Something I really struggle to get people to understand is that like. Sometimes there was no intentional homoerotic subtext, the author was just extremely misogynistic. Sometimes the author wasn't "secretly shipping" those two men, the author literally just hates women so much that they see them as being literally incapable of relationships with depth. Like this is kind of a big thing with misogyny actually. A lot of extremely misogynistic people truly believe that a man can only have meaningful and complex relationships with other men because they literally just think women are so inferior they only exist to birth children and clean the house. It's like when people say along the lines of "no one worships exclusively men quite like straight men do". It's just that phenomenon actually. That happens to be manifesting in a raging misogynist's writing. Writing a man character who literally only puts effort into his friendships with other men while completely ignoring his literal girlfriend or wife is actually an extremely straight thing to write. And that doesn't mean you can't ship those men or that there are no stories with actual intentional homoerotic subtext. I just think it's important to be able to recognize extreme misogyny in writing and acknowledge it without brushing it off and assuming good intentions when literally all evidence is screaming that this was a misogynistic writing choice and not a representing gay men choice.

there’s something so magical about sitcoms…..they bring me so much comfort….whoever invented sitcoms thank you for your service I literally don’t know what I’d do without them god bless

i have always seen posts and heard from recent grads about how lonely, isolating and awful post graduation actually is, but it's even worse than i expected. I feel like i am falling behind already. It's like uni years were just limbo and now i am suddenly shoved into the real world with real pressures and i have to figure out what i want and fast. I can't find a job. I dont want to work with my major. My portfolio is awful. I have been depressed and burnt out this entire summer. it's so so draining and seeing everyone around me having an easier time finding jobs is making worse. it's triggering so so many insecurities for me

and i am now in a rush to find a job so i can have a stable income because i want to take off my hijab and this will definitely lead to a fight with my parents so i need to have enough money saved up just in case.

i would've fucked so hard as a court jester in ye olde i would've jangled my balls and done a little dance and sang my silly tunes i'd be so good at my job. alas i have to be on tumblr instead which is like a poor imitation of it

bells. i meant bells

don’t do this to me

it should be mentioned Professor Samer Alatout is Palestinian

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like

stop it i was trying to be gothic

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

My card declined at therapy so I got sentenced to watching my notifications be flooded with “this reminds me of dune” on posts about arab culture

You see this shit, Edward Said?