Come Get Y’all Juice.

this is so random for my blog but like. i am going to remove the respectability politics from myself and those around me with a pairing knife if it kills me. this goes both directions. no i do not care if the homeless person in this shelter trashed the bathroom while using. it pisses me off but closing that bathroom doesn’t provide them a safer place to use and it means nobody else can take a piss. where can we let them use instead? no i do not care if that baby gay is snobby and rude and standoffish. i was snobby and rude and standoffish and it was because i felt desperately unheard. how do we let them know that behavior doesn’t serve them? i do not care if the guy in line with me at the community kitchen voted red. my anger will not feed either of us. how do i help us both eat tonight?

br’aad for a request maybe :]?

canning be upon ye 🔥

dicks out friday

i love bra’ad so much because in all the dnd i’ve played/watched/etc no character has ever captured gay panic so effectively.

while we’re talking about Charlie’s propensity for gay roleplay, here’s one of my favorite Br’aad moments.

@parallasso LOOK ITS YR FAVE

Pussy isn't real, let's get going!

leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

I think media needs more ambiguously queer relationships. Not just as in "non-heterosexual", but also as in "the structure of the relationship itself is queer". It goes beyond the bounds of conventional friendship, but they're not fucking about it. Or maybe they are. Maybe they kiss a few times, maybe they don't, but somehow it's not the most queer thing happening here. They've exchanged vows of love, but their actual relationship dynamic is inscrutable. Every orientation headcanon fits well within canon because they're never quite perfectly defined. Like, who knows what the fuck is happening there but whatever it is it's complex and confusing and woven into the universe itself

dicks out friday

new fic. go hog wild.

au where taxi and vel end up in the wharf about a decade and a half earlier than usual- and by going through the things the vengolor brothers left behind when they escaped, taxi and vel find themselves searching for answers only the other escapees of their orphanage can give them.

it’s gonna fuck so hard you don’t understand.

some diaryposting:

-you can put a splash of lemonade in diet coke. it’s free and the government can’t stop you.

-if a thing is going to make you sad. and it’s something where getting sad about it will not change it. you are allowed to not make yourself sad about it.

-im so excited to get old and fat and ugly. i like myself. i will like myself then, too, possibly more, because i’ll be old and fat and ugly so i’ll have to be a good person on purpose, and that’ll be good for me.

-more people should write and live by personal philosophies im so serious. write three paragraphs of who you want to be and what you want to do to be who you want to be. read it before every big decision or in times of trouble. make charts and rules if you want. make mantras. shit’s gas.

-every time my life is going well i stop writing for the fated. sometimes that means i stop altogether and just. do real life stuff. sometimes that means i spend a week compulsively writing a highly detailed self-insert oc fic for a different franchise. usually after 1-2 weeks when the mania/compulsion passes i go back and re-read it and analyze exactly what the themes and morals and character motivations/objectives/significant events are.

-on an unrelated note (read: highly related lmao), i am not sure i will be writing very much anymore! sorry! maybe one day when i’m less busy…