𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔰

Amen to THAT.

There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.

Well, no.

Allllllrighty then. Clearly you’re dumb as a hammer, and I am too. LOL!

This will protect us.

Urk

Quite the unsafe road, that second one. Really

summer really is like. this iced coffee is all that's standing between me and incredible violence.

I like summer! Give it a fair shot. I just don’t like the bugs. Or the heat. Or the schools being out, giving all the twerps nothing to do. Or the mediocre flood of films hitting the cinema to cash in on those kids and their pocket change. Or the rotation of some of my favorite products as SaveWay and Giant. Or the pool parties that always go on down the street. Or the block parties that I was NOT invited to as a child, despite living on the block. Any idea what that does to someone’s head. It’s not good. It actually makes me a little peeved thinking back on it. Why were they being so rude to an eight year old? I never did anything to them! There’s not even a punchline here, it’s really cruel, thinking back. Aaaaand now I’m sad again. Getting a drink.

heart: randomly starts beating faster me: what is it what do you see

50s bitches will see a movie called something like "The Giant Evil Bug From Jupiter" and have nightmares about it for weeks

I want a relationship like this. I’m happy being either party.

I think this is from gay porn, and they’re talking about a pickle.

How about you reblog to give Mung more followers so he doesn’t get squashed? EEP!

offense fully intended but way too many people on this site think activism starts and ends with watching the right media and liking the right characters

Activism is the people we’re boycotting because they treated their workers like garbage, right? Don’t be like them: and you’re right. It doesn’t matter if you like their media or characters. I’m sure there’s alternatives we can come up with for anyone who’s really dependent on their IPs. In this time of solidarity, let’s work together to find ways to minimize the amount of engagement we have to give to people who aren’t healthy for us. Eureka!