signs that j*cob is probably a good person

  • used the singular they to refer to someone he didn’t know very well and when asked to clarify the person’s gender, he didn’t
    • suggests he might understand that you can’t assume a person’s gender based on physical appearance
    • or it suggests he knows that nonbinary people are real and valid
    • or both
  • made it clear that he doesn’t think people, particularly women, should have to force their bodies to look a certain way, especially by the means of waist-training or corset wearing (ie, things that physically deform the body) and that people (women) should just let their bodies do what they naturally do
    • suggests he thinks society’s obsession with physical beauty and perfection is ridiculous and detrimental
  • is aware that it’s not okay to make sexually suggestive remarks to women, especially women he doesn’t know very well, and that it’s his responsibility, as a man, to monitor, assess, and edit his thoughts/what comes out of his mouth to ensure he doesn’t make the women around him uncomfortable 
    • suggests he might not be a total piece of shit

this is the bare minimum but you know what cishet white dudes tend to be very disappointing and so far he has risen above the cishet white dude topscum


Corn on the cob become kernels

Plucked from an army in rows

You can buy silhouettes of cowboys

Stuff hay in my clothes to scare crows


Store all of your possibilities and contingencies

Like a catbird in a hot tin bin

Put fucks you would have given for travels, into mutual bonds and mutual travesties

Minimax for a game theory win

Count your pennies and count your calories

Kissing your gift horse in the mouth taint a sin

But I’d rather have my popcorn now,

So let me in, let me in, let me in


make me choose | anonymous said: sizzy or clace? blackfriarbridge said: clace or wessa?

“And now I’m looking at you, and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”


“As she shoved seraph blades into the tops of her boots, her mind was on Alec and the look they’d shared as he’d gone out the door. It wasn’t the first time she’d watched her brother leave, knowing she might never see him again. It was something she accepted, as a part of her life; it wasn’t until she’d gotten to know Clary and Simon that she’d realized that for most people, of course, it was never like that. They didn’t live with death as a constant companion, a cold breath down the back of their neck on even the most ordinary days.