no, my dear; softly, knowing it was only the truth

Guy who never feels like his problems are “bad enough” to be taken seriously: what if I hurt the character so horrifically that everyone around them could not possibly deny the severity of their pain even if the character themself tries to downplay it.

Sourcing the photos as taken by Mark Ham on Instagram, according to one of the replies.

Happy Pride month to the moon

Happy Pride

Starting my speech at the Omelas city council with a child acknowledgement statement

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

while rewatching extended LOTR i kept having these horrifying flashes of it as a worse movie, just, like, if the decisions made had been even 30% more inclined towards repeatedly capturing the attention of or explaining concepts to a disinterested audience

Imagine you’re sitting with two of your bros and they’ve both just given you deer-in-the-headlights looks when you pointed out that it was brave of the obviously gay figure skater to come to Sochi, and the only reason they could be giving you those looks of course is because they just aren’t as up on social issues like this as you are, so because you’re a nice guy and a good ally you explain to them btw Russia is not safe for queer people to help them out so they don’t embarrass themselves in front of actual queer people some day. Then imagine a few years later one of them comes out as gay on the ice right in front of you and the world and you have to sit with the knowledge that you once straight-splained queerphobia to a gay man. You summon the courage to apologize to him for it and have a laugh over it and you walk away thinking phew that was embarrassing but at least I did what I had to do and he was cool about it and now I never have to retroactively cringe at myself about this again. Then imagine a few more years later the same thing happens with the OTHER guy 😭

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

I think perhaps the only way in which queer people have achieved true parity with straight people is that queer romantasy is just as bad.

not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore

the draw of arranged marriage AUs to me is really the way the dubcon of it all binds them together. neither of them have a choice in being here, something else is foisting this upon them whether that’s their parents or the political situation around them or expectation or something else, but the point is that they don’t get that one choice. so they have to make a choice somewhere else, that now that they’re here, they’re going to make it work. they’re each other’s only allies, in this cage built around them. they may have been coerced into swearing to stand by each other through anything, but they did swear.

it’s not love at first, or second, or third sight. it’s not love in the wedding bed the first time, whether they grit their teeth through it or decide together to forgo that binding step and try to get around it as long as they can. it’s about sharing a bed with a stranger while you learn their nightmares and how they hog the covers. it’s about sharing a name before you even know each other’s hobbies. the appearances you have to keep up, and the connection you find in both being exhausted by them, laughing together because isn’t it ridiculous how you not only have to be married but you have to act like it’s perfect and lovely for everyone else watching. it’s love that creeps up quiet and slow, between shared secrets that make your wedding bands mean something for the first time, and trying to protect each other from the trap you’re both in. and it’s about having the mortifying thought of “oh my god, i have a crush on my wife.”