Queer Eye is so good because we get to see five members of the LGBTQA+ community laugh and cry and be silly! Those guys struggled so much in their lives! Bobby grew up in the south in a deeply religious communityand ran away at age fifteen! (he got outed.) Karamo is the first openly gay black man on reality tv and he drowned in toxic masculinity for the whole duration of his adolescence! Antoni confessed coming out was super painful because of internalized homophobia and a dysfunctional family life! Jonathan was shunned out by people he loved because of his identity, and I’m pretty sure Tan is the first openly gay Muslim man in the goddamn history of american tv!!!Those guys lived the trauma of our worst nightmares and are now happy and hugging each other and thriving. Just seeing them smile is fucking healing (and they are aware of it! They want us to know we can be happy too!) They truly love each other and give off such a good wholesome vibe. When we look at them there’s this little soothing voice that sounds like Karamo and whispers everything is going to be okay.
I had to Google this and I still don’t believe it’s real
This is a fake time line. I’ve just been lucid dreaming in a coma this whole time.
I cannot fucking believe
THIS IS REAL?
I just looked up the description and I’m having a stroke is this the real life or is this just fantasy caught in a landslide no escape from reality
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I remember when College Humor did this as a sketch. A JOKE. And now it’s an actual thing with the first trailer dropping tomorrow. We are living in a clown world.
Ok but a movie with a fully Spanish cast for a Spanish film where the cast isn’t all just white people? I don’t care if it’s gonna be wild as fuck, I want to watch it.
Wasn’t interested in seeing it until I saw how absolutely wild this fucking cast is
I just found this photo of me as a camp counselor for a wildlife and outdoors camp where they let me teach map & compass & orienteering and the thing is these kids were all from the city and they applied for this fully-funded program and it was the first time a lot of them had ever gone hiking and they were really nervous and I can’t help but think I probably didn’t inspire their confidence when I showed up
“hey kids I’ll be leading us all deep, deep into the woods today and probably we will all come back let’s roll”
this photo is of me teaching them how to count paces and obviously I cut all the kids out of the picture but in the original there are just a bunch of nervous looking youths following me
the most important thing about teaching orienteering at camp is there is usually and indoor portion when the kids learn the basics of looking at a map & compass and then an outdoor portion where we start applying the skills and I usually split that up with the other counselors so we weren’t always just doing the same thing and i LOVED it when I got the outdoor portion bc I’d lead the kids real deep into the woods and I’d be like
“okay, we’re definitely lost. y’all are gonna have to find our way back out of here, so who was paying attention inside earlier?”
and they’d be like “can’t you help”
and I’d say very seriously “I don’t know how to read a map.”
And they Always. Believed me.
wait let me make a correction. The High schoolers always believed me. The middle schoolers were less prone to immediate panic and I think that’s just part of the chaotic nature of being in middle school.
so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT
i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.
HE GONE.
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.
*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance*
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.
You’re pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, he’s been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
