Did You Know That Friday 13th Was Meant To Be A Really Good Lucky Day Meant For Fucking Because It Was

did you know that Friday 13th was meant to be a really good lucky day meant for fucking because it was dedicated to Freyja, the goddess of love and fertility and the patron goddess of Fridays

but then Christianity found out about it and were like “Fucking???? outside of marriage????? NO NO NO!!!” and decided it was a horrible terrible bad unlucky day and you need to be super careful of everything you do in case you die or some shit.

so thanks Christians for ruining everyone’s fucking fun

i feel like we’re always mischaracterising todd. this boy is not a shy and timid mouse who’s just in the movie to look cute and squish-able and be neil’s potential love interest!! every look portrayed by Ethan Hawke in this film shows todd’s internal feelings without the need for him to speak. todd anderson has found his voice, he is passionate about the people he loves, he is an observer, he is sharp. he is a guy willing to scour the seven seas, to walk across the earth on his bare feet, just to stand up for the people he loves, every blister and wound plastered all over the surface of his foot, a mark that makes his love for you so evident!! even if doing so makes him look like an embarrassment!! this boy won’t speak very much, but every word that escapes from the crooks of his mouth, every word he writes, is a loud cry yearning for someone to notice him, and to appreciate him for him. (which would’ve been neil 💔) todd anderson is so much more than we all illustrate him to be and we must realise that!!

Idk i kinda feel like todd anderson would like tpodg

I have to believe Todd grew up a poet still, just like I have to believe that, somewhere, Neil remains Puck on stage

but now there's condensation on the car windows at night, and the dark comes earlier, and outside is grey naked trees dirty boots crowded cafes red cheeks little bird and oh his stomach aches when he realises it's almost december again, although it is. almost december again every year. and he wrestles with bed sheets and gets a new haircut and weeps and drinks coffee and puts away the mattress after friends have slept over and another year has passed without. without. him. and he is fine and the air is so cold it cuts his throat when he laughs and he laughs and its december and the birds are long gone to warmer places.

Sometimes life rewards your most difficult challenges (school) with the greatest rewards (mac and cheese and video essays)