cult classic

the way inde navarrette cries as nikki just ijntjigbjgioitjn me too

can you tell i'm petty as fuck

i just googled my username and found out “scaratrina” is just a misspelt version of “scarlatina” and that’s the first thing that comes up. my first published novel will be called scarlatina i couldn’t care less what it’s about,,,,,,,, i’ll find a way to make it work

i kept on searching different ships on ao3 and was hit with the low fic numbers and was like "mmmmmmm maybe this isn't the shit? and that's okay cause i'm never on big tags anyway" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE WHOLE FANDOM HAS 95 FICS HFJIEFJHVFJRIERFJGHJRIFJGHHJR TURNS OUT I'M NEVER ON BIG TAGS

i dreamed that i was telling marisa abela the origins of her character that she was playing in my show and she was genuinely so nice to me and i woke up sad that she was gone :(

I FUCKING LOVE TOFUUUUUUUUUU

seeing a s3 yasmin edit makes me physically ill. i wish i could watch my dad die too

i don't know whether the text is consciously attempting to frame this as incestuous subtext between brothers but this is now the second time on which their sexualities have been mirrored against each other in deliberate parallel. it's tied to the profound sense of impropriety both edward and arthur seem to associate with their chosen partners (desire appears inseparable from shame) but i find the implications of that overlap fascinating!!! incest itself doesn't even register as transgressive within the historical framework of the story and edward makes sure to state that from the 2nd episode, i think?? cousin marriages are socially acceptable and edward repeats ad nauseam that marrying “good cousins” preserves optics. but brothers are another matter entirely. who could possibly feel as unreachable, as fundamentally untouchable, as i do, except my brother? and if no ordinary intimacy can breach that distance, then who else would be permitted to touch the parts of me starved of affection? who else, if not my brother?