doechii and frank ocean and lady gaga and king princess and lil nas x and MUNA and sza and david bowie and megan thee stallion and greenday and tracy chapman and dope saint jude and hayley kiyoko and RAYE. it's a fantasy- blend queer ballroom culture with regency ballroom. highlight and show respect to queer love stories. be queer as fuck on main without any shame in the slightest and anyone who has a problem with it can kiss my gay ass. y'all have no idea how sat i am for their season and pairing.

Bridgerton fandom is so funny because they'll say, to paraphrase, things like "I wish Eloise would shut up about women's rights and allow other women to enjoy being cutesy and in love while suffering under patriarchal systems that taught them that's all they should desire. Like she's such a bitch for not wanting the same thing! Soon she'll end up married and having kids, that'll show her!" And I'm supposed to take you guys seriously when you complain about women not having rights (whether in the show or outside of it)? Please!

Anyone else with chronic pain ever get really absorbed in a project and dissociate from your body while you're working but then you finish and you come back to your body and you're just like AAAAAAAHHH! WHAT'S WRONG?? oh yeah. The horrors. Never mind

you ever miss someone so much you involuntarily fall onto your knees. yeah.

isn't it crazy that a woman being gender nonconforming literally just requires her to exist in her own body without making any changes whatsoever. why does the fact that i don't wear makeup and i don't shave and i don't wear a bra have to be some political act. why can't i just fucking exist

and if I said the reason the show will not allow eloise to have any other ending other than a socially acceptable heteronormative marriage which is happy solely because she's in ""love"" now is because to allow Eloise to be a spinster would threaten the audience's unquestioned belief that their lives are fundamentally happier because they are/will be in love, what then

i bring a "technically i could do this tomorrow" energy to things that tomorrow me really resents

truthfully ive never been super into enemies to lovers as a trope if only because it implies some kind of movement from one status to the other. i dont want the enemies to become lovers i want them to remain enemies while being weird and obsessive and gay about it. you cant take the enemies out of the equation okay thats the whole sauce to me.

i DON'T need them to kiss i need them to come to the sobering realisation that their souls are merged and no part of them is extricable from the other anymore