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Saying "you don’t need your crush to work out to be okay" is a message that can absolutely be meaningful on an individual level. But what Ross is really saying here is that queer hope is too much to ask for. That the “responsible” message is not "you can be loved", but "learn not to need love". And that framing is incredibly telling because this logic is almost never applied to straight characters. Nancy, to some extent, was encouraged to choose herself, but her story was never fundamentally about love. Eleven had a "be your own person first" arc, but guess what, she still got the boy. Straight kids are constantly shown that longing can be answered. That love is something you grow toward. Queer kids, apparently, need to be taught emotional austerity early: don’t hope too much, don’t expect reciprocity, learn to be fine without it.
This should not be an either/or situation. It shouldn’t be antithetical. You can have both. You should have both. The comparison Ross sets up is a false one. It’s not “your secret crush will work out” versus “you don’t need that.” It’s “queer desire can be reciprocated” versus “queer desire must be managed.” Self-acceptance is crucial, but presenting it as the endpoint rather than the baseline sends a bleak message: you are allowed to exist, but not necessarily to be chosen. And when that message is delivered by straight creators deciding what queer kids “need” to hear, it starts to feel less like care and more like control.
What’s especially frustrating is that the show itself created the hope. It built the emotional stakes. It invited viewers, queer ones especially, to imagine something more. And then, instead of following through, it reframed that hope as something immature, unnecessary, even irresponsible.
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Was shan turned in your au thingy?
Not before coming to Oakhurst! She managed to escape the vampire attack alive :]
Tumblr moots are the type of people that would sneak out with you to the ballroom of a fancy hotel at 3am and pretend to be your rival from a imaginary fantasy kingdom while you waltz
tag someone who you would want to waltz with at 3 am
i need to get off this god forsaken site because seeing all these wholesome hockey men on my dash is just really setting my standards too high
So, I'm watching endgame for the third time and I am just now realizing how terrible this movie is. Like you see the movie for the first time and you're like this is one of the best. Go see it the second time to see all your favorite scenes. Now you go laying on your couch ready to analyze this movie and you go what the fuck is this shit. And I know I am about to say the same things that everyone else's has said for the last 3 months but you don't realize it till you sit down and watch it with fresh eyes. For one why is Peggy mentioned in this movie other than in the 70's adventure. I don't think Steve is trying to kill Thanos because she was dusted. By the way she was dead for 2 years when the snap happened. I think his reason for avenge was because his team is gone like Sam and Bucky or because Thanos hurt Tony real bad. Peggy's name should have never been brought up during the group therapy session. Steve should have been like I totally understand because I lost two of my best friends while I was fighting him but sadly I couldn't stop him.
(btw I think I might rant about this movie for the next 3 hours)
Elric backwards is so close to been Circle, and that revelation has blown my mind
Happiness.
happiness lies in little things. things people often deem as something silly to be happy about. wearing your favourite shirt. your favourite bands' music. your favourite youtubers' videos. putting that nail paint on like a boss, completely smooth and matte. nailing that winged eyeliner. the smell of books. staying awake, looking at the stars though you know you should be asleep. staying up late on a school night. spending time with your siblings. drinking tea at three am. even studying, for some. what makes you happy is what you decide. your parents, or whoever cooks your meals at home, decide what you have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. your teacher decides what assignments you've got to complete before the weekend. but what your happiness lies in? it's something you've got to decide. if browsing this endless site for three hours without a break makes you happy, do it. if procrastinating my decorating your entire room makes you happy: what are you even waiting for? go get those fairy light and pictures and posters and tape out. if blasting heavy metal in your ears and potentially destroying your eardrums makes you happy, go for it. if going over your notes until you can recite it word by word with your eyes closed make should happy, then go bring out those notes and go for it. for me, boy bands make me happy. youtubers who draw cat whiskers on their faces, make me happy. encasing myself in a blanket burrito and staring at the ceiling makes me happy. singing obnoxiously, off tune and at the top of my voice makes me happy. my mind is a dark place, but there is a small bit which is lovely, filled with positive, wonderful thoughts. I choose to dwell on that bit, because that's what makes me happy. so look for your happiness. smile. lift one corner of those pretty little lips up, then the other. now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?