…I’m Bringing This Back Because I Feel Unwell— Chat Is This Them Or Am I Crazy???

…Close enough, welcome back Pidge from Voltron

What I’m trying to say is: I’m a crybaby, the tears flow freely and easily, you WILL catch me crying in the club

so many people are dead and so many of them should’ve kissed and I’m more devastated over one of those facts than the other.

“I’m fine with trans women but not in biological women’s spaces—“ separate but equal is not equal, pick up a history book.

Can’t you recognize how your ideologies and biases are reflected in people historically on the WRONG SIDE of the humans rights debate?

Whenever ao3 is down I go to tumblr to watch the girlies freak out and run around like its a city-wide blackout till the sun comes up and we can go back to loving thy neighbor and using microwaves again.

If I had no morals and an IQ higher than 56 I’d make such a good super villain.

What if you died and came back wrong then I died and came back wrong and then we lived having come back wrong in a one-bedroom apartment with a dog

What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:

I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of

yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.

I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.

Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?

No because the show isn’t even that good. It’s actually objectively bad. But at the core of it stands two men with such a complex and beautifully earnest bond it will keep the yaoi fans going for generations.

Do you ever think about when Rose got trapped in Pete’s World at the end of Doomsday, she might have waited for the rift to open again? That she would wait for Ten to come get her? And if someone tried to pry her away from the wall she wouldn’t let go. She would kick and scream and cry and eventually just sit in silence. For hours. That there must’ve been a moment, one single moment after hours of her waiting and hoping against all odds, that she knew he wasn’t coming to get her.

…And that the moment would’ve happened after five and a half hours.