“when i was your age, netflix came to our house in the mail” never gets old. they don’t believe you, because they can’t, because they cannot conceive the apparatus by which this would be true. but it is true. they mailed me season 1 of the sopranos with stamps. with fucking stamps man
at this time of year you might be tempted to create new rules for yourself, if you do, make sure that they are designed to serve you, not to punish yourself for imperfection.
I know it’s wildly racist and is the “nobility = pale skin” trope, but the real time whitewashing of zelda in wind waker never fails to make me laugh my ass off from how jarring it is. It literally feels like a parody of itself
On a three hour train ride, making friends with a group of tourists in the carriage cos I’m sociable like that; one of the women made a passing remark about her ovarian cysts and I immediately went “oh I had those! :D” in a baritone voice from behind a full beard.
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I shit ye not, I felt the oxygen leave the whole carriage cos everyone had been listening in to our banter, and then I heard the click go off in everyone’s minds as they simultaneously thought “ohhhh THAT’S why he’s 5ft 3 and theatrically effeminate”. But after the silent pause I brought it back by going “….ok. So nobody is left wondering, yes, I was in fact born a girl. And since nobody has jumped me yet” pause for funny emphasis “you may know A Fun Trans Fact! Did you know when we get our breast tissue removed, putting the nipples back on is optional?” Which people really loved as a cool fact, and another girl not part of the tourist group (and who hadn’t spoken until this point) went “you can get them tattooed on. Like breast cancer patients” (we later learned she was in nursing school).
It was legitimately one of the nicest train rides I’ve ever had, and I travelled on that route for work fairly often. People desperately, desperately want to talk about interesting stuff. Like optional nipples.
Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there’s really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
me everytime one of my seemingly non-specific homoerotic text posts breaks containment
It's kind of more of a personal blog than anything else now. I'll reblog whatever I see fit.
Current special interest: Baldur's Gate 3. Specifically Astarion. Love that evil little man.
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