awards shows are ridiculous and asinine and are everything wrong with the entertainment industry. that is unless my favorites win in which case awards shows are wonderful and objective and are arbiters of merit and justice in a world devoid of true talent recognition
So. I did not realize that I had unresolved 9/11 trauma until 6 fighter jets flew super low right over me for the nascar races today while I was driving to work and I burst into tears and sobbed hysterically the next 10 miles 😵💫🤧
team marry | fill for the @stevetonygames bingo square “truth”.
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Somehow, this is where they end up, always, on the rooftop of the Avengers Tower.
It started as coincidence, Tony stumbling onto the concrete floor drunk just to see Steve perched on the edge of the roof, shoulders hunched, looking down at the city like he’s never been as lost; and then it was Steve, shivering in the chilly evening air as he emerged, spotting Tony lounging on a beach chair not far away.
At first, they’d ignored each other’s existence, then they’d started enjoying each other’s company in silence, until one day they were chatting and laughing with sweet wine on their tongues, un-alone in the space they’d created together.
They’ve spilled more secrets here as the night hung low over their shoulders than even in the privacy of their bedrooms, and they’ve been more honest and fragile as morning light bloomed over the horizon, mourning lost things and lost people, than they have ever been with anyone else.
So on this night, with tears running down their faces following the confessions of grief, pain, and heartbreak, when they lean towards each other and close the only remaining space between them, tasting salt on the other’s lips, and Steve breathes I love you in tandem with their rabbiting heartbeats—
how i sleep at night knowing my chest is naturally bone-flat, i don't have any disgusting lumps of fat on my chest AT ALL and all the p00ners get scars on their chests to imitate me, only to end up failing miserably and looking like a grotesque parody of my reality:
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putting the obvious anti-transmasculinity aside because i think it speaks for itself, i’d just like to point out the fatphobia (and general wrongness) of acting like “bone-flat” is the ideal and no real men have fat on their chests. like, i hate to break this to you but my very cis dad has a bigger chest than me now, as does pretty much every other cis man in my family, because it’s completely normal for cis men to have fat on their chests and the existence of that fat is not disgusting. “bone-flat” shouldn’t be the ideal for like…pretty much any part of the body because having some degree of muscle and fat tissue to pad out your skeleton is literally just part of having a body. if you really think having any fat whatsoever on a given part of your body is disgusting, i genuinely fear for your well-being because that’s…not good.
also, y’all really have to chill with the emojis if you want anyone to even remotely consider taking you say seriously. i refuse to believe you don’t see how silly it makes you look. you must know we’re all just laughing at you.