Im Obsessed.

“i decided when i heard his voice” was actually one of the most insane things will graham has ever said imo and the implications are actually devastating to my mental state. he called hannibal, and the very second he heard his voice he decided that that was enough for him to not go through with his betrayal. just a simple “hello” made up his mind. a simple “hello” told him he didn’t have the heart to hurt him anymore.

ASK CHAT GPT??? I WOULD NEVER. I will be asking my local autistic transgender like god intended. Perhaps I’ll send a letter to the gay pope if I’m feeling silly.

Oh to be a “woman” in the year 1901 in English high society who sneaks out sometimes to play little boy with her most esteemed friend and trusted confidant, where they (17 years of age) dress up as boys, pinning their hair into the masculine style and hiding it under their caps, dirt and grease smudged on their faces, speaking in hushed tones about the women of the red light district they almost want to hire while looking through books they might consider buying for 5 cents

AHHH why do this to me

Imagine sbg ending with ashlyn sacrificing herself and closing the rift, trapping her inside so her friends can be free

dying to be held tenderly and treated like im the sweetest most precious thing in the world

I can’t- WHAT IS THIS

I promised a part two so here it goes. My letter to America and racism culture within Italian American culture.

50 years ago I wouldn’t be white. I mean, I’m not white. But I wouldn’t have had white on my passport (don’t ask me why it’s white on my passport) because I’m Italian. I’m not even Italian I’m Sicilian but to most Americans that’s the same thing. They think I’m being pompous and obnoxious about where I’m from. Like I’m more special than other Italian Americans. But like.. no? The opposite in fact??

Back in Italy, Sicilians aren’t white. Sicilians are dirty. They’re mixed and disgusting and their skin is too dark and they’re too poor. Back in Italy, my accent alone tells people what they need to know. So how does that relate to me, here in America?

In America, existing is confusing. My mother (the whitewashed Tsalagi woman) thinks I’m white on my dad’s side. “But Tala why the fuck does this matter?” I hear someone asking. Because you need to understand the difference between being Italian and Sicilian. It boils down to the fact that Sicily was colonized a trillion times. We had to do genetic testing for medical reasons, here’s what I found out. I’m Arab, black, unspecified Asian (dunno why they couldn’t specify), Greek, Italian, and ofc white and Native American. Those last two are from mummy dearest. Everything else is from my dad. Sicily is a mixed race culture. That’s why Sicilians look so different from each other. Because it’s not a genetic set, it’s mixing races. It’s a beautiful thing and a beautiful culture, but being Sicilian doesn’t make you white. You can be a white Sicilian the same way I’m Arab-Greek Sicilian, but it’s not an automatic designation.

If you’re sitting here wondering why the hell that matters, dw so did my friends before I explained it. Imma give you some examples of things that happened to me.

In meetings at the balboa park house of Italy, saying I’m Sicilian got me a ticket to having change my shirt bc a 40 year old woman purposely spilled her wine on me.

In 2023 I got called a Dago (a slur I haven’t heard used as one since my incredibly fucking Sicilian history teacher explained its use in America back in the day) because I had a Sicilian flag on the back of my jacket.

So yeah racism against Sicilians is still a thing and I’m tired of some of y’all acting like it isn’t.

Pretty please I need cool people to join my pack and by my pack I mean I want to be in a pack. I need mutuals and we can be a pack. I’m not the pack leader we don’t have a pack leader

Kade will you join my pack :(

I’m not freaking out I’m flipping my shit. What is my shit, you might ask? I dunno. A table. My life goals. Whatevs