dragon tamer

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

trying to explain to my therapist that i have a lot of feelings about asymmetrical, hierarchical brothers-in-arms relationships but am also a quaker who doesn't approve of either hierarchies or fighting

brothers without arms, because we're pacifists,

that post about praise/punishment kinks being bad pedagogy but it's quakers feeling conflicted about hierarchies in their fantasies

using quaker business method to define the relationship

My friend, as a quaker, I laughed so hard at this

reading other comments on the fic you’ve just commented on is like. asynchronous book club meeting 🫶

when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think

there are many fat gay women which is basically awesome

Shane is never gonna see that flannel again btw. It’s going straight in Ilya’s suitcase and back to Boston with him. He wears it when he’s missing his man. Which is constantly. He wears it on flights sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time. Several years down the line the cuffs are frayed and several buttons are missing and Shane finds it in a drawer and barely remembers that it was once his. The only reason he remembers is because one of his most revisited memories of that first cottage summer is seeing Ilya wearing that shirt and the triumphant, roaring animal it awoke in his chest to see Ilya Rozanov wearing fucking plaid and knowing he was the reason.