She spends forty-odd years fat and single and obsessed with dragons and loving it and letting nobody give her any shits
And then she meets a dashing-if-drunken forty-something watchman and they think they’re too old for love but they are so, so, so wrong and their relationship starts with mutual respect and trust and grows into an incredible amount of love and affection
But she’s a fat goddess the whole time and there’s never anything wrong with that because the woman is a city
It was such a deep, deep shock to us all. Your father was a— a force to be reckoned with. He truly was. I would not presume to claim to have known him as such, but— but just being in his presence was enough to make it so clear just how formidable a person you were dealing with. What a— what a force to be reckoned with.
“When I’m trying to get a relationship together I’m the nicest person you could meet, my dear. I’m a peach! (However), The moment I find someone’s betrayed me I go the other way. Once I’m betrayed, I’m an ogre."
i just remembered one of the first vividly gay moments i had back in highschool when i was in denial. i was friends with two girls who were dating and one of them made the other cry for some reason all the time like all the time. and i was always trying to comfort the one who was crying. and one day i had the thought “i wouldn’t treat you like this.”
and my het™ oriented mind immediately rejected that thought like “too bad she’s a GIRL so you wouldn’t be dating her IN THE FIRST PLACE b/c YOU’RE TOTALLY STRAIGHT.”