I Can’t Believe This

the owl house is a kids show.

no, listen to me. i say this with so much joy and emotion.

it’s a kids show.

a black latina bisexual neurodivergent witch is the protagonist of a kids show, and canonically is the love interest to a lesbian witch.

this show handles serious topics with such care and phrases/portrays it in ways children can understand. abusive parents, chronic illness/disability awareness, family isn’t bound by blood, forgiveness, healing, second chances… i could go on and on.

kids are watching this.

kids are watching this and taking this stuff in. they are recognizing toxic patterns, they are learning that found family is just as important and real as blood family. they are seeing themselves in these characters. they are seeing people who may have two moms, or two dads. they are seeing a black protagonist. they are seeing a latina protagonist. they are seeing a bisexual protagonist. they are seeing a lesbian character in the main cast. they are seeing a black boy in the main cast. they see people like them be represented.

i am so, so, so, so fucking grateful for this show. i grew up with gravity falls, and that show taught me so much. imagine what more gravity falls could’ve done if it was made in today’s era.

i’m so glad that there are kids who can grow up with this show.

thank you, owl house.

✧A fantastic adventure around perfect worlds✧

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Acclaimed horror mangaka junji ito whipping

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(hannibal voice) tell me, will... was the killer gender nonconforming as fuck?

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

“Sometimes I imagine what it’d be like to / show you I’m alive. The thrill of it. The sharp / inhale. The nerve exposed. The bone.”

— — Kate Baer, from “First Love,” What Kind of Woman (via lifeinpoetry)

The best of Salem Saberhagen from “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” (1996-2003).

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