if we lived in a fair and just world we would be drowning in lesbian sport romances adapted for tv

i need to fuck hudson williams so bad it makes me look [remembers negative self talk is bad] earnestly sincere and open to the innumerable beauties of the world

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.

all you new fandom members need to QUIET DOWN oh my god you're going to get us KILLED. we're happy to have you but if you keep talking about BULLSHIT like PUBLISHING fanfic for MONEY, Anne Rice is going to come back from the dead to KILL US. looking at YOU, maurauders fans, heated rivalry fans, byler fans...out here giving out interviews to news channels SHUT UP. we're going to have to start setting off firecrackers to keep the rent down.

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking

i truly love that shane and ilya shares clothes like .5 seconds into the cottage. like they’re one day into living together and they’re already performing domesticitymaxxing truly no one does it like them fr

i wanna be so offline but unfortunately i love my mutuals and fanfiction

This is ‘Clinamen’, by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot (it’s an installation artwork). I got to see it in person and it’s stayed with me since.

This is probably like a water is wet thought but I love how the cottage sets up their TLG dynamic in such a concentrated way. Yes, we are good at sex with feelings. Yes, we are good at telling each other secrets. No, we can’t talk about the complex issues, the things that don’t have a concrete answer. Yes, we are friends and can laugh and play together. No, we don’t understand the depths of each other’s separate devotion. Yes, we will try to prove said devotion through big romantic gestures and confessions. Yes, we will give up pieces of ourselves because the alternative is Losing You.™️