We don’t quite get to the big concert that brings about the end of the world in this season. Instead, in the finale, he’s imagining himself onstage as he’s about to die, with Louis’ brother, Paul.

It’s quite a beautiful way to finish the season, even though it’s a cliffhanger. What he learns is that Louis does love him. He’s not able to tell him in the clear and concise way that he probably wanted to hear, because the last time Louis said “I love you” to somebody, they committed suicide.

Whether this is the specter of Paul, or just an illusion that he’s conjured up in his dying mind, he hears that Louis loves him and, in that context, understands that he doesn’t need Louis to say it anymore. Because he probably understands Louis on a level that he’s never really fully been able to before. He’s been so self-absorbed and wrapped up in his own need to be loved and fear of abandonment.

Like people make fun of middle aged women for not getting married or being divorced or "always the bridesmaid never the bride" and all like "oh she's desperate! No one wants her! Old maid!' but they become straight up hostile and upset when you tell them you never want to date.

The core wound of this demographic is being rejected and being relentlessly asked to stop your bullshit relative to romance and sex, and to get back in the ranks. The aroace definitely qualify.

And since being rejected is obviously a veeeeery common trauma in the queer community, and people tend to reenact unhealed patterns, it's not rare to see queer people rejecting other queer people with shit like biphobia, being picky with who "qualify" as trans, dismissing aroaces etc...

Project Hail Mary // Incorrect quotes 6/?

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[tags via : @heavenly-havoc]

What did I say at the start of this, as to the Queen, as to destruction unleashed? Something about the regretful dead and the...hmm, what was it? Traumatized alive. That I had made a contribution. Let me take that back. The fault was mine. All mine.