adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
it’s really weird how all the touted historical examples of “women” who “pretended” to be men seem to fall into two extremes:
1. women who did it for maybe a couple years at most on an extremely limited basis and usually not full time, died as women.
2. people who were men 100% of the time their whole adult lives and made explicit instructions to a trusted person to ensure they were remembered as a man even after death.
gee it’s almost like these two groups were totally separate and have completely different motivations or something. almost like it’s super obvious the 2nd category were all trans men and the only reason they aren’t remembered as men is due to transphobia.
one of my favorite tropes is when a character is talking in the foreground and something happens in the background that directly contradicts what they’re saying
foreground: character is talking about how they pride themselves on being a good parent
background: character’s 3 year old son starts a car and speeds off