i wish everyone who made kit connor feel he had to come out a very merry FUCK YOU. you forced an eighteen year old into coming out publicly, before he was ready, when he stated many many times he wanted to keep it private. how many more times does this shit have to fucking happen before some of you fucking clock that YOU CANNOT QUEERBAIT IN REAL LIFE. this is the natural end to the discourse of ‘if somebody is in the public eye playing a queer person they owe us their sexuality’, and it’s DEEPLY FUCKED UP, they do NOT owe you an answer, and this mindset JUST FORCED AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD TO OUT HIMSELF BEFORE HE WAS READY TO
"Not everything is gay" babe youre saying this on the wrong platform. Everything is kinda gay on Tumblr.
Tommy has a wired interview?
my little boy's all grown up
A Taylor Swift eras tour supported by Paramore, GAYLE, beabadoobee, Gracie Abrams, Phoebe Bridgers, Owenn, girl in red, MUNA and HAIM… it’s literally my Spotify
this is robin’s girlfriend nancy and this is nancy’s boyfriend steve and this is steve’s boyfriend eddie and this is nancy’s other boyfriend jonathan this is jonathan’s boyfriend argyle and this is argyle’s girlfriend eden and this is eden’s sister suzie and this is suzie’s boyfriend dustin and this is dustin’s boyfriend lucas and this is lucas’s girlfriend max and this is max’s girlfriend el and this is el’s boyfriend mike and this is mike’s boyfriend will
Hello
How are you
My name is Ahmed I'm from Gaza, i am engineer I created this link in order to save my elder parents and my brothers and sisters from the cruel horrors of war and take them to a safe place.
Our house and all our shops were completely destroyed, and we were displaced to an unlivable area in Rafah, and then we were displaced to a tent inside which we felt as if we were in a hot oven.
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My father and mother's health condition is getting worse day by day due to the lack of food, medicine, and health care
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Sometimes, Wilbur wonders if he had entered the wrong world when he came back to life.
The world as he knew it, was bright. Even in Pogtopia's cold walls, there was warmth, small but bright, full of life that seemed to never go out.
The world that he came into, with grey hair, and a patched up scar, and memories of a train station that had haunted him for years, is much colder.
There's little to no light. Wilbur sometimes wonders how the flowers survived.
He wonders how he will survive, when Tommy's glow no longer lives within him.
Maybe Tommy will shine brighter with time. Maybe, he can be the one to make him smile! Wilbur wants to take out his old guitar and sing. Maybe that will cheer Tommy up.
He wants to hug him (but Tommy doesn't like hugs). To make his old shirt anew, to dye that white streak away, because Tommy's not like him. Tommy's bright and playful, and full of light.
Not a little broken boy held together by bandages and scars.
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
Your ao3 mood is bitch get help omfl and come here sweetie *hugs* and you goddamn horny sinner
"tommy? you're doing great. you're doing great, king, just keep it up"
"thank you"