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what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.

gus did NOTHING. it’s so fucking funny. gus is like hi welcome to los pollos hermanos lalo what can i get u? ^_^ and lalos like oh some spice curls would be great :3 and when he walks off lalo is talking to nacho abt how ugly his outfit is. like is this fuckinh mean girls. is he the regina george of the salamancas. where the hell am i.

gus did NOTHING. it’s so fucking funny. gus is like hi welcome to los pollos hermanos lalo what can i get u? ^_^ and lalos like oh some spice curls would be great :3 and when he walks off lalo is talking to nacho abt how ugly his outfit is. like is this fuckinh mean girls. is he the regina george of the salamancas. where the hell am i.

gus did NOTHING. it’s so fucking funny. gus is like hi welcome to los pollos hermanos lalo what can i get u? ^_^ and lalos like oh some spice curls would be great :3 and when he walks off lalo is talking to nacho abt how ugly his outfit is. like is this fuckinh mean girls. is he the regina george of the salamancas. where the hell am i.

it’s so valid of kim to be able to have a love affair with the city of revachol through harry, its chosen avatar.

it’s so real of him to declare his love for the city right in front of harry, with the city being a real entity harry is in direct contact with.

it’s so awesome that he met harry in the context of wanting to sincerely spoil a foolish “cop-off” because he thought one of the most underserved and impoverished areas of revachol deserved to be taken seriously.

it absolutely rules that he then was met with a man who wears all the scars of the city’s history in his body, an embodiment of the failure that haunts the city, connected to that failure in a supernatural sense, stumbling down the stairs to greet him.

it’s amazing how being harry’s companion was exactly the purpose that kim was looking for and that’s why he took to it so willingly. I love it

so i work for a small regional museum. remotely, i should add. the museum itself is about 2000km west, so i've never actually been there but i research and write articles about local history for them. and because the town was only formally settled in the 1920s and a lot of the museum's supporters are older, the majority of the history i write about is within, or just outside of living memory. this means that people will comment on our posts with memories or connections of their own. they'll tag their friends and family and say 'remember this?'

a few week ago, i wrote a week's worth of posts about immigration, largely displaced persons in the aftermath of the second world war. there was an outpouring of memories and people sharing these posts and sharing them. our notifications were blowing up with people saying "thanks for writing about my uncle" and "i knew them when i was young, but i never knew their story" and "she looks so beautiful here" and "our families used to get together for dinners, i'm still friends with his daughter."

regular people, non-historians, are inclined to think of history as a monolithic past leading up to the present; an easy timeline of textbook names and events. and we think of museums largely the same way. you have the louvre and you have the smithsonian and maybe a modern art museum or a niche museum for skeletons or canoes or one specific guy. museums are reserved for the big things, but they're for the little things and people that will never be in textbooks.

and i'm thinking about the way people responded to those posts, seeing their own history remembered with the same reverence as the big stuff. maybe you never knew the people being written about, or maybe you did, and for a few days, they are alive again, and your neighbours and your classmates and your councilmen are remembering your family, and they are alive.

:3