I got to do something today that felt like it was years in the making.
I was at a Subway grabbing lunch once. When I went to pay, my card wouldn't work. I quickly checked my bank balance, and my bank had pulled money that I wasn't expecting. I was actually in the hole a bit.
I was about to walk away without lunch, when the lady behind me said that she'd take care of it. Naturally I thanked her very much, and she said "No problem. Just promise me one thing though. Pay it forward." Which, of course, I did promise.
I don't feel like the details are important, but I finally got the chance today.
Wherever that lady is today, I just hope that life has been good to her. I'll never forget her 💜!
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There’s this really silly thing that happens when your identity intersects with multiple minorities wherein everything that was annoying and tiresome about being the only black person in a lot of people’s lives will, without fail, happen again because you’re the only queer person in a lot of people’s lives.
Beyond The Horrors, it’s actually really funny to see the same things happen back-to-back in whatever multitude of communities you might exist in. Discourse surround the words “queer” and “faggot” is the same discourse that surrounded the reclamation of “nigga”. It’s simultaneously sickeningly frustrating and infinitely interesting how layered and complex but remarkably similar so many minority experiences are.
That feeling of having your entire sense of being flattened into whatever minority you are exits throughout lines of race, religion, gender, sexuality, etc. The fear of being othered is always there, having to consider downplaying less “normal” aspects of your identity is always there. Hell, black people might’ve coined the term “code switching” but we sure as fuck aren’t the only ones who do it.
I guess my point is: I know it can really often feel like we’re drowning in how different we are from the world around us. It can be alienating and saddening and painful like nothing else. But none of us are alone in those feelings. Not just because there are other people like us, but because there are people who *aren’t* like us who have gone through similar things and feel the same way.
There are people who may look nothing like you, act nothing like you, love nothing like you, talk nothing like you, or think nothing like you who have felt the same pains and joys as you have. And that makes me kind of sad but it’s also really beautiful.
There is no boundary between us that we haven’t created ourselves. Reach out to your siblings, there is love there that both of you need.
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also btw, for the new hermitcraft fans who haven’t been around for the turn of one season to another before: get excited! I cannot overstate how much the creative energy is entirely reinvigorated and how FUN watching the “brand new server” episodes are when they first come out like START OF SEASON TIME IS SOME OF THE BEST HERMITCRAFT TIME. get hyped for that!!!!
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it was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
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I've seen a few posts saying that Aziraphale and Crowley basically need nonstop couples therapy for a decade or whatever to fix their communication skills, and while I do think that would make both hilarious and gut-wrenching storytelling, I really have to just disagree. Their communication issues aren't the average kind, they're built of millennia of actually literally fraternizing from opposite sides of a cold war that was pre-destined to end in literal armageddon, and one of them (Crowley) was regularly actively working against his own side and the other one (Aziraphale) was occasionally disloyal to the particulars of his orders and often dishonest about what he was actually doing. Aaaaall this while Aziraphale and Crowley conducted a deep friendship, literally fell in love, and then proceeded to hide it so well and for so long that their level of repression extends to the self. Like. Their problem is at a level that makes me insane but it's also really, really simple: they love each other so much, and to them the other's safety is of the utmost importance, and they had to be so careful to protect one another from the crime of being loved by the wrong person for so long, that they don't even know that keeping the other person safe is THEIR SHARED CORE PRIMARY MOTIVATION. I am screaming.
What they need I s2g is an honest knockdown drag-out screaming argument where they finally become so frustrated and desperate with one another that FINALLY one of them says some variation of "I've only ever wanted to protect you" and the other goes "SO HAVE I" and then they both kinda go... oh fck.
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