richie tozier ass song. (i’m actually crying about it wtf)
you have to really care about someone’s love life if you’re willing to kidnap a tiny angry bisexual army doctor approximately 32 hours after he loans his alcoholic lesbian sister’s phone to your nerdy sad gay little brother so he can send a text about green ladders to a silver fox copper whom you’ve resolutely decided is not a goldfish
confusing but very accurate summary of sherlock episode 1
was just thinking about how i have like a parasocial relationship with batman because i connect him to childhood memories of my dad so i have a weird feeling like he’s my father figure and so i don’t like batman movies because i feel like they don’t get him like i do…and then i thought AM I TIM DRAKE???… like i never thought i was a tim but that’s such a tim thing to do???
collecting female characters i used to either hate or relate to but not know why, that i now realize were characters who were probably comphet lesbians as someone who has now realized she is a comphet lesbian is actually so much fun like the reason i would hate them was because i thought they were manipulative (aka too much like me) or they got in the way of a ship i liked, but that’s also like me and my history of liking unattainable people who were clearly not well matched with me or clearly liked someone else.
some of my recent additions to the comphet lesbian squad: galinda (obviously), daisy buchanan, gwen (bbc merlin)
gonna add jo march to the list. been doing some thinking on her story line. although i will forever be a meg.
OMG I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT NANCY WHEELER. i was saying this before i even knew i was a lesbian. she’s so me she’s so gay i love her.
Joseph Ducreux (1735–1802) was a French artist known for his expressive and unconventional self-portraits. Unlike many portraitists of his time, who adhered to strict formal conventions, Ducreux infused his works with humor, exaggerated expressions, and an almost modern sense of personality.
this is why the french make my fav old art
Bruce: Ready?
Dick, wearing the Discowing suit: Ready
Bruce:
Bruce: No
Dick: Why
Jason: Put your tits away
Dick: No
Jason: Put your tits away
Dick: No >:(
Bruce: Zip it up, Dick.
Dick: No
Bruce: I will not ask you again. Zip. It. Up.
Dick, crossing his arms like a child: No.
Bruce:
Bruce: You're staying here then, I will not take you out like this
Dick: COME ON
Bruce: No, you're staying here. No one will take you seriously like that
Jason: Aw c'mon, Bruce, it definitely strikes fear into people
Dick: Yeah!
Jason: Fear that they'll go blind
Dick: It's not my fault I can't grow chest hair, and you know that-
Bruce: *leaving without them*
heheh he’s just a slut and i love it
recently realized something possibly concerning about myself, but i’m having a fun time with it. basically i need fictional media to stay sane because if i don’t have an intense obsession with some sort of fictional media at any given time my mental health rapidly declines. like without fiction to fixate on my mind looses grip on reality. i need something unrelated to my life and the real world to fixate on or my thoughts turn on me and all the terrible things that happen or could happen in real life. so basically tumblr and fandom culture keeps me alive 🤪
my favorite thing ever is checking your account and seeing you have at least two new posts and at least one of them is an original posts. like i know you already tell me everything but like idk i love seeing your posts
every once and a while i have thought that i know only tumblr and my bestie would get 😊
just watched it chapter 1, mostly because i feel the it fandom are like my fandom in-laws. but lowkey it wasn’t worth it. like absolutely no hate to anyone who likes is a fan or even the movie itself, just as a person who doesn’t watch horror movies it was not that worth it. i did love richie and eddie of course they were definitely the best characters. anyone think that i should watch the second one? like i probably will for bill hader of course but like does the second movie make it worth it? thoughts, anyone?
i really hate coming out but still want my extended family to know, so my mother took it upon herself to invent the game “guess which one of my kids is gay.”
the rules are simple.
- sit down with uncle so-and-so
- he says something about gay people in passing
- my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!
- he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess
- we all enjoy his discomfort immensely
This isnt coming out of the closet. This is coughing loudly from within the closet to scare the people outside of it, which is immensely more entertaining.
me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten