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thinking of jesus at the gay bar again………
Do tell
[ID:
a poem by Jay Hulme, titled Jesus at the Gay Bar
He's here in the midst of it - right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy to spin.
At some point in the evening a boy will touch the hem of His robe and beg to be healed, beg to be anything other than this;
and He will reach His arms out, sweat-damp, and weary from dance. He'll cup this boy's face in His hand and say,
my beautiful child there is nothing in this heart of yours that ever needs to be healed.
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My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember” And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out” I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”
Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, it’s 1/3, not ½
I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!” So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess? *if you want an honorary grandma, that is
Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone
Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!
An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month
Happy pride month!!
Queer joy detected!
It's been almost 48 hours. I have processed the finale. I'm past my grievances. I've ran out of the conventional stages of grief and I'm currently on the secret 6th one. It's time for memes
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Felt wrong, to stomp all over their plans, but Charles just- couldn’t see a world that this ended well.
A commission for @regretsofaghost! It's a scene (I got to choose!) from their fic in the quiet space between holidays, let us care for you like you have cared for us about Crystal and Niko wanting to celebrate Edwin's birthday. I'm sure nothing could go wrong.
You know, I'm absolutely in love with the fact that Cho is soft for Jane? Like this man will say no 100 times and then Jane walks up and Cho changes his mind after a single back and forth.
Then when Cho says Jane isn't going with him? The next scene we get is Jane in the car as they approach the place they're going.
When Jane gets in hot water with Lisbon and the others? Cho backs up his car and picks him up.
Besties, your honor
i just watched the episode where jane straight up kidnaps a suspect and when abbott questions them, lisbon says, "we didn't know anything about it" and cho just goes "but we would have done it if he'd asked". that's friendship right there
jane x lisbon is so funny. imagine you’re hunting down the serial killer who killed your wife and child and turned your life upside down. over the decade it takes for you to kill the guy back, you’re working for the cops and you’re sort of partners with this incredible, smart, hot, awesome woman. so of course you fall in love with her, but you can’t really do anything about it because 1. not over your dead wife 2. she’s technically your boss. so you kinda flirt with her, you buy her a pony, but you don’t cross a line. you do tell her you love her in a particularly risky scheme to catch the serial killer but it doesn’t work so you walk it back later. finally ten years after your family got killed you get the guy and kill him back. except now you’re on the run because you murdered a guy. so you spend two years in venezuela, until the fbi tracks you down and offers you a deal: they will drop the charges if you work for them. you agree, but only if they give your boss/partner/crush a job. she’s thankful about it but she also (rightfully) is mad at you that you think you can just change her career like that after two years of near-radio silence. so you both work for the fbi now and she’s not your boss anymore but you both kinda need time to get used to the new dynamic before you can say “hey queen i’ve been in love with you for like ten years” even though everyone keeps mentioning how they thought you guys would’ve gotten together years ago.
and then she starts dating pedro pascal.
Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.
Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.
No but like literally, actually. All bits aside.
He didn't do it.
The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.
As much as I make fun of Percy for being down bad from day one what I really love is that he truly thinks this is regular friend behaviour. He’s unleashing his inner wattpad mafia boss for Annabeth, has her picture on his mirror, promises he’d burn down Olympus for her, seems offended there’s ‘another’ boyfriend and thinks it is purely platonic. And the best part is Percy is such a loverboy in all meanings of the world that that genuinely is understandable because he is simultaneously going to the sea of monsters for Grover, having Grover’s picture on his mirror, telling Grover he looks beautiful in a wedding dress, embracing Grover like the husband he presumed missing at sea and being so soulmated to his best friend that they dream together.
Man kann ja über die deutsche Literatur sagen was man will aber Märchen haben schon sehr damit gekocht, dass der standard Abschlussatz "Und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute." geworden ist. Großartige Anreihung von Worten. Ja, I guess wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute. Kann man nichts gegen sagen. Waren sie glücklich bis ans Ende ihrer Tage? Wer weiß! Aber solange sie nicht gestorben sind dann leben sie noch. Logischer Rückschluss oder so.
Annabeth arriving at Camp Jupiter, finally finding Percy
the difference between mark watney and ryland grace is that mark watney would try heroin (not for death, but fun) and ryland grace would fucking love disco
the martian novel believes so strongly in hope that i never once considered that mark wouldn’t be rescued. from day 1 page 1 it was a given and i don't know why. i can't put my finger on it. i don't think it can entirely be chalked up to the humorous tone of the book bc there are tragicomedies out there that silly their way into an inevitably doomed ending. i think there's something about the book itself existing that presupposes mark's survival. even if the blurb on the back of the book is like 'will he survive?' that's not what the book is about. it's about how he'll survive. because even when he doesn't think he'll last or earth's rescue attempts blow up, we the readers just know he's going to make it. i think somehow the presupposed outcome is in the nature of a problem-solving book. i don't know how to explain this but i think andy weir's dedication to scientific accuracy is what promises mark's survival. unrealistic hope built on technical realism. you can tell he wrote the book from a framework of 'mark is going to survive. how do i realistically get him there' instead of 'would a person feasibly be able to survive on mars'. if it were less believable it would be less hopeful. can anybody hear me
"I'm not going to die here".
thinking david corenswet is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles dark hair and blue eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think superman is hot? fucking superman? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god he’s tall should we tell everyone he’s tall and his jaw is nice wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SUPERMAN is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. “hear me out” and it’s a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed
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