Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

My good people, I give you: Amatonormativity.

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Transcript (with spaces added for accessibility):

“You and this perfect person, who you’ve never met before, to come out of nowhere, fit into your life perfectly, complete you, and make you whole for the first time in your life, like your mother did for me.”

And even though what he said sounds sweet and whatever, the way it manifested to my seven-year-old self is, “If you are not with someone, you are broken. If you are not with someone, you are incomplete. If you are not with someone, you are not whole.”

And that’s not just something that my dad made me feel, that’s something that we as a society for the last 40 years has made every single child feel. Every Disney prince has a princess, every princess has a prince, and every television show or movie always has a character in it that doesn’t want to be in a relationship. They’re happy with who they are. But guess what, by the end of the series? They were wrong! They were wrong for wanting to be alone, the fucking idiot!

It’s all to do with love. Everyone needs someone. And when you raise children in that world, where everything points towards love, when you’ve raised them for 18 fucking years, when you become an adult for the first time in your late teens and early 20’s, we’re so terrified.

We’re so trying to be an adult that some of us will take the wrong person, the wrong jigsaw, and force them into our jigsaws anyway. I’m going to force this fucking person into our lives because it’s much better to have something than nothing.

Then five years later, you’re stood looking at this jigsaw you don’t recognize, being like, “Ah! There’s a fucking cunt in the middle of this!” And in that moment, you have a very, very difficult question to ask yourself. Do I admit the last five years of my life have been a waste? Do I waste the rest of my life?

My generation has become so obsessed with starting the rest of their lives that they give up the one that they’re currently living. We have romanticized the idea of romance, and it is cancerous. People are more in love with the idea of love than they are with the person they are with. The worst thing you can do with your life is to spend it with the wrong human being.

I would like to point out that this is a fucking stand up special, and it’s said to have broken off hundreds of relationships. It’s also very funny in addition to being very insightful, it’s Daniel Sloss’s Jigsaw, it’s on Netflix.

“AH There’s a fucking cunt in the middle of this” I’m crying 🤣🤣

rohirric-hunter:

The purest expression of Love in Tolkien’s works is following

Sam follows Frodo into Mordor. Arwen chooses to follow Aragorn’s fate instead of the one she was born to. Amroth will not leave Middle-earth when Nimrodel cannot follow. Sam, Merry, and Pippin will not let Frodo leave the Shire alone. Beren and Lúthien follow each other into the darkest places in the world, or rather Beren goes, alone, repeatedly, and Lúthien pursues him with the same fervor that he once used to pursue her.

Tom Bombadil follows the river to find Goldberry and once he finds her he’s always following the path home to her; the only paths in the Old Forest that are dependable and constant are the ones that lead to his home and to Goldberry’s pool. “I have my house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting,” for him to follow her home at last.

Gimli follows Legolas and Galadriel into the West, and bears a love so powerful that he is the one exception to the rule; he bore no ring and yet is welcomed for the sake of his love for them. Sam swears to return to where he thinks Frodo died after the duty is done, but in that moment, the hardest thing is not the weight of the Ring or the fear of Sauron, but the burden of leaving him. Éowyn and Faramir stand together on the walls of Minas Tirith as they wait for the end. The Three Hunters push themselves to near impossible feats of endurance pursuing their friends when they are in danger. The ents constantly followed the entwives to their gardens, even though they didn’t care for them much, and the story goes that one day they will follow them and find “a land where both our hearts may rest”, a place where they can both be happy.

They go only because they would not be parted from thee – because they love thee, Éowyn whispers.

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end…. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word, Merry scolds.

Don’t go where I can’t follow, Sam weeps.

soracities:
“Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)
“[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.” ”

soracities:

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

A Hero’s Guide to Monsters

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster:

1.  Find a monster and give it a name.  Any name will do, people say that names have power, to be careful what to pick, but really, for this, any name.  To even hold a name is power enough.  Call it by that name until it begins to respond, only good things have names. Wait and it will become good.  

2.  Find a monster and bring it into your house.  Feed it at your table, make it eat with cutlery and crockery, sit up straight, elbows in.  Feed it so it is not restless, so it does not fall into monstrosity again.  Wait and it will become calm.  

3.  Find a monster and treat it gentle.  Show it goodness, calmness, kindness.  Never strike it, speak softly, make your way closer to it every night until you can sit beside it.  Women and tigers, old songs still sung by the fire, such an act has never been impossible. Wait and it will become soft.  

4.  Find a monster and sing it to sleep.  Ask it how its day went, how the people treated it.  Tell it that everything will be ok, that in the morning all its fears and sorrows will leave it and the birds will sing.  Tell it about the sun, about springtime and budding leaves.  Kiss its forehead every night and wake it up every morning.  Wait and it will become nothing more than a scared child.

5.  Find the person standing before you, a child wearing a monster’s face, trapped in a body all grown up and alone, and give it a hope, and give it a home. Let it leave knowing there’s a place for it to come back to. Let it return and curl up in front of the television with you and weep into your shoulder.  Make it popcorn and put chocolate on the popcorn and let it lick its fingers and fall asleep.  Cover it with a blanket.  Wait, and it will become nothing more than what it has always been.  All you did was peel back the darkness.  

6.  Find another monster, repeat.    

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