I’m sorry for such a belated reply to this anon! I was excited about replying but was waiting to be in the mood to do a lengthier reply.
Jack’s well aware of the age difference between him and Bitty. He knows it doesn’t matter, not really. As you get older, age differences between you and potential partners become more common place. His dad is several years older than his mom and it doesn’t affect their relationship, not that he’s seen at least.
The difference between his father and his mom and him and Bitty though, is that his parents both led unconventional careers. His mom did go to Samwell, and had a lot of treasured experiences there, but she also was balancing working as an actress and model. Sacrifices of her normal college-life were made by herself for herself.
Jack knows Bitty likes spending time with him, and not just for his double oven kitchen. Despite the fun they have together though, Bitty is also still in college. He’s experiencing a lot of firsts, making those college memories that Jack got to make for himself and hears his mom talk about (again, and again, and again). He deserves to opportunity to get schwasted at kegsters and go tray sledding down the hill by library. He should be able to be do all these without worrying about if he’s spending enough time with Jack. It would be selfish for him to expect Bitty to make concessions in his college experience on his behalf.
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shadowhunters appreciation outfits: Isabelle Lightwood in “Malec”
“if trump loses will clinton really be any better?” YES. yes holy shit why is this even a question yes she will fucking be better!!!! have you read her policy!!!! have you paid attention to what she’s saying!! you may not like her but she wants women to have access to abortion, she wants gun control, she doesn’t want to overturn same-sex marriage. she doesn’t want to ban muslims from immigrating to the country. like the amount of hatred for hillary clinton is honestly insane when your other option is donald trump
I can’t believe I have to say this
It is NOT ok to create fanfictions/ headcanons/ other types of fan content about the Orlando Shooting. It is rude and disrespectful.
I mean as long as you’re using fic not to romanticize tragedy but instead process grief, I don’t see what’s wrong with it.
If you’re writing Orlando inspired fic ask yourself whether or not you’re describing the incident itself, placing characters in the traumatic event for the sake of drama, OR are you describing he aftermath only to show how characters you care about feel and react and mourn the same way you do?
One relives the trauma;
The other grieves and processes it.
One is written by an outside spectator;
The other is written by someone within the lgbtqa community.
One entertains through shock value;
The other ignores shock (we’ve been through enough already) and focuses on small moments of healing.I agree. Fanfiction, fanart, etc are art. There are many reasons people make art. One is to process difficult emotions. Another is to be exploitative and sensational. As long as you’re doing the former, not the latter, I don’t see a problem.
are you a ‘give her roses’ or ‘give her chocolates’ sapphic? are you a stargazing or picnic in the park sapphic? are you a cute coffee shop date or an intimate restaurant date sapphic?
okay so i’ve procrastinating watching the Hamilton performance at the Tonys because my love of this show has transmuted into something that is so strong it hurts a little? like participating in the hamilton fandom outside of just listening to the soundtrack hurts me a little because i love it so much
also i haven’t been able to even have feelings about orlando yet and i still can’t have feelings about it so
but watching their performance of fucking YORKTOWN without their muskets like fucked me up on a deep and visceral level for reasons i can’t understand yet and i’m sitting here on my couch probably 80% crying because Hamilton and Orlando and a lot of things
they did yorktown without guns in their hands
i thought they were just gonna remove the gunshot noises but
no guns in their hands
im Having Feelings
i always see “seven+nico and reyna” posts but grover and rachel are my faves so,
things you need to know when talking to me:
- i talk really fast
- i mumble
- sometimes i talk really fast and mumble at the same time
- sometimes the words from my head don’t transfer right to my mouth so i sometimes just speak nonsense and im the only one who gets what im saying
- have fun trying to understand me
- i repeat stories a lot bc nothing interesting happens to me but i want to be validated
marvel: finally…… we have created the ultimate plot twist
me: you fucked up a perfectly good captain america is what you did. look at him. he’s a nazi
Can you tell the metronome story? Idk it
gaytectives-deactivated-deactiv:
ajdlfhkajgf okay. so
in high school i was in the marching band and in my junior year i was co-section leader and i carried a metronome in my backpack to use in rehearsals after school
to preface this story, the day before The Event we had a lockdown because there was a “suspicious person” circling the building (it was a confused parent. i spent two hours in the percussion closet. can you fuckign image, with my level of anxiety. anyway) so everyone was kind of on edge
so in this particular year of high school i had math first thing in the morning, which was awful, so i liked to go visit my english teacher because she was my favourite and i liked hanging out with her in my free time. so i set my backpack down and i leave the room
it gets close to time for class to start and i start heading back to the classroom, and @starrymonk and another friend of ours come running up to me and they tell me that our math teacher thinks my backpack has a bomb in it
apparently, when i set down my backpack, the metronome was in the bottom and got turned on and started beeping
now bombs haven’t fucking beeped or ticked since the goddamn 1960s but fuck that logic, our math teacher was actually. fucking ild and had never heard of an electric metronome in her life and was shouting at students to evacuate the wing
so im running up and trying to explain to this fucko that the beeping in ¾ time at 120bpm is not, in fact, a bomb, but a device for making sure my section is in time, but she’s fucking losing it and makes us evacuate to the cafeteria
the students in the cafeteria are losing their shit. yesterday they thought they were going to be the next victims of a school shooting and today they think they’re going to die via metronome bomb. im running around trying to find a fucking sane faculty member while simultaneously telling everyone i run into, “it’s not a bomb, it’s A FUCKING METRONOME”
i finally find the vice principal and tell him, “dude, it’s not a fucking bomb, it’s a metronome, you know me, i’m in the band, literally there are only like five hundred fucking students in this school you know exactly who i am”
so he grabs me and another staff member and we start heading back toward the wing with the fake bomb, and already the three officers that we have patrolling the school (because of the incident the previous day) and the principal are gathered near the classroom and they shout at us to stop at the end of the hall (which is no more than fifty feet from the classroom, if that, and yeah that’s totally far enough to save us in the event of a bomb going off, right)
so the vp shouts to them that i think it’s a metronome, and i’m like no, i know it’s a metronome it’s my backpack and im a band student for the love of god
so they’re like nah we’re gonna call bomb squad
so fucking, i’m sent back to the cafeteria and this is how things happen as my band director filled me in later that day
apparently, the principal calls my band director down at the opposite end of the school and he’s like “hey darren, could you identify the sound of a metronome over the phone???” and my band director has no clue what’s happening because he isn’t involved in this nonsense, he doesn’t have a class during first period and was probably napping in his office, but he’s like “yeah, probably??” and the principal holds the phone up to the noise and my band director says it sounds like a metronome
skipping about an hour of hysteria and me telling everyone repeatedly that they aren’t going to die, the intercom comes on and tells the student body to gather in the gym for an assembly, presumably so we can all die in one place when the metronome bomb goes off
i’m still telling everyone i can grab that the bomb isn’t real and we aren’t going to die, and then i sit in the bleachers, possibly the angriest i have ever been, while everyone gathers in the gym
the principal and other important faculty whoever the fuck come in and start talking about the previous day’s incident and how tensions are high, so someone may have been stressed and mistakenly thought a metronome (which he pronounced as “metrodome,” which i like to think of as a giant beeping sports stadium) was a live fucking bomb
meanwhile i see the doors to the gym open and my band director slides in. he looks around for a minute, then sees me, and fucking grins like the asshole he is and starts edging his way around the room to me
when he gets over to me, he turns to face the people talking about threats and mistakes and bullshit to cover the fact that they know nothing about music education
and then slowly and slyly he pulls my metronome out of his pocket and hands it over to me, and then separately hands me the two batteries to it and starts giggling
