pat pulling cap in by the sam browne for a kiss. cap doing the same with pat’s belt loops and his scarf. pat reaching up to wrap his arms around cap’s shoulders. cap looping his around pat’s waist. heads drooping onto each other’s shoulders during film club. hands finding each other’s in the dark.
🤨? What do you mean this didn’t happened in the movie?
(ID: A video slideshow of 3 images depicting Miles and Earth 42 Miles. Miles is tied up to a punching bag. 42 miles’ claw is in a tight fist on the left of his face.
the thing that i love so much about my relationship is that i feel absolutely zero pressure for us to be in eachother's pockets constantly. not just in the way that we like to have our own space sometimes but that i don't feel guilty for getting fixated on a project and not texting him or leaving him on read for a few hours. we have a system where i just say "i'm so sorry, i fell down the Art Hole again" and he says "that's ok, was the art hole fun, can i see what you did in there?". or if i have a feeling i'm going to draw until late at night i'll be like "pre warning, i might be in the art hole this evening" and when i'm done he's texted me goodnight anyway.
tldr: find someone who doesn't get mad at you for crawling into a hole and instead helps you out of the hole and asks what you saw down there
the reason so many modern ‘feminist’/’gay’ retellings of classic stories or mythology are shit is because no-one wants to actually engage with a work on its own terms anymore. nobody wants to actually analyse and dig into the themes of a work they just want to plaster over it with what they consider self serving and ‘trendy.’ so instead of actually ANALYSING what a myth could say about women, or gay people, or society at the time in general, it just gets rewritten again and again to say what the author wants it to say. braindead fucking culture