joy is not made to be a crumb

"girl dinner" "boy kibble" can y'all just eat a meal gender neutrally

gender neutrients

just finished season 2 of being human uk and i cant stop thinking about mitchell and george because like. this man saves you. you're being beaten in an alley and you know they're going to kill you and he saves you. and he's the same as them except he's not anymore because he saved you. he's the same as them but he's not anymore because he's trying to be better he has been for years but he was just like them once. and he saves you because he stops them from killing you but he also saves you because when you ask him the question that's been rattling around your chest for two years, when you scream it out at that empty alleyway and the darkness and the man still standing there, what next, what next now that you've become this other thing, this other version of a person you never wanted, what next when your life has been stripped down to the barest traces, when you ask what next he answers. he saves you and he's a monster but he saves you and he's your best friend, the best friend you've maybe ever had. and he's a monster but you're a monster too and he doesn't treat you like you are. and when you cut your hand peeling carrots there's a moment where his eyes zero in on the blood trickling from your finger onto the cutting board and it's like he's someone else. and sometimes he comes home smelling like blood and you don't ask if it's really just from mopping up in emergency. and sometimes he comes home late with a dark look in his eye and tells you it's just been a bad day and you don't look too closely at his face when he says it. and sometimes people go missing and you see it on the news and you look at his face to see if it'll change when they show the picture. and sometimes people are found dead and bloody in dark corners of the city and the deaths are ruled another unsolved mystery and you know he knows something but you don't know how much. and sometimes you can feel it in you, you can feel the monster rearing it's ugly head as the moon's waxing face rises above you but when you get home he cracks a joke and orders pizza and turns on your show. and he's a monster but he saved you, he's a monster but he's your best friend, he's a monster but you need him so it's best you don't ask. if you don't know about it it didn't really happen. if you keep it tucked in the far edges of your peripheral vision you'll never have to look at it too closely. he's a monster but not if you don't know. and you love him. you love him. he gave you a life when you thought you'd never have one again and you love him. but he's a monster. and every time you remember that it's a reminder that you are too.

me seeing a take i disagree with and piously allowing it to pass (mostly) unremarked upon: I'm sort of like a modern day saint

honestly im not even waiting for that green light and i dont even want it