Immediately following the events of s4, Guillermo leaves Staten Island to embark on a decade long journey of his own. He falls in love, he makes mistakes, and learns a hell of a lot about what it means to be dead. All the while he cannot help but compulsively write to Nandor, letters that never get sent.
When he returns home to a Nandor who cannot keep his nose out of a book, Guillermo has to reckon with his past and all of the ways things have changed. A story told in crumpled notes, love letters, and longing (past and present).
what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster
i had a dream i was back at school and came out as a trans girl and my old muslim classmate sitting next to me immediately said “mashallah habibi” and dropped a spare hijab on my desk and thats actually one of the happiest and most reaffirming dreams ive had
and another reminder that the quileute tribe (the very real tribe that was featured in twilight and received no compensation) is still located in a tsunami zone and is trying to move to higher ground. please consider donating.
If I yell at a child and I see them give me that terrified look of fear that I’m going to hurt them or fear that I don’t love them anymore it pierces right through me. Most parents couldn’t care less I see it all the time. In public I’d rather a child be talkative and run around than witness a mother grab n yank him with all her strength and threaten him and cuss him out just to save me the trouble of existing in a room with a kid being a kid. They have no idea how much more disturbing it is for me to see that kid go from having wonder and whimsy in his eyes to actual fear real deep all encompassing fear that becomes his whole world. How does that not fuck you up like most people are just ugh I’m sorry it’s just so soulless to me it creeps me out bc the parent will switch to smiley happy face to talk to you right after traumatizing their child in public and I’m expected to what …. Fuckin weirdos
this post reminds me of something I read recently by a former member of the Black Panthers, Ashanti Alston:
On November 13, demonstrators in southern California blockaded a defense contractor facility in solidarity with the Palestinians on the receiving end of the bombs that it produces.
This report explores how they used the element of surprise to surround it and shut down work for the day.
This is actually very normal human behavior. It’s just that most people (in the USA) think “Jesus strengthens me” instead of “I am a pikmin, dandori time”
This is literally why stories and fantasy are so useful to humans. We cannot tackle every mundane challenge with enthusiasm, and facing against profoundly daunting tasks can be deeply demoralizing, and you don’t get to feel cool or heroic for filing 400 pieces of paperwork.
We arm ourselves with stories and fantasy, so that the laundry can become a charming hurdle to overcome, and the daunting stack of bills is the leviathan we the brave knights must slay.
Humans have always been like this. So many cultures have stories or mythology or even rituals about literally embodying another being better suited to the challenge one currently faces.
fully sober and lucid walking down the street googling “is it normal to get a haircut” “am i allowed to get a haircut” “is the guy at the barber shop going to be mad at me when i go in there”
*Walks out of the bar covered in blood and with stab wounds*
‘You should have seen the other guy’
*When you go into the bar it’s empty, not a single person in sight. In a corner there’s a mop with a fake mustache taped to it, it’s covered in kiss marks*
gambling with angels is easy. they can’t lie but they have addictive personalities; it’s easy to clean them out then make them divulge secrets about the business of heaven to call your bets. my dad used to say “hey, watch this” and summon angels to play poker with him with a sort of bone flute he inherited from his grandpa, and they’d be holding horseshit and still want to call him. i’m talking “raise on a two pair” level bad at it, but they couldn’t stop trying to win. my dad taught me all the secret names of God before i was out of grade school and i would use them to curse my enemies so they came down with leprosy. you can cure leprosy these days but it still sucks, especially for a child. but they had it coming for pissing me off
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