That Moment When You Look In The Mirror And Realize That The Collection Of Flesh And Features Looking

People on the ao3 subredit get so mad when you point out you wanna read fanfiction of the actual characters of the media you have consumed and not the fandom commodified version of them. Like idk if you take every interesting character and transform them in the same trite dynamic of masculine top man x hyperfeminine bottom twink flower shop au angst hurt and comfort in this oddly american setting and do it ad oltranza with all the medias turning into that why are you even writing for those fandoms to begin with!!!

you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor

i'm just a simple lesbian; i want boxers and low-rise jeans

just ate a massive bowl of ramen about half an hour ago. why is my stomach screaming at me now. Stop. I Fed You. Loads.

i love you intersex people

i love you nonbinary people

i love you transmasc people

i love you transfem people

i love you transneutral people

i love you genderfluid people

i love you queer people

i wish beating annoying people up wasn’t frowned upon and sometimes also prosecuted(or is it persecuted? idk the difference). if there were no conses to the quences, i would have beat the shit out of so many people by now. mostly men. definitely lots of boys

"I'm too pretty for this" is a perfectly valid excuse for Sirius actually.

that time i said an attractive trait for someone is if they “match my freak” thinking that “freak” meant goofiness or odd quirk or whatever. nobody else did. my entire class thinks i’m freaky in the freaky way now 🤗🔫

so me! (i am neither fully white nor fully a boy)

"Go, white boy, go!" I say to a fictional character, as if I am not also a white boy who is going