#No apparently. Today was the first.

[astral-catastrophe]

One thing I’ve never been able to explain is the intense Deja Vu that hits me. Sometimes I’ll go months without this. On bad days. Hours, minutes. I wonder if it’s a part of my dissociation issues.

But be it in a dream or my past. I have lived this exact moment i just had. Same outfit, same hair, glasses smudged the same, object in hand, music in earbuds. Same train of thought, feeling something of importance with one of my current best friends. Something of so much importance, the results of me forgetting again will be catastrophic.

But no? Last time I had this specific instance, I didn’t have this shirt, or even similar hair. I wasn’t even close to this friend. But it was the exact same feeling, same time of year. I can place it nearly down to the day three years ago when my thoughts went along the same path and I feel like I have lived this moment dozens of times.

Or yesterday's experience at work? Hit me so hard in the middle of making a drink I had never heard of before in my whole almost two months of being a barista. But I stood there, almost nauseous, but I knew the drink. I’d never heard of it. But I checked with the recipe and I had everything correct down to the slightest detail. I had no prior knowledge of the drink, especially since it was some complicated seasonal thing.

Or years ago, one of my first actual conversations with the almost girlfriend. Had to step away mid sentence because I was so convinced that no, we had that conversation just days earlier down to the exact word, down to that exact same dorky smile she’s given me since day one.

[nymdraws]

more of these guys ( + one deanna)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

[rinbylin]

do you want to be my husband or do you want to become a ghost with li xiangyi?

[shima-draws]

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

[amphibia-a-day]

Day 1077 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: The First Temple

[coolnonsenseworld]

Last piece ❤️💙

There are still leftovers of the Calendar as well as some A5 prints with calendar pieces 💞

linktr.ee/Mezzy (or check my Tumblr for links)

[thursdayinspace]

It is entirely possible that they had sex for the first time after the Millennium kiss.

It is also possible that they went home together to her place or to his, and just made out until they were too tired to keep going. Smiling into kisses, hands roaming, over each other's hair, shoulders, backs. Pulling back to look at each other, just look, eyes full of awe and gratitude and happiness. And . . . love? Quickly diving back in for another kiss because that is a big word, such a big word, and too much too soon, but unsaid is not unfelt.

Something has changed, but not changed; it's not any different than it was before. It's not more than it was before. It's just the difference between knowing and knowing. Between feeling something and putting a name to it. The ground doesn't shift, there is no earthquake, no lightning, no fireworks except the ones outside their window. There is only them.

Only them, hands finding each other, his fingers soft against her cheek, her palm warm against the back of his neck. Time and space can do without them for the night, the world is turning like it always has, and they're sharing each other's warmth, breathing each other's air. Adding vocabulary to the silent language they've been speaking to each other for years: touch. Now more than his hand on her back or her shoulder against his. There is so much to say, and they are saying it, not all of it, but enough for now; through touch, through looks. It's not a new story, just a new chapter. They fall asleep before they can add the next one, but there's time. The world didn't end, after all.

[basslinegrave]

little fucked up hot wheels desoto custom. do you like her

[c-kiddo]

as a little treat bc its the 1 internet drama i have kept up with in any capacity and actually know the timeline and stuff . did you guys see the james somerton update

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[static-scribblez]

if i had a nickel for every time people attempted to cancel or deplatform will wood over stuff blown out of proportion just before a big ww event i would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

[gunsatthaphan]

🐨 friends. 

[shaunashipman]

I don't actually want to do this, cause I've made some wonderful friends in fandom who are younger and behave normally, but every time something like today happens, I want to put out a litmus test before ppl are allowed to interact in fandom. like

what is kinktomato?

what are TPTB?

who is cassandra clare? (if you answer "the author of the mortal instruments, that is technically correct, but NOT the answer we are looking for)

and most importantly

what does "canon" mean?

[dkettchen]

absolutely unintelligeable meme I made during bootcamp lecture this morning

[justheretobreakthings]

George Bernard Shaw having some refreshingly based takes in the end notes of Pygmalion