Oh Yes It's That Time Of Year Again

she’s right

I have fallen into a fandom/fanboy phase more extreme than I’ve experienced in years. I finally got around to watching Arcane, and now I can’t stop thinking about Viktor and Jayvik. Looking at Arcane and Jayvik fanart and memes, I feel like I’m 13 and discovering fandom and shipping for the first time again!

if you're gonna get into star trek you gotta understand that YES when it works it's some of the best anything ever put to television. but you gotta understand. it absolutely does not always work. you cannot truly love star trek unless you accept the fact that while more than half of the episodes are good, a not-insignificant portion of trek episodes -- especially from the most widely-beloved classic series -- are actually dogshit and terrible. and I would recommend that you love those episodes too

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

need 2 dance with someone in the kitchen. homosexually

I hate how certain acts of affection are seen as inherently romantic, when it’d be lovely to do these things just for a friend. Why can’t I give my friends flowers platonically? Maybe I walked past a flower that I know they love the smell of and picked it off the bush so they could have it. Forcing these acts into being strictly romantic severely limits them, does it not?

Ok, forget all that fandom nonsense, I was sent the most ridiculous image I've seen in m entire life to the point I couldn't even breathe from how hard I was laughing and my brain has been reset.

Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

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