Migmog Is Writing

she/her - 27 - mean bisexual - ao3: migmog

[weepynymph]

The Trouble With Wanting - Chapter Nineteen

High-tailing it out of Stars Hollow feels like freedom. He used to dream about running away with her like this. Although his dreams were a little more impractical, a little more permanent—let’s leave and never look back, that sort of thing. This still comes pretty close to fulfilling the wildest dreams of his seventeen year old self.

[sourraiin]

Oh I’m actually not okay thanks for asking!!🤗🤗

[lxvespxffy]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997 - 2003)

ship: spike x buffy

“I’m not one for crowds myself these days”

“Me neither”

“That works out nicely then”

[clary-jace]

"You reminded me of what I was capable of feeling. It's like I was walking around, seeing my life through a smudged window. And then I saw you and the smudges were gone. The window was clean."

PACEY WITTER & JOEY POTTER Dawson's Creek (1998-2203)

[killue]

you have a headache because you have powers

[yellow-faerie]

I desperately want to be writing rn but. Headache :(

[derry-rain]

mary bennet just having the best time.

[gentlesleaze]

Mary Bennet: *does anything* Tom Hayward: *immediately—

[mirimiramiri]

Is it fall yet?

Gilmore Girls in the style of Daria together with quotes from the iconic show.

Lalalalalaaaaa!

(my favorite characters)

I believe in coffee. Coffee for everyone!

And there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza.

The only thing that matters in a relationship is that you like the same pizza toppings.

My biggest fear right now is that I'll wake up and this conversation won't be a dream.

Hi, we are Hep Alien, but we might change our name.

(WHO can identify all the Stars Hollow and Hartford citizens here?)

Luke: Come on, you must have some goals in life!

Jess: My goal is not to wake up at forty with the bitter realization that I've wasted my life on a job I hated because I was forced to decide on a career in my teens.

When the aliens come When the death rays hum When the bombers bomb We'll still be freakin' friends

Freakin' friends Freakin' friends Till we come to bad ends We're freakin' friends

(Honestly sick sad world was always the funniest part of the show for me! That’s it for now! It has been fun, maybe I’ll do more in fall 😄 and if you have an idea for a quote for Emily and Richard, let me know!)

[pinkscrap]

I feel the beginning of a new hyper-fixation and an acute lack of content with casmund😭 so using my powers as an artist I will create it myself

[demaparbat-hp]

Someone give that boy calming tea

[frenchublog]

[veronicaleighauthor]

[run-of-the-milf]

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.

[liitohauki]

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.

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007) || THE PRINCESS BRIDE (1987)

(x)

For @ohliterati ♡

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

[kittmoon]

waiting in deep suspense

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Psst you ready here comes the secret

Here it comes

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I am also very curious about this secret

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Your time spent enjoying the creative process is infinitely more valuable that any final project you create. So stop putting yourself down for never finishing or posting those WIPs because every moment you spent creating something you loved is a moment not wasted. Your progress and talent is measured by your passion not your number of posts.

[botwstoriesandsuch]

This post went from 3k to 7k overnight and that just goes to show how many of you need to hear this so make sure you don’t ever forget it

[grendel-menz]

Happy holidays y’all!

As a lot of us get ready to spend time with our families and friends this winter season, please don’t forget those in Gaza currently suffering the violence, cold weather, and hunger there. At the end of the day, we are all neighbors in this world, and should work to support and care for another.

I’m making this post on the behalf of my friends Sami and Hamza, who are currently fundraising to keep their family fed and housed, as well as to have enough money to leave Gaza once the opportunity arises. Please, if you can, donate or reblog to help them out this year.

FUNDRAISER.

[tenyai]

Signal boosting! In lieu of gifts this holiday season, my partner and I will be donating to charities important to us, if you feel so inclined, it would be awesome to support families like this one (Sami & Hamza) and/or any of the other families in Gaza who are in need of aid (there are some accounts vetting these as well you can check as needed!)