i remember being so ready to switch my profile pic to the CANON ON SCREEN byler kiss and so ready to be indistinguishable from everyone other gay person on this app


#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc tvl#jacob anderson#sam reid
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i remember being so ready to switch my profile pic to the CANON ON SCREEN byler kiss and so ready to be indistinguishable from everyone other gay person on this app
I miss seeing pastel witches and witchcraft on here. Sure I may be all hard ass, dark colors, sprinkled with secrecy, but I do find joy with pretty things. All those vibrant crystal grids, the colorful and light hearted Tarot and Oracle decks, and the aesthetic itself does bring me joy.
But also, it was the positivity that some would have. It wasn't toxic positivity, it was always more like "Here's something pretty, I hope you are having a good day." And that was it. They brought a certain peace to my feed and it was wonderful.
Growing up, the only thing my family had that we were able to bring when escaping Tripolitania/Coastal Libya, was a Fez which was part of my Sabas North Africa Allied military uniform.
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Anyone who has followed me for any period of time knows that I'm strongly in favour of a Two State Solution in Israel and Palestine... But any student of history should realise that a One State Solution and the often touted Anarchist "No State Solution" are at best utterly unworkable idealistic hogwash.
Half of Israelis, and a lot of us in the diaspora were ethnically cleansed from Arab countries in the last century... It's a pretty big ask for the end goal of Peace in the Middle East to be the establishment of yet another state where Jews are a minority with a large cohort of people who have very recently at minimum expressed support for our annihilation.
I'm a strong supporter of Palestinian Statehood, and independence. I've said many times that for Palestinians and Israelis to both be free of war, terrorism and Islamist threat, both people must live in nations which are stable and prosperous.
I've shipped Kralsei for so long. I've shipped it since 2018, on day one. I saw the hugging, and the ribbon, and was like, “they should kiss.”
all this music talk has reminded me of a funny little tidbit from my childhood:
I was obsessed with the powerpuff girls, something about being a bullied kindergartener really made them feel empowering to me. And I mean it's an iconic CN show, definitely in the top 5 (something I'll think on later).
I felt a lot of empathy for the villains in the show too, I felt like I could relate to every character in one way or another. I need to do a big adult rewatch of all those classic episodes I had on repeat on VCR & eventually DVD. There were facts about the girls in the bonus features & I changed my bedtime to an hour earlier because it was their bedtime, despite being chronically sleepless most of my life :')
Anyway here's the funny cute part: there's an episode where Mojo Jojo forces HIM, Fuzzy Lumpkins & Princess Morbucks to join his supervillain supergroup he calls "The Beat-Alls". I was in kindergarten so I had no idea who The Beatles were & I was going around telling the adults around me how much I loved "The Beat-Alls". They were all very confused as to how I got so into them until I said my favourite member was Mojo Jojo, and that's how I was introduced to The Beatles.
I might go rewatch that later today & report back, I'd also just love to watch the show back to front again because there's countless iconic episodes & moments I remember clear as day compared to other shows.
I feel like i'm waiting waiting in Hotland watching TV screens as a murderer runs rampant in the streets streets I called home once. And, I don't know, if people hear my screams screams so gut wrenching they might be mistaken as human cries for mercy as we go to dust and to dust return. If I die, will those I love remember I loved them? Or will my love, be obscured by all that was left unsaid? When I stand, stand before them defenseless. Will I be brave? Brave and bold, bold enough not to look back and protect those still in my care? I grieve in memories, memories of my friends adopted from other places across the planet; the scents of pie baking in the apartment oven. I grieve in music, twirling his wife, my best friend, at the wedding, at the dance club, how you both were the first to remember my pronouns. I grieve in laughter, at the ancient laptop crashing everytime we tried to cross Hotland to dance ... "to sleep, perchance to dream ..." Is it true, are we made of such things as dreams? or of water, carbon, and some other chemicals? or of the chemicals of stardust? or are those the same thing? is that the dust I'm meant to go back to?
I worry for them, scattered across the world like the seeds of sunflowers unable to be held in my arms anymore. I cannot solve this like a puzzle, or fit it into neat lyrics. I fear looking at a screen, seeing names, names I recognize too well, and being left with just smells of pasta and pie and the sound of my own voice singing as I bake. if it's true what they say: ten years of friendship, and one of tyranny ~ p.s. shuller
Some notes under the cut about the context. TWs for US POLITICS
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I wonder what he's pondering about...
The second chapter is out not even a day after the other chapter was released, hope you all enjoy the seeds of tension being woven 👀
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