Statement Of Y/n Regarding Being Sold To The Music Group One Direction, Original Statement Given On Wattpad,

Hakuryuu you're so special to me

can't wait for biden to resign from the campaign this sunday, july 21 2024

Habitat 67 is clearly the most fuckable one, no this isnt because of my on going expo 67 special interest from 6th grade

idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr

you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category

Don’t know if this is already a thing, but we should make a “skin and bone you’re alone Saturday” just like how we have fuck you and fuck your train Friday

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as much as I love the torchwood fandom, it has a serious issue with its treatment of Gwen, specifically in fics. They make her out to be this homophobic, angry, manipulative person that doesn’t care about anyone there but herself. In the show she is nothing like that, she isn’t a perfect person, she’s made many mistakes but where on earth did people get the idea that she would hate ianto for being with jack.

I haven’t finished the series yet so if there are moments where she’s like that then feel free to tell me but I find that people just villanize her sm and then go and ignore all of the shitty stuff that Owen did. I must say, I hated when she was cheating on her boyfriend, that I can’t defend but people need to stop acting like she’d personally beat up people who work with her for not having the same values as her.

chai tea (tea tea)

naan bread (bread bread)

sharia law (law law)

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

(me staring at a straight couple) okay so who’s the tired autistic FBI agent and who’s the cannibalistic murderer?

i’m a real wizard btw