Y’know the tv romance we never see anymore? Not the ‘will they won’t they’ but the ‘they were basically confirmed in the first five episodes but the show has been going on for six years now and the show runners think if they actually let them become a couple the show will peter out and die bc they have no other conflict ideas so the impossible tension gets stretched and stretched and they have three one night stands that are never mentioned again and confess their love twice but by the end of the show they only get together in the last episode and it’s really frustrating and disappointing for everyone involved’
I mean. Today I see canonically queer characters labeled as queerbaiting bc they don’t get together fast enough.
3 notes
·
View notes
❝ we’re both people who have had to cut our own way through the world. ❞
“Yes, but we shouldn’t of had to—“
It’s a rare slip in a conversation guided by shared experience. When she is otherwise non-privy to details, Salome does not often let the mask slip about how her abuse and abandonment have made her kind. Taught her things about both herself and the world that that strive to make her better than what her parents or the indenturing keepers taught her about others. And these are not untrue statements, or at least not wholly so.
But so rarely does she get to speak plainly on the anger it breeds. The lingering fear that even two decades later, she’ll still be stolen away and stripped of her ability to consent, then sold as little more than silage to the highest bidder for her family’s relentless aspirations. Salome’s knuckles blanching from the force exerted upon the arms of the chair in which she sits before cursing in her mother tongue, crossing her legs, and directing her focus on just about anything else.
“Our families should have loved us. Spoon fed us t’dream that our ambitions were something fucking worthy. Instead, a stray dog on t’street could have expected more kindness.” A flourish of something — an idle gesture of a hand — all an attempt to distract from the growing anger in her voice. “They sold us. Their own blood. And worse still, they’ll imagine y’as a monster when they’re the ones t’have the nerve t’haunt your life when all you want is to be free.”
Salome breathes a sigh that feels like it cuts through her like a dagger, and she hates it. Fingers drawn to her temple as she attempts to make sense of her thoughts. “I’ve made my own way, yes, but I’m fucking tired.”
1 note
·
View note
so me, @toastacringe and @anxiety-problem made a buncha like.. animal goofy thingys. taking animals and making them human…ish.. and ja, it’s pretty simple and people do it a lot but like.. we made a whole zoo.. like cal made 2 other jellyfish alongside boxy (the one in the shades—a box jellyfish..) it was very fun!! i will provide more info in the tags.. but for now…
spooooooookkyyyy leviiaathheennnn
6 notes
·
View notes
also the favoritism thing is still making me so fucking mad and insane btw. im not jealous / resentful of my brother bc he deserves her love and is also burdened in his own ways by it and bc i think my drama w my mom has shaped my life in profound ways and given me friends i cherish and i would never trade any of that for the world but jesus fucking christ. why do i have to beg you to interact with me like a mother. why do i have to talk to me at all beyond asking me to do you 847439473 favors a day. why do i have to beg you to take an interest in my life and apologize when you hurt me and be nurturing and perceptive for once in your fucking life. like it hurts to hear her asking him about his classes and whatever bc she didn’t think i was stressed out w school but i had to talk to a ****** hotline last decemver when i couldn’t take it anymore and my mental health was crashing and burning and it doesn’t even fucking matter to her at all and she’s going to get him the nice gifts and throw him the nice parties and whatever because she hates me and my sister for… and let me get this straight… being complicated and anxious and depressed and also girls. lol!
24 notes
·
View notes