Y’all don pissed me off…
I just seen somebody post something about what fans have been doing and it irked my soul…are y’all really referring to Letitia as “my man/ my boyfriend” and repeatedly calling her bald headed? Just because someone likes dressing between masc and fem does not make them a fckin man, and her hair doesn’t define how feminine she is she could be completely bald and I wouldn’t care, not everybody gotta have a 30 inch wavy bustdown.
When will you ignorant shit heads stop setting us back centuries and stop calling black women men, it’s vile and disgusting. Let that lady live! She’s beautiful and talented and deserves respect.
And that goes for all black women!
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In regards to the limbo space where Ahsoka met Anakin’s force ghost, I honestly think it’s incredibly fitting that they spent their first big reunion after the Empire’s rise and fall just bickering the whole time. Peak sibling energy, like
“Goddamn you look old, anyways I need to finish your training.”
“oh wow ~so cool~ you’re here to help all of the sudden. Remember how you TURNED INTO A MASS MURDERER???”
“Oh my GOD YOU HAD TO BRING THAT UP???”
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I'm gonna whine at my partner until he takes me to the garden center...then I'll probably be on @goldenngore later.
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working w fave manager tonight and im so excited bc ive barely seen him this week. guarantee im gonna say something sarcastic and rude for no reason and immediately be like why the fuck did i say that
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All the Things a Decade Can Hold
It is ten years to the week that I started my experience as a student teacher. When I was in high school and undergrad, I was convinced that teaching was my path - I wanted to be a teacher. Specifically, I wanted to be a teacher of English. I wanted to teach kids how to love literature and how to see themselves in books.
It didn't work out.
I found out that teaching is a lot more than just putting out what you want to see in the world. I found out that teaching wasn't for me. It wasn't for me because there are so many barriers to student success with literature (all the structural regulars like racism, misogyny, homophobia, etc.), but it also wasn't for me because I was deeply, deeply depressed.
When I look back at that time in my life, I get angry about all we don't get taught about the inequity of the school system and how it operates as an arm of the state. I work with disabled students now, and all those truths are the same, but I feel like I can make more of a difference with what I do now. I like my job.
But I also look back at my writing then, and compare it to now. I've always been a feast or famine writer, both with fan works and my own original work. I sometimes go for years without much meaningful writing. Back then, I was writing a lot, like now. But back then, I was writing a lot about sorrow. About ghosting. About the person whom I loved that didn't love me back and thought the answer was walking away, killing my version of them for me. I grieved. I was aggrieved. And my writing was acrid. I felt hollow a lot, and I felt like that person was the reason. That got in the way of my teaching.
But now? I write about all manner of things. I write about lots of emotions and people, and not one of them is that person. I am stunned that I am in this place. I am so grateful for the me that went through all those things. I'm thankful that she felt all those feelings, because they got me here. And I am truly, truly, shocked that that person is nowhere in sight. I lived. I survived them. Which makes me kinda sad because I wanted them around forever, even though I don't anymore. Because none of that agony is worth the life I have built now.
I got my puppy! I got my first apartment! I moved in with my (now) wife! I got married! I got my other puppy! I might be a parent in the near future! I am living a full, meaningful life. Without teaching and without them.
Forgive my sappy introspection, but I think it's cool that I can release these thoughts into the internet, and maybe they could resonate with someone I've never met, you know? I'm happy where I am right now, but I pay homage to where I come from.
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The way Greaseball tells Dinah that he’s “washed up” and “finished”; I just know he assumed she wouldn’t wanna be with a loser. But she didn’t care. She loves him for him, and while that may be difficult to understand why given the way he treated her up until then and his general personality, she loves him. She clearly sees something in him that we don’t get to see; he shows her a side of himself that he doesn’t show anyone else. That much I know.
She is so proud of him being a winner, but that’s not her reason for being with him.
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