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vigilantsycamore

Tumblr pillow fight

Reblog to hit the person you reblogged this from with a pillow

purpleguitar

Girl Rules coming in March 2026

llmorsmordrell

#Holy heck okay #Their visuals tho #LingOrm

lal-wine

heart-eyes-motheracker

I was tagged by @gl-saveme (thank you!) to share my receiptify. I'm going to share both Spotify and last.fm, since the latter is combined music from every place I listen to it

Tagging @gentlemandyke @leet911 @magicalstripedhorse @falling-forever-in-a-hole @supergrrrl @glconnoisseur and anyone else who wants to share :)

magicalstripedhorse

thanks for the tag!

I'm tossing it over to @iden-tify, @eco-lumberjack, @shatterpath, @commander0fmyheart and anyone else who wants to join 🌻🎶

#Ooof exposing myself #Most of these are from the Thai GL IG reels etc and like... I'm a sap #So I put them in a playlist for me to listen to on repeat #And then naturally BP because they're awesome and I love the attitude on my way to boxing haha #sketchy rambles

jnkmaybe

this is what princess treatment looks like. 💖

jnkmaybe

i'm crying, p'din is so sweet. 🥹🤍

kaosjane

cr. maxup.makeup

gl-saveme

Fai: I approve of your marriage with Rose. And I also accept her as one of our family… and will no longer be against her too. [...] Lom: I really don't trust that smile.

THE EARTH (2026) | EP 4

#I've literally just been rewatching ep4 since it came out lol #I love the Wathinwanit cousins so much #No one take them away from me I will throw hands lol

heart-eyes-motheracker

Din: 😎

Lom: 😎

Nam and Fai:

powerfulwizard

I had a dream last night that I ran away from fascists and ended up at this farm that was full of this weird but very large prehistoric animal that was like a fluffy Tapir and I want to know if it actually exists. It was about the size of a Dairy Cow.

powerfulwizard

Like this but with big fluffy hair with white streaks

powerfulwizard

Oh my god

pamrak

no touchy! 😠 it's her wife's breakfast 😤

DIN, LOM and FAI // 4 ELEMENTS: THE EARTH, EP4

omg I had an ✨ idea ✨ and now I need to stick with it and finish because this is gonna be a cool print

#sketchy rambles #Kpdh print incoming y'all I'm holding myself hostage until it's done

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I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.

Truly my worst nightmare.

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Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:

Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.

My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.

Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.

So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.

On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, “Move! I will break your f-ing window!”

His first instruction.

Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.

Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.

I yelled, “I’m disabled!” at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, “Too late.”

I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.

I remembered mister Silverio Villegas González, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.

An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.

I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.

I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.

I was never asked for ID.

Never told I was under arrest.

Never read my rights.

And never charged with a crime.

Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word “bodies”, because that is how agents referred to us:

“We’re bringing in a body.”

“They’re bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put ‘em?”

“We can’t use that room, there’s already a body in there.”

You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you’re already being called a body.

Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, “Walk! You can do it, walk.”

Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.

When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, “You were driving, right? So your legs do work.”

I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.

It was denied.

When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.

The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, “We don’t wanna step on ICE’s toes.”

When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.

The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.

We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.

I am not afraid, and I’m not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.