#remember that they lived

[titleofpersonage-p01]

[sailermoon]

this is my favorite genre of post

[strangeracrossthestreet]

@mariyyum twitter post: Recipes that have been passed down to me by my Palestinian mother 🇵🇸, and I've had the honor of sharing them with all of you. #freepalestine

1: Cheese Manakeesh (cheese pies)

2: Homemade Hummus w/ chicken koufta

3: Msakhan (the National dish of Palestine)

4: Sfeeha (meet pies)

Follow her on: twitter instagram youtube tiktok and her own blog for more.

[platoapproved]

What was that you said about memory? "A monster," was it?

[dailylinrambles]

Just remembering some moments of my dad.

He once swung open the bathroom door of mom bathing and flashed his camera. She came running after him, tackling him on the bed in the bedroom. Dad laughing as he revealed that his camera didn't even have film.

Dad exclaiming "Yuckeroo!" whenever receiving a kiss on the cheek or seeing a kiss scene in his Western flicks.

Mom sneakily drinking dad's coffee after he spent so much time perfecting the perfect cup. Dad coming back to half drunken cup.

One time Mom brought a gallon jug of sweet tea. By the next day it tasted sour to me. Both mom and my sister claimed there was nothing wrong and continued to drink it as it was. Later, I literally watched my dad grab the tea, pours himself a cup, makes a face, and immediately grabs the bag of sugar, adding to the cup. Thus, proving I wasn't the only one to think it tasted off.

Dad coming home from work to my eldest sister sitting on a trash can and a couple of random neighbors after spending a lengthy amount of time of trapping a snake that managed to get inside the house. "Oh, let me go get my lasso." was his immediate comment to the situation.

Him waiting to record a particular song off the radio. 5 Pounds of Possum

Dad creating a rhyming game while waiting for the school bus with me. "6:52, where are you? 6:53, where is she? 6:54, putting the pedal to the floor."

Also playing Too Drunk to Fish while waiting for the bus in the mornings.

Dad randomly bringing me with him while house sitting his parents house. We'd be watching the ("Damn") New Yankee Workshop, Justin Wilson cajun cooking, and looney tunes.

The time I showed dad Holes as I was just half way in the book. I had never seen him take over one of my reading books before. He finished it within the day and said I would enjoy the ending. A few days later he discovered that Holes had a movie and he bought it instantly. He enjoyed it too.

There's cassette tapes of his voice. My elementary school would do a yearly Poetry Party. It was to show off how well you could memorize a poem and skip class by speaking aloud the poem to the rest of the school. There was one of The Tortoise and the Eagle (or was it hawk?) that normally would require 2 people to recite. My partner for it flaked on me like a week before the event. Dad recorded the poem in a way to help me memorize the entire thing. Come time of the party, 2 groups of upperclassmen recite the same poem but they had partners. I got to show off as a 2nd/3rd grader reciting it solo.

Dad always being the one behind the camera at family events. Whether it was pictures or videos.

I miss his cooking, his knowledge, and his laughs...

[goryfluff]

Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) 2020 / 2021 / 2022

[yohankang]

this is how this scene went, right?

[leminaus]

red and vee :)

[thecosmicpunk]

Nex Benedict was an Indigenous, Two Spirit, Trans teenager who was murdered by three other students who attacked them in a school bathroom.

This is what we fight for, this is what we march for, this is what we have Pride for.

Because of the Anti-Trans hate and violence that is continuously being spewed.

Nex was a TEENAGER! WHO WAS BEATEN TO DEATH!

You say protect the children well NEX WAS A CHILD! WHERE WAS THEIR PROTECTION?

Nex I am so sorry, I'm so sorry this was done to you, you deserved to live a life full of love and joy. 💛💜🖤

Say his name, and never forget them.

Nex Benedict.

[batrachised]

i love these sorts of posts and I'm thinking of doing them regularly so I'll start one now; what are you up to, right at this moment? I'll start: I just went on a walk in sunny 95+ degree weather, and as I type this I'm sitting in a dim, cool room alone and listening to the sound of children shrieking and splashing in a pool (while also eavesdropping on a conversation about dating)

[rustchild]

desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[yashley]

"And that was the experience that bent you towards the Lord of the Hells?"

bonus:

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[puppyeared]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[ivygorgon]

"No Pride for some of us without liberation for all of us." -Marsha P. Johnson