When Ya OTP Small And U Starving For Content But U Find That One Fic/drawing

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

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I hate how people martyr the pre-transition version of myself, as if they were an innocent victim I've killed.

When they speak about my past, they use my old name, and always in a somber tone, as if they're mourning this poor innocent person who had so much promise, who had achieved so much. When I remind them it was me, I'm still here, I'm told that it was them who achieved these things, that I need to remember that.

That person they remember so fondly, mourn so much was a shell. They mention how pretty she was, how accomplished she was. They speak about me now with disdain, like I've ruined her memory. Like everything I'm doing now is an affront to what she did. They attribute the achievements I made to somebody else, somebody who doesn't exist.

I was miserable. I made all of those achievements in spite of my suffering. On paper I was the perfect granddaughter, the oldest daughter, the golden child. In reality, I couldn't imagine a life where I could ever feel happiness, barely took care of myself, was numb to everything. All of those achievements are nothing in comparison to the joy that living my life authentically has brought me. The passport showing my sex as male, with my chosen name, is worth so much more to me than my degree certificates.

Doing what was expected of me what easy, nobody would have shunned me for being the perfect daughter. The efforts I've made over the past year to build a life worth living, just for myself, in spite of how I've been treated for it, that has been hard. But that is worth it.

when you get into a new hyperfixation but there's NO fandom<<<<<<<<<<

"French Pokémon names are so beautiful"

Sorry had to share this clip it's funny to me

Oh my god I love Parasyte so much idk why my dad let me watch it when I was like 10 but I loved it

how I look with he/him in my bio

I think this might be my new magnum opus

*sighs, knowing I'm gonna have to watch this movie now* (minecraft yaoi is just too captivating to skip)

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Just watched Minecraft movie and…was that…𝓨𝓪𝓸𝓲 I spotted??

garrett the garbage man garrison x Steve Minecraft….

Garbage Steve…..

Read this in Caine's voice (The Amazing Digital Circus). Does this add anything

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