Sometimes I Open Ao3 As One Would A Fridge In The Middle Of The Night. Hungry, But Not Willing To Commit

shit man tomorrow is christmas eve i swear yesterday was June 2010

((Edit. Whoops made a mistake on the first one with the title. This is the real poll.

two birds on a wire

[id: four greyscale sketches of c!wilbur and c!tommy. the first is of wilbur speaking to tommy, both frowning. they’re in pogtopia, and wilbur’s back is facing the viewer. the lyrics “i believe it all” are written above them. in the second picture, wilbur is leaning against the ravine wall and sobbing, while tommy watches, concerned, in the background. the text above them reads “there’s nothing i won’t understand.” the third image shows tommy standing in front of the button, gripping wilbur’s coat and looking up at him pleadingly. wilbur’s head is tilted to the side and his eyes are squeezed shut. the text, next to tommy, reads “i’ll believe it all.” the last picture shows tommy, wearing armor and battle-worn, staring at wilbur. wilbur is turning to walk away, one hand on a stone wall. he’s turning back to look at tommy with a smile. the lyrics read “i won’t let go of your hand.” end id]

you have seen, many times, the phrase love your body! and every time, like rainwater, it glides off you. not because you cannot love it - you mostly, like, tolerate it - but because of the word "your".

is this your body? when you were 11 you had to start shaving your legs because other girls found it gross you were hairy. when you were 12, you had to stop wearing v-necks because of your chest - people were staring. your mother didn't let you dye your hair. your first boyfriend makes you dress up in skimpy clothes for him, then hated when other people coveted you. what you wear and how you present determine whether or not people find you funny or annoying or arrogant. other people get to determine if you are pretty, a court of opinion so loud it blots any good intent.

when is the body yours? magazines and instagram and tiktok endlessly advising you to "take care of" (starve) your body as if it is a weed. you must hack and slash at it, defend yourself from its wanton desires. it is a shameful, greedy thing. it is more like an art piece. you are keeping it or being kept-in-it.

you try to language it to your therapist - it's not that you don't recognize yourself in the mirror, it's more just that the thing that is in the mirror - it isn't you. that's why it's so easy to take apart: you're vaguely aware of the shape, but it feels like you are an animal hiding in the back of this cavern, snarling.

obviously you're like stuck in it. it often hurts a lot, buzzes with pain and a strange numbness. so it is your body when it's painful. that makes sense. otherwise - how many times have you been told to save yourself (your body) for marriage. for someone else. you are just borrowing it.

love your body! is so funny. somehow, without meaning to, the phrase reminds you - it isn't you. you're just inside it.

Tim Walz recently made a joke about only eating "white people tacos" with mayonnaise and tuna.

In response, alt-right pundit Matt Walsh accused him of "anti-white racism" and "being a clown for Kamala's white minstrel show"

I LOVE BED

my only cultural sensitivity request for the hetalia fandom is if you draw romania and turkey next to eachother romania needs to be alpha top dog. do it for me. do it for all of us. draw them only like this.

as!ritsu if u will

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spotify CRAPPED! all you music fucking sucks!!!!!!!!!!!!