Reading Nimona As A Small Child Who Felt Alone And Different And Hadn't Found Himself Versus Watching

reading nimona as a small child who felt alone and different and hadn't found himself versus watching the movie adaptation as a proud queer adult who's been through hell and back and learning to love themselves in spite (or hell, even because) of it all.

brainrot continues!

i love when people follow me like i just want to apologize

every other week i forget tumblr exists y'all aren't getting anything good out of this

I put so much heart and soul into this it’s not even funny.

it's not like genuine enthusiasm from me is few and far between - but i don't think anyone's seen the crux of it until we are watching media i care about directly next to each other.

like one of my friends told me once that i started talking so fast and moving around so much when they asked me to explain something about scrooge mcduck and goldie o'gilt's dynamic that i started fucking frog blinking. blinking one eye at a time, if u don't know what that is. like my body could not keep up with me.

i have never for one second been normal about scrooge and goldie btw. just so you know. i can tell you every episode that goldie appears in and when/if she interacts with scrooge and what it says about their relationship.

yea. anyways

Also while we’re here I want everyone to appreciate that This

This wild, wonderful, beautifully animated and heartfelt queer story started here

Here, on tumblr, by an art student who’s wrestling with his identity, mental health, and religious trauma

Tell your stories, kids, you never know how many people will thank you for it