ALTrereading Yentl the Yeshiva Boy and like... i forgot how trans it is. Like i knew very much how trans it was but at the same time paragraph 2 "On Sabbath afternoons, when her father slept, she would dress up in his trousers, his fringed garment, his silk coat, his skullcap, his velvet hat, and study her reflection in the mirror." cisgendered activities
for the record i do have a v nonbinary interpretation of the character evidenced by a variety of things the bluntest being "In her dream she had been at the same time a man and a woman, wearing both a woman’s bodice and a man’s fringed garment." cisgendered activities
“I’m neither one nor the other.” it's not even subtext at this point.
Evil universe fanfic tropes like. Selling One Direction To My Mum. Chastity Pollen. Way Too Many Beds. Pretending To Not Be Married.
Definitely Not Soulmates. They Weren't Roommates. The Sunshine One Fucking Hates The Grumpy One. Not Linked By Fate/Red Stringless. Aliens Make Them Not Do It.
SoulHATE AU. Everyone has one person they're destined to mutually just absolutely despise on a molecular level.
Ok, but, like, I want to read a couple of these.
nothing in this world slaps as hard as an angel using it/its pronouns
If I ever become the showrunner of Doctor Who, I will end the UNIT dating controversy by having the Doctor explicitly state that the UNIT era took place in the 90s.
which 90s, you ask? why, 1790s, of course
With both of his companions asleep, Little Ash decided it was time to find out just what his partner the angel had been carrying around with it since Warsaw. He was not in the least surprised to find the case was full of books. That was very like the angel. No wonder when it pestered him to study, its volumes had looked more tattered than usual. It was using real ones, made by humans, and not the ones made from its own inner fire, which worked all right for studying as long as the angel was there to hold them, but which never left its hands.
Little Ash considered human-made books superior to angelic books, because with a human-made book he could read ahead behind his study partner’s back and have more time to think of arguments. The angel was more patient with him than his brothers or his teachers ever had been in the land of demons, but he liked to look clever whenever he could. He therefore conceded reluctantly that a trunk full of books was not a bad companion for an ocean voyage, even if it was not as exciting as a dormant golem, or a heap of treasure, or any of the other secret things one might keep in one’s luggage.
Sacha Lamb, When the Angels Left the Old Country
you know, what we really need, as a society, is More Guns. More Guns will surely fix our Gun Problem.
what i admire about this website is its devotion to the art of lowercase. no i don’t want to capitalise my tags. what do you think i am, a blasphemer?
The poor good old woman was a spinster. Sultan, her cat, which might have mewed Allegri’s miserere in the Sixtine Chapel, had filled her heart and sufficed for the quantity of passion which existed in her. None of her dreams had ever proceeded as far as man. She had never been able to get further than her cat.
She should have been on tumblr...
he has beautiful doe eyes and im like a ford f-150 going 80mph in the middle of the night
(checking out a historical event) is this the tragedy or the farce
