I seriously have no idea why most of the past 40 or so people have followed me.
Hope you enjoy watching me lust after scrawny men near death and buff lesbians, I guess. Welcome!
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love when guys board the train and their process of sitting down in the seat behind you involves an impromptu demolition of your chair
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“Billys homophobic!”
Me looking at the characters y’all think are gay: and he has every right to be
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peoples incessant need to “disprove” everything is actually so insane like you’re only saying he’s in London because someone saw him somewhere else like if you actually saw him you’d post about it when it happened… and literally bullying and harassing a normal person until they delete their tweet/account and saying “seeee!!!! they were lying!!!!!!” like no you’re actually insane and need mental help
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I seriously do not understand the logic of people on public transport. I’m sitting in a row of 3 seats, the other 2 are empty. Across the aisle from me next to me are also 2 empty seats.
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Woman squeezes past me because of course she has to sit in my aisle?? Why?
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by the way. im making a lego set but i had to pause to say. Clarice failed in its basic fucking thesis statement. you can tell the creators wanted to uplift minority voices; opposing sexism racism and transphobia are some of the basic themes of the show and we saw them explicitly say shit like we want to address problems like transphobia in the original movie. but we saw them take a minor cishet white male character whose one characteristic was that he was a sexist and they elevated him to a charismatic hero. like. do you fucking hear yourselves. I don’t have a problem with cishet white male characters in general but when you see a perfectly good secondary antagonist already established in the text and decide actually “he’s one of the good ones don’t worry about it” it really fucking shatters any illusion that you give a shit.
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I’m sad, anxiety is ruining me :(, I have heartrace because of things happening rl. Ran can you light me with a headcanon about married Junzumi?
Aww,Anon💔. I know the feeling. Today I’m being devoured by anxiety too and I do hope I will be able to sleep without having too much trouble. So I’ll virtually hug you💕. You’ll manage to go through this, I promise you. Believe it and you will be fine. Everything will be fine, Anon. 
Hm a headcanon about married Junzumi. Well, I’ll go for a comical one I like playing in my mind now and then, never managing to bring my a$$ to write a silly one-shot about it.
I headcanon at a certain point Junpei kinda becomes sick of his life as a tenor. As a budding singer, he just wants to entertain people and convey feelings to them but he also has got a great thirst of success to finally be a main character. However, his devotion to his job leads him to losing control on the situation. It becomes quickly clear he is terribly good at what he is doing and he fairly gets fame in the european opera field. In the span of fifteen years, he ends up with paparazzi and nagging managers telling him what to do, how to act, what to look like in public, what to wear. They also cut his relationship with his fans by personally handling his email, so Junpei grows frustrated about what his life has become and what he has become, sometimes even wondering who that person he’s looking at in the mirror is.
Taking in consideration the lows his career has to offer, those few times he can stay with his family HE DEMANDS to be left alone with them. Alone. Whenever he stays with Izumi and the kids he just wants to be…Another person? Himself…? He just wants to lead an ordinary life wearing whatever he freaking wants, even if he will look like a plumber with hilarious jumpsuits making Izumi laugh so hard. He just wants to spend free days helping Izumi at the restaurant, making calculations about the restaurant’s intake, spending mornings taking care of the garden, of the cats, of the children, calling Kouji wherever he is. In a nutshell, he just wants to be a normal family husband and father. And, Gods, let him eat food prepared by his absolute favourite cook, free from disgusting broth and weird diets for throats, and let him be at the best of his clumsiness.
One day, after the family has moved to Japan again, some client recognizes him, which is something that happens rarely there unlike in Milan. Sitting at the table, they dare to ask Izumi and Junpei if he might be, -just out of curiosity, because of some hunch that won’t let them alone-, that Shibayama Junpei opera singer, that famous one.
Izumi would like to reply, always pleased when someone wants to praise Junpei caro and always ready to commend him in front of others, because after years Junpei has stopped being the only n.1 fan of an imaginary fanclub 🤣. For once, Junpei stops her and replies in her stead, shrugging.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me? I’m Orimoto Junpei. And, so you know, Orimoto Junpei and Shibayama Junpei aren’t and can’t be the same person. At all.”
(Best wishes, Anon💕.)
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