A couple of days ago I made an account on Twitter to post Rogue And Gambit screencaps and clips from X-Men ‘97 (2024)
If anyone is still on Twitter and wants to follow my antics, you can find me @ romycomfort <3
I picked a terrible time to make this account.
UPDATE ❗️
I’m no longer @ romycomfort I changed my @ to roguegambit97
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Everybody on their life saying that remus would be *that* kid in school when we all know it's virgil
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taking a moment of silence for your guy's monte carlo draw. i'm so sorry, i don't think anyone got worse.
#prayfortaylor
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Nothing says well adjusted like getting high with your queer ex in the bathroom of the church that traumatized both of you
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How's your holiday going?
hahahahahahahahahaha
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in case you were curious about how much i love these blorbos i’m ten minutes in currently and just had to pause to cry because mobius was a jet ski salesman on the timeline. there are actual tears coming out of my fucking face right now.
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Wonder how people would react if I started making jokes about my ED online one day. I never talk about it here. Probably seem like it’s coming out of nowhere, and it’s not… conventional, it’s Pavlovian. It’s not an obsession with body image or food or anything. Eating sets off my digestive problems a lot of the time, brain associates eating with pain, brain decides “OK, we’ll do less of that” and doesn’t check in with the rest of me first.
There’s a lot of humor to be found in having an ED that docs who specialize in EDs don’t know what to do with. In a brain that sometimes decides not to perform a basic function of living for a while. In a body that I hate, not because I have body image issues (I actually like how I look,) but because my body has made it clear that the feeling is mutual. In the sheer, boundless levels of spite I find myself carrying a lot of the time.
I mean, if the choice is between laughing at the absurdity of it all or giving into despair over things that are completely out of my control… laughter every time, right?
But when I joke in real life, everyone just gets very uncomfortable. And I never post about it on here.
…and if anyone bothers to read this, please don’t ask me for a joke. I’m having a rotten fucking day and already wore out my sense of humor somewhere in the middle of typing up the giant rant about this that I decided not to post. Right now, I’m just bitter & frustrated about everything.
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