Deeply hating the internet and its place in existence.
I’m trying. Do you know how hard it is to find a good rival these days?
enemies-to-psychosexually obsessed with each other. more of that
Something something divine rights of kings -> the inherent idea that to kill something is to take its place -> something something to have growth interrupted into an offshoot you must kill off the original thing
Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.
I’m gonna say something very controversial
Jess is uncomfortable around Lorelei because he notices that it’s weird how pro-Dean she is. He’s uncomfortable because he recognizes signs of parentification in Rory.
I’m just saying:
How often do you meet a teenager who is ridiculously obsessed with going off to college and always has been unless they’re running from something? If anything he could have been cagey around Lorelei cause he was waiting to see if the abuse was worse.
He knows how much Rory eats. He knows that the Gilmore’s have food insecurity. He brings over a giant box of food because he’s gone hungry before and he wants to make sure she’s fed until her mom gets home.
i love it when a character is so clueless but simultaneously uncomfortably aware of everything
Boy Clothes by Nxdia does what most people think white guys wearing eyeliner does for gender revolution
Traps you in a nightmare world AND trans your gender
Doms have praise kinks too.
Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.
I don’t know what’s going on with Aiden and Clara but I hate every second of it.
The sun is a deadly laser, I am high as a kite, and this man in WalMart stopped me to ask if I’ve ever hit someone up the back of the head with my cane.
I wanted to.
Instead I replied, “No way! I only go for the back of the knee,” and mimed a swinging motion.