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tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary
trinity santos is a study in fandom misogyny because they gave her all the characteristics fandoms usually salivate for in men, being gruff, quippy and misunderstood with a tragic backstory but a heart of gold beneath it all. they put all this into her AND let her be a lesbian. she's everything you could ever want in a character but she's not a man so half the fandom either hates her or constantly mischaracterizes her as petty, callous and aggressive while doing mental gymnastics to baby the male characters around her
everybody leaves
no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down
History is not done with us yet my friend
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit
forced caretaking as a trope i think is like cocaine to people who know they need to be taken care of but have mental blocks in the way like yeah please do gently force me into a state of vulnerability so my body learns it is a safe thing to feel around you
I love carbonation I love carbonation, I love carbonation I like it when the beverage fights back
"ugh forced marriage? this plot is so toxic"
That's the kink
"they can barely/can't control themself from ravishing their partner? How is that portrayed as ROMANTIC??"
That's the kink
"why is the plot so fixated on how tiny the main character is compared to the love interest?"
Grisps your shoulders so firmly
Buddy you're not gonna believe this
love wearing all black in public i hope no large gaseous heat emitting orb in the sky comes along and makes my day worse
You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Quality time is my love language and I mean that in the truest sense of the word.
To me nothing screams “you are important to me,” more than just wanting to exist in each others presence without expectations.
And we don’t have to talk or do anything.
Your folding laundry? I’ll sit on the floor and help.
You need to catch up on homework? Cool! I’ll bring my laptop too.
You need to take a nap? That’s fine. I can stick around until you wake up.
Intentionally seeking out your presence is how I show you I care.
natasha coded btw
I need her to do this to me
every child should have a specific stuffed animal/toy that they develop an antagonistic relationship with
some of my most significant core memories involved getting into heated arguments with the furby who lived in my closet. essential component of my pre-teen character development. necessary anguish
sometimes small children will inflict years of torment & waterboarding on their victims before burying them in an unmarked concrete grave, that's just part of growing up
being between natasha romanoff's thighs would heal me btw
*walks up to lesbian couple* So, which one of you is the sacrificial lamb, who must die and be deified beyond recognition, and which one the scapegoat, forced to live to bear the weight of sin?