Terribly nonspecific post but man does it make me squirm whenever I see some posts on ship wars I have nothing to do with but that for some god damn reason between the lines they feel the need to mention that the romantic reading/route of the relationship is actually totally superior to the platonic one and only a delusional person would think that platonic and romantic relationships can even be comparable and like... I hate it?
Those are other people liking the characters you like- why do you feel the need to make them feel inferior for not vibing with your definition of love. I don't think anyone deserves hate over their ship or love for a fictional man or whatever but that is no reason to shit on people's headcanons about the exact same fictional man just they aren't smooching him in theirs, it's cool if you don't find the platonic relationships comparable but I for one find them often much more interesting and compelling and don't like feeling like I can't be in part of the fictional man fandom just because I don't want him carnally.
shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king
Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.
I love how whenever ATLA recognizes Sokka is smart enough to solve a problem but it’d be too fast they just stick him in some kind of situation. Like he COULD’VE stopped jet from drowning a town so they tied him up and dumped him in a forest. He COULD’VE figured out what that spirits deal was so they lost him in the spirit world for 24 hours.
I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.
But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.
The thing that is interesting is if you have any semblance of personality you will definitely encounter people who viscerally hate you and obsess over you for years and you will not even remember their name