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@vikawantstocomfort
Today I woke up at 4:27pm.
The rain finally came and I slept through it, dreaming of people who are hardly part of my life these days.
Ill try to go back to sleep to see faces that bring me comfort but I've always been better at staying asleep than falling asleep
So instead ill sit at a park bench and let the leftover wind from my beloved rain, bitter my face with fake drops as I get so high that I can't tell whether or not its raining or if im just wet.
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-you would date a trans person that hasn’t transitioned yet -you would date a trans boy that doesn’t want top surgery -you would date a trans girl that doesn’t want any surgery -you would date someone nonbinary -you would date someone who’s gender fluid -you would cuddle your partner when they’re feeling dysphoric -you would date someone gender confused/questioning
Spring of a facade,
The sunlight burns my face where a family of redwoods once resided.
Foreign grasses cut my skin and leave me red and itchy, the blades of Spaniards and English colonies.
I am suffocated by pollen, the white man wishes for me to starve unless I pay by his dollar, the cities trees bore no fruit and never will.
An orange poppy struggles at the side of the road, clinging to a piece of styrofoam.
It is spring time once more, but I am still in winter.
This is sad because it’s true. Not only in America but the majority of the world. Afrika, the Americas, New Zealand, Australia, etc. All “colonized”. But if you even dream about setting foot in Europe you’d better apologize!
Indigenous Tumblr, please interact!
TW: genocide and linguocide in America
I'm a linguistic enthusiast and non-American. I love how diverse the USA & Canada are - thousands and thousands of indigenous languages and they all are unique and so different from any language I've ever seen and heard. But all of them are endangered because the colonizers were erasing them with their speakers. Yet some indigenous languages are still spoken today. I love learning about these languages, but it feels like a colonists approach to learn about an indigenous language without learning its role in its community.
Dear indigenous people of Americas, where your languages are used today? What's their status in society? How do you feel about (not) knowing them? Is it a symbol of pride, resistance, and being part of your community or something that died long time ago? Do kids learn it in school?
If you feel uncomfortable with sharing your experience, it's fine to keep scrolling)
there are so many basta simps on here and I've yet to see fanart of him with his burn scars showing 🤨
I just went through my 19-pages-long Basta tag for you XD
one
two (they're just showing a bit)
three (cw for self harm)
four
five (forgot one : ( ah well)
But to be fair, he does cover them with his long sleeves, plus I cannot remember seeing fanart of him shirtless and without scars. (Not saying that that doesn't exist though...)
What I want to express with this is: If anyone knows other fanart with his scars, please give me a link^^
Do you guys think it's possible to pick basta up by the scruff like a cat
I love a soft, deeply wounded but basically good Severus Snape. But I also like the idea of him just truly being awful. Down to his bones, angry and lashing out and taking his pain out on innocent people, and then, also, contributing to saving the world. The thing about ‘evil’ is…it’s complicated and human. It’s short sighted. It’s not one thing, it’s not a whole person. It’s choices, little ones that add up. Goodness isn’t a single thing, either. Cruel people can do a right thing, or fight on the right side, and still be awful. The world is crazy like that. People are complex.
Die Wolgadeutschen haben meine Stadt verlassen. Saratow war die erste Hauptstadt, und nach diesen beiden Städten dann Marx und meine Stadt. Saratow wird immer und überall gelobt, nur weil es die Hauptstadt der Region Saratow ist.Wenn Sie fragen, wo Gagarin gelandet ist?! Sie werden Ihnen sagen: Saratow. Obwohl das eine Lüge ist. Er landete auf dem Land von Saratow, und zwar in der Stadt Engels, nicht in Saratow. Wir haben eine Saratow-Oper, keine Engels-Oper, obwohl sie nicht in Saratow spielt. Nicht fair
Cornelia is right. It does not matter what he looks like, his character and backstory is all we need to love him. I mean, we already know the Piper is good-looking, so one villain already has that ground covered XD.
That's the spirit, anon! I don't even have much to add, it's just ... this.
But honestly, I think it's so funny how Basta is technically such an awful person and we're all like... 'We didn't fall for the looks or anything, we love him for his personality.'
We all saw this evil small man who does awful things and went like "yep, that's my man!"
girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen
Basta and Dustfinger in that one scene from Inkheart
This took me a while! Here's a pencils sketch of that one scene right before Basta gets imprisoned, I had to cut one line of dialogue from the book but other than that Dustfinger says the same things.
May post an improved version later!
don’t forget it’s literally canon that basta’s pet name of choice is “sweetheart”
basta doesn’t show affection but he definitely trails after you warily as you wander starry-eyed through a busy farmers’ market and maybe buys a single flower from a vendor that he hides behind his back for the rest of the day coz he’s still trying to figure out why it reminded him of you and what irrational impulse compelled him to want it so much and how on earth he’s going to explain himself when you inevitably see and ask about it
no because imagine basta extending his hand toward you, somewhat expectantly, so you like. hold it. ?? and then he just… starts blushing furiously and mutters, “the keys. i meant the keys.”
hello is it legal to be romantic on main for basta
