jules, 20, france, human disaster. they/them, white. cinema student, team mom, gay cousin, aspiring writer, lover of pro wrestling, titty enthusiast, iredeemable sinner. ☆ just get rid of your broken wings, you're strong enough by now.
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Yikes.jpg at making a post like this again but the bills are in Bad shape and even my raise at work isn’t covering it lmao. We have another bill added on this coming month and the bills from my grandfather staying in the Alzheimer’s center are draining us financially. I’m looking for a second job atm but this is kind of an immediate issue and we’re already cutting our food budget bc we can’t let the electricity or water or heat get shut off. If absolutely anyone can and wants to help out my PayPal is [email protected] and it would be much appreciated.
So awhile back I asked if anyone wanted to hear my theory about Gurren Lagann that mostly centered around Boota and I was pretty much begged to share my thoughts but I haven’t had the time to create a great big post about it. Well I’ve finally taken some time compose my thoughts on it with the help of a few screens. Now I will say this as a little disclaimer; this is my head canon, I have -some- proof but no definitive way of saying this is 100% legit. But logically it all makes sense to me. This is also why I want a 3rd season, a prequel to the series, to either confirm or disprove my theories.
First off; why exactly did Boota transform into a humanoid form towards the end of the series?
at trans boys who love boys: you are not disgusting. you’re not any less of a man than a cis boy who loves boys. you’re not a girl who fetishizes mlm relationships. you’re a boy who loves boys, and that’s definitely something to take pride in.
the first time i found out that quentin tarantino has a foot fetish, i looked long and hard at a picture of him, looked into his eyes, and realized that somewhere, deep down, i had always known this
Why do people never talk about the part of depression when you just don’t want anything anymore? Everybody talks about when it hurts like hell, when you cry, when you cut, when you take drugs, when you break down. But no one ever talks about when you just lay down in your room, with a hole inside of you that you don’t know how to fill, and you don’t want to do anything even the things you usually like. So you just spend your day kinda waiting for it to end. And it’s horrible because you feel empty and guilty for that at the same time.