TAKE THE HINT TINY MATH MAN
i long for the day where queer characters/relationships/etc aren’t shoved off to the side, seen as this dirty thing that should never be talked about because who wants to see that anyway? (aside from using it as spank material of course!!)
where queer interpretations are considered just as valid, where it isn’t made fun of, where there isn’t all these “hat tips” that go nowhere because it isn’t even worth the actual integration into canon— always a joke, always looking into things too much, always a fantasy
stop twisting our words, our story, you say
it’s not that kind of story, you say
it would change the genre/character/etc beyond recognition, you say
but i pine for a whisper of validation
yes, you do exist
and i’m glad that you exist
you can have stories, too
you can be the hero, too
These guys can no longer claim, women don’t know true pain.
I enjoy this post WAY too much
Call me malicious but I want every male politician who’s against birth control and abortion to get hooked up to one of these.
This was from a program in the Netherlands. The evening before it aired, these two men were guests at a talk show. When asked about it, the one on the right in these pictures noted that it was the worst pain he ever felt and he thought about giving up at 5% of a contraction.
Guys guys, there is a video! I don’t understand a THING but it’s fucking satisfying!
i was trying to write “i am dead inside” and i accidently typed “i am dean inside” but then i realised they basically mean the same thing
we’ve all read a fanfic that was so disturbing it changed ur life
Imagine your OTP.
Imagine your OTP marrying. Flowers. Fancy clothing. The dazed look in their eyes as they kiss for the first time as a married couple. Being cheered on, hearing the clapping of all their loved ones.
Imagine your OTP in married life. Going on little dates. Celebrating, even if only in tiny ways on the harder days, each little anniversary. Planning out the future together. Huddling together on cold nights. Staying out under the stars one night.
Finding out each other’s pet peeves. Finding out those little things about each other that annoy them, but pushing through them for love. Remembering the days of adventure. Remembering the stories they haven’t told anyone. Remembering too well the ones they can’t tell anyone. Your OTP hurting. Your OTP closing off from each other. Trying to figure out what’s wrong.
Imagine your OTP struggling to get each other to open up, but unable to do the same. Unable to tell each other about the little things, like that they’re fed up with the way they do this and that, unable to tell each other how much they wish things were like they used to be. Imagine your OTP hearing each other cry to sleep, some nights, and not knowing what to do.
Imagine your OTP’s first major fight. One won’t talk and the other won’t listen and one goes storming out the door. One comes back later, making apologies that show they’re sorry about what happened, but not for what they said - not completely. No matter how unfair it was. No matter how deep the wounds they reopened. Trying. Struggling.
Your OTP falling apart under the weight of their dreams. Forgetting how to talk to each other. One night, another fight, this one ending with a slap. Neither will talk, and they’ve forgotten how to listen not just to words but to tone, to body language, to pleading eyes saying please don’t go that they’re too hurt to see. One goes out the door. One comes back, but never really.
Imagine your OTP missing what they had. Imagine your OTP at the end. Wondering where they went wrong. Angry and frustrated and finally, walking away from it all because it’s just too much.
Imagine your OTP crumbling away.
1x01 // 2x21 // 8x01