Anti-cheating culture is so profoundly monogamous that you end up attacking happy polyamorous people. “Real men are loyal to one girl and don’t have side hoes,” “you only ever need one girl in your life,” and “if you flirt with other people while in a relationship you’re an awful boy/girlfriend” has a detrimental effect on people who have never cheated in life by reminding them that their happy relationships containing more than two people are awful in your book. You tell them that they are bad and that their relationships aren’t as good as yours.
It is okay to be anti-cheating but the point should be the lying and lack of consent, not the number of people.
Any story claiming to be a deconstruction of fairy tales but has nothing to offer except new types of violence, more explicit sex, and a general attitude of “lol happy endings aren’t real” is like. such a cultural waste of time tbh
15:47 sometimes the words i can’t say build walls in my throat, post guards to lean against my teeth, an oppression that forces my thumbs to tap out text messages i never let myself send [UNSENT]
15:48 you take my scarf every morning. i think you like how it smells. i think you notice that i notice. i don’t think you notice that i take yours too [UNSENT]
16:10 yess i got the milk, blue like you asked. did you want me to grab bread? [SEEN 16:11]
23:45 every conversation we have is a complicated mess of maybe and could be and i wish it would be [UNSENT]
00:59 sometimes i think i can hear you breathe through the walls. your sighs shake the foundations of our house and they rattle my bones. i hate that you’re unhappy and i hate that i could help if i just opened my mouth to tell you i love you because i do. i do. i just can’t say it yet [UNSENT]
03:09 the last time you told me you loved me it was because i’d stubbed my toe and then flailed around the room like we were on a boat rolling over the waves and i had nothing to hold onto but your laughter and so i prolonged the moment, drew out the pain just to see you smile for a little longer. i didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. how to say it back [UNSENT]
08:05 you took my scarf again and i took yours. i watched you through the window as you flung yourself from the front door. tonight i’ll roll my eyes like i always do when i pull it from your neck. i’ll laugh because it’s a habit by now and we’ll linger in the silence that follows, two stars in the same sky but still thousands of light years apart [UNSENT]
22:05 that’s it. that’s enough. i can hear you crying through the wall we share. it’s muffled like you’re trying to hide it and it kills me that you think you need to. i’m putting the kettle on and we’re going to eat cake and i’m going to kiss the crumbs from your face, if you’ll let me [SENT] [SEEN 22:05]
07:00 i think that last night was the best night of my life. i love you. the weather woman said it might snow. i love you. don’t forget to take my scarf when you leave. i love you [SENT] [SEEN 07:01]
You know what? Part of what makes Lord of the Rings so great is that Tolkien knows how to end a story. You’ve been on this massive 1,200-page adventure and it has been sometimes joyous and funny and sometimes dark and hopeless, but crucially the story doesn’t end with everything just going back to the way things were before–because the world can’t come through a story like that unscathed and neither can the people who took part in it. It’s a good ending because it’s not a completely happy one. Momentous events should have consequences, and if you don’t let the reader have those along with the happiness and hope you’ve done them a sort of injustice. So take that lesson on storytelling from Tolkien. Write good endings. Write whole endings. Write real endings. Happiness is only part of that.
Cars 1: fun-but-serious typical Pixar story, has loveable characters and a real moral, ends on a happy note.
Cars 2: literal shit show ft. Micheal Caine, v bubbly and colorful, belongs on playhouse Disney.
Cars 3: Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I