Huberto. he/him. 18 + only. Tengo Puerto Rico en mi corazón. Multi-fandom mish mash. I like cats and boats and bodies of water. 30s. Let me know if you need tags.
Sometimes ADHD plus the need to be Useful will mean that you somehow spend six hours helping out in the wheelhouse and a contingent of your crewmates will think you straight up left.
I didn't leave I was just.... up there for six hours straight....
being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.
Planning to start watching Black Sails finally and unfortunately I find Charles Vane hot.
I know I know I knowwww
I'm not proud of this.
In my defense I don't have any sort of context for him or info about his character so my brain really is just seeing him without a shirt and shorting out...
I had a realization while sitting in traffic today.
My freeze response frustrates me sometimes but it saved my life in my youth by stopping me from getting into fights I couldn't win. They were fights I deserved to win but there was no way I could have won them. I lived to fight another day.
I love the cat BTS because Ed is being silly and "cool" in the dorkiest possible way with the crew again. It's similar to his rigging jump in S1 and I love it.
Between that and the bathtub discussion with Archie in S2Ep6 I feel like Ed's relationship with the crew got a chance to heal.
Trauma and grief are so strange because they are absolutely not on our schedules. Ten years ago when this traumatic stuff happened, I was so consumed by the brain melting horror of the experience and so busy trying to stay alive and employed that I didn't get to be sad and small and tired and all the things that might have made me feel better. I couldn't process comfort because my brain was was noping out due to horror.
And now it's ten years later and I've processed it enough where I'm like "okay, I can be sad and scared and small and tired now."