can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
You are absolutely right! It feels like a bisexual screenwriter got introduced to save the day lmao. Rambling on a bit now, but, it's not even as much to me that bisexual characters can't be in a straight relationship, but when you only show them engaging with the same gender in an almost exclusively sexual context, and never a romantic one, it feels like you are playing me for a fool!
I am watching this italian show, "Imma Tataranni - sostituto procuratore", and the daughter of the main character has her first love with this extremely smart girl that then goes on to milan to study art. She is not discussed again! She basically disappears, and this girl gets togheter with the most basic guys ever who don't even appear that interested to her!
I ended up making a whole other post but he frustration called me.
House M.D. really threaded the needle with Thirteen's bisexuality by ALMOST giving her a biphobic arc (lots of flings with women but only stable with a man) but swerving last minute by putting her in a loving and committed relationship with another woman. SAFE!
I don't usually do this. I don't like just having a piece of me on the internet. But I need to just let this out.
Tonight is hard, I can't sleep, I've been crying nonstop for two hours. I'm not sure what triggered it, maybe this silly song that's stuck in my head. "Bug, bug, little mister bug! / If only you were bigger, I could really use a hug!". The moment I got in bed, sections of my childhood came back, not good ones. How I would spend every recess alone playing with bugs and ants, because every other kid didn't want anything to do with me. I was too weird. The way they would beat me, they never left me alone, the teachers never did anything. I would feed the ants pieces of my lunch, enjoy looking at their neat little rows, tried saying hi to all the ones that came over.
I really wasn't a bad or problematic kid, I still wonder how the fuck the adults in my life got that impression. I got max grades in everything, loved learning, never bothered everyone. I would just have crying fits because school was unbearable or tantrums for honestly justified reasons. I was distressed. Anyone would be in my position.
At home it wasn't any better, constant screaming, hurting me, fighting, lectures about how to be a better kid. It was hell, I barely got moments of peace. When I did I would look at the stars, dreaming about a future in which it was all better. In which I was not beat or sexually assaulted on the regular, in which I had a safe person, or just a future were I was happy.
I wish I could be there for me, help me, love me, cup my chubby little face, and say, "You are good! You are doing great! You're the best kid anyone could ask for! There is nothing wrong with you!". Go eat ice cream together.
I wanna be a mom. For a vey egoistic reason though. I wanna love something with all myself, I wanna pour every inch of my being into building a beautiful life for them, no matter what. I wanna sing my silly little songs to a small little human, hear them cry until my ears wish to bleed, console them, help them, never make them doubt how much I love them. Wake up early just to check on them sleeping. Tell them how beautiful they are, how they can achieve anything, how they will always be loved.
Maybe one day, for now they are just in my imagination. Goodnight.
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I'm Mai,my father
My friend , please save my father.Its on my deathbed my father 's bad condition. I can't do anything I hope you can help us,my friend.please.💔💔🥺☹️
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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Where I am from this is actually preatty normal behaviour
Hello everyone! Out of all of the expenses in my life, HRT is the one that is the most problematic. Because of the slow wait times in the UK, I have gone private and, as such, need £450 every three months to keep my medication going.
This is a hard bar to reach for me at my job so I'm starting a new donation goal thing. Every three months, for three months, the goal will be up and if we meet it, there will be a reward stream of some kind. The audience will be able to vote on what they want and it can be literally anything (as long as its possible).
I will be live in a couple of hours where I will talk about this more but if you would like to help, here is my donation link. I thank you very much. https://streamlabs.com/dynalope/tip
Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist / a devoted husband / a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork. I walk long distances to access electricity and internet, creating under harsh conditions to ensure my voice reaches the Tumblr community through my art. I hope you support me to continue surviving and ensure the safety of my family. Thank you for your time. Stay safe 🙏
21, femme, cute and rambly uni student, I post anything that comes to mind!
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