This is the fifth overall time I’ve come out as a lesbian (to myself among others) and I keep asking myself… why do we need to keep having this conversation? Why do I keep hoping, PLEADING, that I could make it work with a man only to come back here again?
Accepting I like women was so easy. I was five years old. My best friend’s older sister was the love of my life. From then on I knew I liked girls.
Accepting I DON’T like men is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Through so many broken relationships with men where I’ve kept thinking, “if I just keep trying eventually I’ll be attracted to him,” “if I pretend he’s a woman then I can kiss him,” “he likes me so much I should at least give him a chance,” the concept of being a lesbian has been this terrifying thing. It’s like…if I’m a lesbian then I’ll never have that perfect little life that I’m supposed to have with the husband, 2.5 kids, picket fence, whatever.
Do I even want that life? I’m not sure. I want to work. I want to travel. Writing is my life. But it’s been so drilled into my head that, because I’m a woman, my worth is DEFINED by being the object of a man’s affection. A woman is worthless unless she can serve a man…
I don’t know. I’m trying to break out of the patriarchal mold of linking my selfhood and worth to a man’s approval but it’s so hard.
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im so insane about this little movement between these two here like the way morty notices rick kinda start to slip through the door and almost like instinctively leans toward him and when he then falls over onto the bottles morty just falls over himself to stay close to rick with his arms stretched out toward him . theyre like magnets to eachother have you noticed that how they’re like always moving based off where the other is and what he’s doing and they never go for more than like 10 seconds tops without glancing at the other trying to figure out what he’s thinking and acting accordingly
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krypton is a gaping hole in kal-el.
clark kent is, according to his driver’s license and his about me blurb that prints increasingly smaller on his corner of the new dailyplanet.com, a classic sweetheart from western kansas with a bachelors in journalism and a one bedroom half bath three streets and a bus ride away from the daily planet in the heart of downtown metropolis. clark kent is celebrating his recent win - getting the printer to work without the hinge suffering a sheer fracture - with an extra sugar packet in his second cup of joe for the day and humoring his next desk neighbor’s heckling over it.
kal-el — superman — is the man receiving the mayor’s accolades with the world and the laser focused glare of the police chief weighing on his shoulders. according to, kal-el is,
clark kent is the well-meaning dork who never quite grew into his size and was bullied in high school, when asked he recounts being too sickly to join the football team and too unpopular to get over it. clark kent arrives early and works late to work off his four and a half years of student loan debt. clark kent has childhood friends, and an ex-girlfriend, and a budding romance with the abrasive, dyslexic, isn’t-she-just-lovely lois lane at the desk next to him who’s recently recruited him as her partner-in-foiling-crime.
superman — kal-el — has a baby blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a hunk of metal in a barn a couple thousand miles away, and a name with syllables even his mother can’t pronounce. a logo on his chest that he does not know and a dedication to love and truth and saving that is deeply, entirely human.
krypton is an aching absence in kal-el. krypton is the word he carries in his mind for when he fumbles his keys and almost breaks the doorknob, for when he hunches and smears his glasses. krypton is the lack of an explanation. krypton is, simply put, not. krypton is to kal-el not what kansas is to clark kent. kansas excuses the overfriendliness and the impromptu vacation days “to care for his ailing mother” and the handiness with a tractor. krypton is the torch they carry alongside their pitchforks when the bludgeoning begins. krypton is the response when the tragedy is unpreventable, when the wariness pitches into fear.
krypton is the world he holds in his heart when he can’t help but wonder. krypton is the sword his enemies hold over his head — a condemnation, a promise, a hope — and lord over him. the world is trapped in memories not his own, preserved in the perverted motives of those who would trade lives for tradition.
krypton is, later, eventually, a bridge. kal-el, an ambassador from a culture he’s borrowed to the one he was fated. clark kent, a haven. krypton is a girl in a spaceship of her own, fleeing from a krypton that was.
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My dad passed away unexpectedly just over a month ago. Last summer, he talked about wanting to commission me to draw a self portrait so that he'd have art of (and by) me. I was so distracted at the time that I kept forgetting to sort out the details with him, and then I started uni classes and I never got around to working on it. I've spent the last month kicking myself for not having done it as soon as he brought it up. I was so sure I'd have more time.
I used to think that he was disappointed that I was so set on pursuing art as a career, but I've realised lately that even if he was disappointed at first, he did so much to support my decision. He helped me through the process of dropping out of college so that I could start over with a different degree. He always showed interest in my art, asking about how my wips were going and if he could see the drawings and paintings I'd been working on for school. He wanted to commission me even though I would've happily drawn things for him for free. I wish I hadn't doubted that he was always proud of me.
I don't know what comes after death. I don't know if I really believe that he is watching over me, but I'd like to think he'll see this drawing somehow.
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So I don't know if it was ever revealed how Duncan felt when we killed Malistaire all three times but I'm wondering if maybe some part of him could hate us for that too. Like you hear that and you go "but why. Malistaire was terrible and even Duncan knew that(?). Why would he hate you for getting rid of him."
But like I think it's so....... interesting in a very, very, very sad way how Duncan so easily latches onto anyone who directly feeds into his delusions of grandeur. And that's no fault of his own that he was manipulated by the nasty Schism but when you think about how desperately clung to the idea that Malistaire, easily one of the greatest necromancers any of us had ever heard of (at that time), somehow actually recognized Duncan's talents (even when canon supports that Duncan wasn't all that talented, at least no more than the next necromancer) and then praised him for it so often that Duncan believed that he would be the next Death Professor is. I mean ☹️
So like with that mindset I unfortunately feel like it would be quite easy to twist even Malistaire's death as something that's horrible and awful and all our fault. ESPECIALLY if the Schism was feeding into Duncan's already broken mind and shattered ego and was constantly telling him that everything bad that ever happened to him ever in his life was Our Fault. That's like a realistic conclusion that someone like Duncan could come to
And like, at this point in time, are Malistaire's crimes even a factor in how he thinks????? Was Duncan ever able to separate Malistaire's talent and skills and prowess from the terrible and awful things he did? If Duncan wasn't able to consciously tell that distinction in the first place I can't imagine it would be any better during the years he was being manipulated and isolated and lied to
Like in Duncan's mind it probably isn't, "maybe I shouldn't idolize a national criminal, or idolize anyone at all for that matter, and aspire to be like someone so harmful when I can recognize my own talent and build from there" it's probably more like, "you (the wizard) permanently got rid of a brilliant mind, an innocent person who just made a few mistakes, and someone who believed in me no matter what just so that you could be the better than me and loved by everyone else" and that's! very sad actually!
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