Repose en paix, dear Marjane Satrapi (1969-2026).
You were my goal during my teenage years. Photographs by Rahi Rezvani 🖤
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we're not kids anymore.
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Repose en paix, dear Marjane Satrapi (1969-2026).
You were my goal during my teenage years. Photographs by Rahi Rezvani 🖤
well well well if it isn’t the obvious truth which i have been running away from as fast as i possibly can all this time
3x08 I 4x04
911 : LONE STAR
the rice purity test
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup
sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??
if someone makes a post venting about fandom racism you can reblog it without
asking the poc around you to keep you in check and call you out
saying “as a white person…”
saying “fellow whites, we need to…”
mentioning your whiteness at all
saying anything. like. just say nothing!
shut the fuck up
i wish i could just turn it all off!!!! my brain my need to fix everything my worry my need to control all of it!!!!
hey everything that has ever left me, can you return back to me one final time
work tomorrow is one of the worst things that can happen to you
everytime i want something i should be shot in the head
wanting to get shot in the head for wanting something is also wanting
for me to be known is to be humiliated Lowkey
PAUL IN EVERY EPISODE | 4.04 Abandoned
Ok so I may have started working on an AU with teenage TK and toddler Jonah living with Gwyn and Owen in Austin, because Gwyn deserved to see how much her boys love each other. also shockingly it’s a sickfic. Hoping I’ll finish this one and it won’t just languish in my drafts!!
“So you’re coming for Catan tonight, right? Because me and Marj are an alliance now, and we’re gonna kick yall’s asses.”
“Yeah, Nance, I’ll be there.”
“Unless you’re too chicken.”
“I’m not chicken.” As TK speaks, his little brother flings open his bedroom door with a bang, which doesn’t help the throbbing headache TK’s been trying to ignore.
“CHICKEN!” Jonah screeches. “Bock bock bock! Bock bock!” Flapping his arms, he races into the room and vaults onto TK’s bed, then coughs in TK’s face.
“Aw, is that Jonah? Hi Jojo!” Nancy calls.
“HI I CHICKENNNNN.”
“He’s a chicken,” TK explains. “See you tonight. Prepare to lose.” Hanging up, he pokes his brother in his little round toddler tummy. “You feeling better, dude?”
Jonah’s daycare is full of lots of fun germs that Jonah is kind enough to bring home to share with TK and his parents; this time he managed to catch the flu. This is the most like himself TK’s seen him in days.
“Ode Macdonna e-i-o, e-i-e-i-o,” Jonah sings back.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Can I have a hug?”
In response, Jonah launches himself at TK, squeezing his neck boa constrictor style.
“Ow, ow, okay! Not that hard!” The bones in TK’s face all ache. Come to think of it, all of the bones in his body ache. He wants to blame it on the humidity, or a vigorous game of disc golf the other day, but the disease vector now singing “And on that farm he hadda POOP” into his ear begs to disagree.
deep down you know june is actually going to feel like this. put down the poem excerpts