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@midnightmathias
Me and who?🩸
Happy Pride
Man I days like this I could Really use a delusional young man who believes himself to be an 84 yr old vampyr
Sigh
I yearn for Martin Mathias
let’s talk MARTIN!
So, I spent a long time researching things that could possibly explain the “sickness” Martin supposedly has since we all know he isn’t actually a vampire. some may think he’s just psychotic boy who seen one too many vampire movies which in a sense may be true due to the black and white flashbacks seen within the movie, but there has to be more to it don’t you think?
I recently found out that there was a novel version and I finished it a week ago. Long story short, Martin isss… ANEMIC!!
Although not necessarily stated that Martin is anemic, just this alone implies it.
My Martin (1977) novelization came in~~
❤️I love him so much❤️ he needs so much help
Yeah
Guys will you be mad at me if I switch my backgrounds to Ash Williams on my blog? Because I'm hyperfixated on Evil Dead, Ghostbusters, Martin (1977), and Re-Animator all at the same time but Tumblr only allows one image and not multiple and putting four hyperfixations into one big collage of an image feels too daunting and intimidating to do and I just know it would piss someone off....
I’ve taped Martin to the wall as a sacrifice to my repressed anger towards my deceased mother. Go my paper plushie Martin substitute punching bag. Go ❤️
❤️I love him so much❤️ he needs so much help
Petition to stop making me do acid precipitation hashtag I want a different job
I will do it for you.
Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:
no white gay will reblog this
no white lgb person will reblog this
Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.
and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”
but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?
The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this
My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-it’s our history people.
Marsha P. Johnson allegedly died of suicide in 1992, and her death was never investigated. Even I, a mere prole, could catch the “she was murdered” vibes from the circumstances surrounding the discovery of her body.
Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.
R E M E M B E R
And whatever you do, don’t watch that awful movie Stonewall. Go watch a documentary on Marsha P. Johnson instead.
there’s a wonderful documentary on netflix called the death and life of marsha p. johnson! very powerful watch.
every white person ever should reblog this
Official graveyard post. +Bonus
✊🏿🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
why do we never hear about this?
The POC members of our community are the foundation!!!!!!!!
Always up for helping spread some important history
Same, especially when it’s about one of my favorite historical figures
I wish I could have shared all the books I love and the simple little things about life with you. Of all the things that came along like stray animals in my life and found a home in my heart and soul. How I wish you could've walked around in my mind.
I'm nearly bursting at the seams, wanting to go on and on in little rambles about everything. But then I remember that you're not there. Sometimes it feels like a ghost is haunting me.
I know you're haunting me, and I really don't mind. Please, stay and walk around in my mind. You don't even have to utter a word to me at all.
I think I'm falling in love. I'm stupidly falling in love again. I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid of my emotions. I'm afraid. So afraid.
I remember looking out the window once, of seeing the telephone poles blurring by as the clouds in the blue sky slowly moved on and on for miles at a time in the Texas countryside. The sun felt warm on my skin. The wind was blowing in my face as the radio blared. And we drove on and on for hours. There were native flowers growing on the side of the road, too. And it felt like home. I strangely feel that way around you. I feel that strange warmth of a homely feeling I can't quite put my finger on.
But knowing now that it's all gone, I'm not sure how to feel. I'm not really sure how I feel at all. But melancholia sounds like a particularly pretty word in my mind right now. I think I'm feeling that right now. The words in my mind always sound pretty even if they're tragic. It's all so profound...the sadness and despair I feel over you, I mean. I love so deeply and intensely, it causes me pain.
Martin is such a nice name. I like how it falls off my tongue. It reminds me of the taste of blood, black dahlias, and dark chocolate. I don't know why. I simply don't know why I'm feeling and thinking these things at all in particular, Martin.
how come that in two of the many movies that I like, they’re both from the 70’s, and they have really hot/pretty women in them… what the fuck
Christina (Martin 1977)
Mrs. Santini (Martin 1977)
Barbara Coard (Black Christmas 1974)
Jess Bradford (Black Christmas 1974)
Clare Harrison (Black Christmas 1974)
Phyllis Carlson (Black Christmas 1974)
oh. And the men too. They all look like lesbians on testosterone. 🤤🤤🤤🤤
seriously though I have got to stop watching these 70’s movies otherwise I’m gonna have a fateful stroke from the bisexual attacks I keep getting from these damned movies