The Fellowship Discuss Musical Instruments

O amor tem muitas formas, ele pode durar uma vida inteira ou pode durar só um verão. Você pode amar alguém que está perto de você todos os dias ou você pode amar muito alguém que está longe. O amor também pode começar como uma amizade e, quando vê, não consegue mais viver sem aquela pessoa. O amor pode ser muitas coisas. Mas se tem uma coisa que o amor não é, é violento.

Coisa Mais Linda.

They meet in her mother’s garden, again and again. What is the use of a wall if not to cover it with flowers? 

My contribution to the Black Box Exchange 2021 for hadesephone

Black teens shouldn’t have to worry about being killed by cops.

LGBTQ+ teens shouldn’t have to worry about being thrown out or assaulted.

Asian teens shouldn’t have to worry about being attacked or facing xenophobia.

Latino teens shouldn’t have to worry about being told they don’t belong here or having family members deported. 

Low-income teens shouldn’t have to worry about how to succeed in a world stacked against them.

Teens shouldn’t have to worry about climate change or school shootings or all the other stuff they do, and underprivileged and minority teens have even more to worry about. Let’s change the world so future generations don’t have to go through this. 

“Musical based off a French novel with a deformed main character” shouldn’t be a genre, but it is also my favorite.

this fever dream:

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Resource Carrd

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

Carlos calling Jill ‘super cop’ is like Ada calling Leon ‘rookie’ and I’m here for it. 

somethin queer is brewin....

my last four brain cells watching me make another bad decision