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A star is a star. It doesn’t matter where in the sky I shine. (insp)

gif maker positivity meme 2021 → day three: one piece

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Why are they kissing through plastic wrap? o:

oh my god you dont know what pushing daisies is!!!! people dont know what pushing daisies is!!!!! oh my GOD anon strap in

okay picture this

Brian Fuller’s original 2007 magical realism romantic comedy with a dash of morbidity (after all, this is Brian Fuller we’re talking abt) & fairytale elements

as this review describes: “Characters & plot like Lemony Snicket, sets like Tim Burton, shots like Wes Anderson, rapid witty dialogue like Gilmore Girls, and costumes like uh, frickin’ magic.” 

everything is Super Saturated All The Time and the costume design is literally flawless

starring: asexual bakery man, very tall very kind and himbo-adjacent, has low-level necromantic powers named Ned

Ned is, for convoluted reasons, the accomplice of a film noir detective named after a fish (Emerson Cod) who looks like a hardass but secretly loves pop-up books and knitting

Ned the bakery man is a Piemaker and works in and owns a building that looks like this

(there are novelty cherry lighting fixtures)

he has a dog, who is undead, bc aforementioned necromantic bakery boy has the unique skill of being able to touch dead things and bring them back to life 

he and Emerson Cod touch murder victims, ask them who killed them, and then collect the reward. easy get-money-quick-scheme, UNTIL

Ned’s childhood crush and my life’s icon, Charlotte “Chuck” Charles, gets murdered on a cruise

he touches her once (ONCE) and is never able to touch her again, lest his necromantic powers zap her back to death. hence:

contact-free romance ensues.

 I highly recommend the show for: asexuals, demisexuals, dog people, people who like pie, fashion & costume design enthusiasts, anyone who’s a fan of film noir, people who like pie and dogs and mermaids

literally this show is my absolute all time favorite PLEASE watch it

you can watch both seasons for free here

literally if you’ve ever cared for my opinion at all please watch at least the first episode i beg of u

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Santana + cultural references

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Naya Rivera - first and last Instagram picture of every year

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you know what...i am not interested in takes that flatten the racial element of this. i’m not interested in takes from white people that emphasize the ideological or partisan divide. this is about institutions that accommodate white grievance. that allow white violence and white terrorism; that RELY on it to function. and that will always make room for white people to kill as many people and be as destructive as possible in defense of white supremacy. this is no time to mince words about that

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say it fucking louder

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That picture of Elliot Page looking up at Lavern Cox at the GLAAD awards is so much better now

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Here’s the thing. You’re my best friend. And I love my life. And I don’t know how much time we have left, but however much it is, I wanna spend it with you.

THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR Episode 9 | The Beast in the Jungle

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In Memory of Naya Rivera

Favorite Santana Lopez Songs and Performances.

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Can we talk about the paranoia that gets instilled into minorities?

The feeling when you're brown and you're walking in a store or down the street and you see a cop and you avert your eyes and try to look as small and innocent as possible because "oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god please"

That feeling when you're visibly queer or afab and a car slows down as it approaches you and your senses go into overdrive as you look for an escape route. The way that feeling stays with you even if all they wanted was directions.

The anger and disgust and terror that you feel when you see a Confederate flag, or a Nazi flag or the thin blue line displayed prominently and proudly

The way your heart stills when someone looks at you for just a little too long.

The not knowing how much is too much when talking to someone who, by all rights, you consider a friend.

The exhaustion of being hyper aware of every little thing in the conversation. "...did they know what that meant or..." the tiring day to day of seeing threats where others see jokes (is that all you are to them? Just a joke? No, they didn't mean it like that, you know they didn't mean it like that. ...you're still so tired, so alone).

The feeling of loneliness that comes with being brown in a white city, queer in a cishet community, disabled in a world that isn't made for you, trying to live in a world that doesn't want you, that refuses to see you for anything except the target on your back, never in a way that really matters.

The weight of every conversation, having to be an ambassador for a people, "oh god I was rude to them back there wasn't I? God I hope the next one doesn't suffer because of me."

The fear that comes from knowing that we have to constantly watch our backs, whether anyone told this to our face or not.

...and the feeling of utter, complete relief and the feelings of safety and love and home and freedom that comes from finally, finally seeing and being around people that are like you.

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We officially booked our wedding night hotel!

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We officially booked our wedding night hotel!

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To all the people who believe property is more important than 600 hundred years of slavery and oppression of Black people.