let's be real, being guillermo's friend/partner irl would suck ass. he's a manipulative serial killing embezzler who is having an emotional affair, plus he's constantly busy with his kid/creature that crawled out of the chest cavity of his dead friend + his undead three stooges.

HOWEVER

being his cousin would slap so fuckin hard man. every few weeks: "cousin memo's here and he's brought the five most attractive people you've ever met, an autistic child, and 50 grand cash." he barely comes to any family events but when he does you get to share gay judgemental looks w/ him. he keeps making you garlic bread and he bought you nunchucks. his trunk has a corpse in it.

I feel like gender nonconformity is often taken to mean like. presenting as the opposite of whatever your assigned gender is. like as an afab lesbian if I want to be gnc that means I have to dress super masc. but I think for me at least gender nonconformity is more about completely divorcing yourself from any expectations of gender presentation one way or the other. I can dress masc or femme or androgynous, I can wear makeup or not and shave my pits but not my legs, I can be whatever I want to be on any given day without regard for what I’m “supposed” to wear. when I first started really thinking about my relationship with gender there was a period of time where I felt to be valid I had to dress really butch or it didn’t count, and if I wore a skirt that meant I’d been faking it. but I didn’t WANT to dress super butch all the time. I didn’t want to be butch or femme or androgynous or or or or, I wanted to wear what I wanted when I wanted. ultimately I gave up trying to pin down and put a name on my gender identity. I said to hell with it all. my pronouns are what they are and I dress however I dress and I don’t owe it to anyone to define any of that. my gender nonconformity isn’t a nonconformity with femininity specifically; it’s a nonconformity with any sort of gendered rules of presentation. and that was a really freeing thing to figure out. and I think that in online queer communities there’s really this pressure to put a label on everything and to identify as a specific thing and to prove your validity within your identity. non-binary doesn’t have to mean androgynous. gnc doesn’t have to mean butch. and I guess this pride month I’m just really thinking about that, that really all that being queer is about is saying a big fuck it to it all and just…existing, however you want to exist. wear what makes you feel good. be whatever makes you feel good to be. to hell with it all.

You're lucky to have a cute co-worker but daily horny thoughts is definitely a mood!

Dude he's getting moved into my department and I don't know how I'm going to cope, he's a foot taller than me and has big ass shoulders and a tiny waist and he's smart and pretty 😭😭😭 I'm gonna die from horniness

just because you can sometimes purposefully pretend that bad writing is just due to characters acting a certain way--

(IE: "This mixup of the holiday dates is clearly the author's fault for not paying attention to their own worldbuilding, which isn't even complicated, and she literally just had them correct not even twenty pages ago, but for the sake of my sanity I'm going to pretend this character is just lying to be an asshole")

--does not mean that bad writing is always "the character's fault". And the above "for the sake of my sanity I'm going to pretend this is the character's fault" is for your sake only. It's not to be brought up to defend the writing itself, which you know is filled with inconsistencies and wouldn't know the meaning of "continuity" if it bit them on the nose.

If someone is specifically asking for in-universe explanations for the glaring and painfully obvious continuity errors, then you should feel free to offer all the convoluted explanations you've come up with.

but these are not a substitute for actually acknowledging that the author has made mistakes and there are in fact a ton of continuity errors in the text, not because "it's the character's fault", but because the author wasn't paying attention or didn't understand what they were saying, or just straight up doesn't give enough shits about their own setting to bother with silly things like not screwing up timelines in ways that make no sense. (*cough* Jaxom *cough)

You can come up with in-universe explanations for the continuity errors.

But you shouldn't let those get in the way of admitting "Yes, the continuity errors exist because the author wasn't paying attention/doesn't understand what they're saying/doesn't take their own story seriously/has a problem with making all the protagonists Mary Sues/Ect.".

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I admire my crush's dedication to her craft. Like, yes, please. Give us what you want. I don't care what it is— I'm sure it's beautiful. My life has literally been in flames lately and I feel like I'm at war with everyone and everything around me. But every time I am reminded of her I do a little dance and a little giggle.

(Also, I don't need her to be here to feel her, you know. I see Warrior Nun, I'm reminded of her. I see my journal, I'm reminded of her. I see the bulk of romantic letters that I wrote for her, I'm reminded of her.)

I like the idea of the potential right now, of the fantasy. It is what keeps me from going insane (or maybe I already am) so let me have it. 😋

There's beauty in falling in love with the possibility. Tragedy, too, but I'm focusing on what makes me feel good right now. Dante Alighieri did it; so, will I.

Double Edged Dagger of Beauty

Dear fics that explore how Edward grew up always being hot shit (either physically being an attractive person, mentally with how good of a pirate he was, or having achieved so much at a certain age), and how insecure he is as he ages and loses what makes him 'special', I love you.

I think this is due to being raised as a woman, but so much of my life has been waiting to be enough. Hot enough for a partner, smart enough to be respected or strong enough to be worthy of someone's time. To not being seen as weak... But it's years later that I'm just starting to realize that I will never be enough if I keep waiting on someone to tell me I'm enough, you know?

Usually, these themes are explored in a mid-life crisis way, but I recently read a fic where Ed contemplates if he only earned respect/love from his crew/Izzy thanks to being an attractive person. That his worth is only tied to what he is as a shell. On the outside. Tying it back to canon by pointing out how as soon as Edward stopped being Blackbeard, he was alone, and Stede had to be the friendly face in his life, not his first mate or old crew.

Then he contemplates what his life would be like if he was nothing special, would he even still be alive? Would he have lasted 20+ years? This is all during a mental spiral, where he feels unconnected to his body. I don't know, but it hit really close to home.

I'd love to hear y'alls thoughts on this, start a whole conversation...Especially those who spend more time in Ed spaces than I do.

five is gay and arospec thank you for coming to my ted talk

Being trans is funny because all the guys who've ever had a crush on me are gay now

when like *very specific facial hair* is so gender but also if i ever get facial hair i will be Unhappy

Rotating the Aireichi dorm around in my mind like a carousel rn and just hmmm I want them to have more moments together

Questioning my sexuality over the strangest man ive ever met in my life <3

i do find it really funny actually that lots of sapphic terminology tends to evolve as a game of "spot-the-problem" whack-a-mole