When you only want to write certain parts of your story, but in order for those parts to make sense and have any impact you need to write other parts connecting them and you just don’t… wanna…
Actively telling people that their hope is worthless and we’re all fucked so why even bother, is actively harmful and further enables those who are trying to do us harm. Why are you empowering those people? Why are you doing their job for them?
Look, I get it. I’m one more symbolic goosestep away from having a complete mental breakdown. I honestly just want to lay down and cry and let the darkness take me at this point. But I can’t. I fucking can’t because I have a duty and a responsibility as a human being to burn as hard and bright as I possibly can in the hopes that it does matter and that it will matter and that sometime soon, things will get better. If not for me, then for the generations to come.
No one says these things thinking it will be easy. It is not easy. Do not mistake my hope for naivety. I know it will be hard, I know it will hurt. But I have weighed the cost of apathy and it is a price too high to pay.
Self care, get professional help, learn to use your rage and fear as a source of power instead of a cause of stagnation. And fucking get your head in the game because it’s going to take all of us to recover from this.
The sun will still keep rising long after we’re gone as a species. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t rise to meet it.
At Doug Ford’s inauguration as Premier of Ontario today, this guy showed up.
People with signs opposing Doug Ford were told to leave, but security let this islamophobia, racist, classist, anti-environmental piece of scum showed up.
His sign reads:
“Bring Back Carding, License Cyclists, Kill Carbon Taxes, Rescind Ontario Human Rights Commission (OHRC), Ban Black Lives Matter (BLM), Ban the Qur’an, Ban the Burqa, Privatize Services, Decertify Unions, City Hall Casino”
sending love and encouragement to wlw who have left a religion or lost their faith due to the way adherents would talk about being gay, bi, trans, and so forth, whether they left religion all together or converted to a different one.
your experiences with that religion aren’t negated by the fact that you left, and the reason you left is not a “bad” reason. as a sapphic woman you deserve to be healthy in all areas of life, and that includes spiritual.
Going back in time, seeing his father at the height of his power and madness, assuring him that they would reunited before Rumple drinks the memory potion.
Learning who Emma is all over again, rebuilding their friendship, maybe even even letting themselves be in love again, finding joy in their shared son, trading their frustrations over magic and families.
Watching his father suffer through PTSD, trying his best to help him cope and not repress what he feels, crying with Belle when he ultimately fails.
Bonding with his step mother while they awkwardly try to figure out their dynamic, are they supposed to act like a child and a mother, two friends, or something they can’t think of?
Helping his son grow into his own, especially when he becomes the Author, teaching him to be responsible and never stop fighting for his loved ones, to succeed where all the men in his family have failed.
Watching in pain as the Darkness is torn out of his father and forced into the love of his life, agonizing over whether it would twist her as terribly, wondering who she would become.
Suffering the same curse as his father and True Love, gaining a greater understanding of them both because of it, fighting demons and death itself to hold onto his humanity.
Reuniting with his birth mother in the Underworld, finding peace and closure with her, a little spark of hope as their renewed love helps her move on.
Fighting tooth and nail when he realizes he has a younger sibling on the way, promising himself this one wouldn’t have the childhood he had, helping his parents reconcile and work towards protecting the baby.
Raging at yet another cruel relative that tears his family apart, seeking every possible way to save his baby brother, breaking down with grief when he realizes Gideon had just as bad of a childhood, uniting both his family and Emma’s to defeat his grandmother, rejoicing when he can finally hug the newest member of his family.
Btw can you imagine him at the store?? Getting some ties or his sunglasses. Can he get out of small talk and “would you like our rewards card?” Like how would that go i need to see this
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