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Well, actually, a bridge has two sides. And mother had two daughters. We did this together. And weāll continue to do this together.
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The taste of your red.
OoOokay I admit it, it was just a sketch of two girls having fun. But I wanted so much to celebrate the bubbline miracle! And I donāt have enough time for my lil hot blog, sooo⦠AND OH, I guess that itās pretty much what happened after the kiss scene, right?
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thoughts on the friendzone
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didnāt know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. Ā we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. Ā he wasnāt the only one. Ā there was ben, and mitch, and noahābut kyleās the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me ābecause youāre a girl and iām a boy, shouldnāt we like each other?ā
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldnāt just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. Ā we built block towers and sang to my teacherās lion king soundtracks when sheād turn the lights off during lunch time. Ā one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. Ā everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if heād kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. Ā people didnāt like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. Ā he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him iād be his best friend because iād always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. Ā he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didnāt show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. Ā heād ask me personal invasive questions but i didnāt mind because it was attention and i liked attention. Ā i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day. Ā i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole? Ā but whenever i asked him, he just told me, āgirls only date assholes. Ā thereās no room for nice guys like me.ā
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know. Ā being friendly. Ā i thought we were friends. Ā but then, how many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said ādamnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and sheās only interested in chicks!ā
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. Ā beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if iād ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how heād never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and heād talk about all my favourite games with me. Ā he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly. Ā but heād put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, heād still come over every day and do it.
ādonāt you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? Ā donāt you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?ā
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who donāt give ānice guysā like them i chance, i always want to just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. Ā and iām 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesnāt love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not āwhat a bitch,ā were not āshe just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!ā were not āim going to keep pushing her until she dates me,ā
they were
āshe is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best sheās ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.ā
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. Ā that he just wanted her for a relationship. Ā a girl who was just an object to win, a prize. Ā a girl whoās trust youāve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. Ā but you girlfriendzoned her, first.
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āTwo other people took my picture before you, so I was already popular.ā
I know that some people said in the comments that this outfit was culturally appropriative, but just remember that you donāt know that someone isnāt a POC or biracial just by looking at them. Donāt assume other peopleās races.Ā
^ My immediate reaction was to be upset by this photo because, Iām sorry, Iām just so fucking sick of people stealing Asian outfits and making them cool or trendy. But then I thought that maybe sheās a mixed kid. If not, thereās a problem here, though.
Hi. Iām actually Japanese. Most of us LIKE when people find beauty in our culture. As long as nobody is disrespecting us or making a mockery of us, then there isnāt a problem, and if you think there is, then it seems that you are in favor of cultural segregation and that is causing more harm than good.
When I was in Japan, there were a lot of places where you could get done up in a kimono or the male equivalent and have your picture taken. No one cares.
Most Korean people I know are pretty delighted when foreigners wear hanbok, in a āoh, you are appreciating our culture! you look good in thatā way. I have never actually heard or heard of people reacting negatively to non-Korean people wearing traditional Korean clothes, unless they were racist to begin with and would have objected to foreigners regardless of what they were wearing.
āAppropriationā is, I think, only appropriation when either it is done in a blatantly disrespectful way, or if the group whose clothes (etc) are being adopted is culturally marginalized to the degree where they themselves face discrimination when they wear those things.
Korean people, afaik, donāt give a fuck. When foreigners visit and wear our clothes, itās in good fun by people who are usually appreciative of the aesthetic qualities of what theyāre donning, and also because we ourselves have never faced discrimination for our nationality or traditional dress.
uhhh, basically, intent matters, context matters, people within the same community often have radically different ideas of whatās okay. But you know, I think the only Koreans I know whoād potentially care are the American-raised ones on liberal, activisty college campuses who are extremely well versed in the liberal, activisty language and rulebook.
Thank you!!
I also think it makes a difference in that the clothing is, you know,Ā the actual thing and not some vaguely exotic knock-off like most people do with native american clothing. Like this is a legit, actual Kimono. Thereās nothing really in the culture OF kimono that has rules about who wears this sort of thing when. Likeā¦kimono literally means āthing you wearā. -shrug-
Bolded some of the things that stood out the most to me.
#Ā itās not like wearing inaccurate and sacred native american clothingĀ or wearing a bindiĀ or a burqaĀ wear youāre doing it disrespectfullyĀ and the people of that group is marginalized and made fun of for those thingsĀ and there is meaning behind them that people ignore or take for grantedĀ kimonos are jusr robes and there isnāt really a stigma about people who wear themĀ
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When foreign women come to India we give them pottus and sarees and teach them how to wear them.Ā
Please stop speaking for us, SJWs.Ā
There is a huge difference between wearing an item known for its religious or social significance (for exampleāa Plains headdress), and wearing something that is just a general item of clothing (like kimono).
If youāre wearing it to sexualize it (ie: āsexy kimonoā in the fetish scene) or to mock its origin (ie: āsexy geisha Halloween costume!ā), then thatās inappropriate. But wearing a kimono in good faithāsay to a cherry blossom festivalāisnāt in any way cultural appropriation, itās cultural appreciation.
Like, Iām Dominican, and when people want to buy Mascaras de Carnaval, or learn to dance merengue or bachata, itās not a bad thing.
It massively discourages people, especially young people, to learn about new cultures and history of different countries when (predominantly white) SJWās are there screaming that you canāt wear/do something from cultures that arenāt your own.
Tbh let young people and children explore countries and cultures outside their own???Itās just as important as letting them discover any other personal interests, and instead of being scared an 8 year old might look racist, educate them on what they can enjoy and what is not acceptable!! Itās no different than educating a child about whatās acceptable behaviour and what isnāt in everyday life.
And I hope the little girl in the picture enjoyed herself and continues to respectfully enjoy other cultures, she doesnāt look like sheās mocking Japanese culture at all.
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I canāt believe itās over. I made a a thing and I completed the thing and of course itās not perfect but itās finished and itās mine and I am simultaneously on cloud nine and heartbroken.
I will miss my children ;____;
Thank you so much for taking this journey with me <3
P.S. Since this is the final update, it would be really awesome if youād consider reblogging this post. Share a complete, queer, romance/sci-fi webcomic with a friend for pride month :D
P.P.S. If you have a question for the Q&A, please leave a comment on LINE webtoon rather than sending me an ask, itās easier for me if all the questions are in one place. Thank you!
by storyboard supervisor Erik Fountain
A few years ago, Erik put together these updated AT storyboard guidelines for new board artists and revisionists.
These are excellent notes for tv boarding.
On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.
Ā Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing.Ā
Edna and āCookie.ā I think she was trying to play it cool.Ā
My name is Jeanie. Iām Ednaās younger sister. Iām also her guardian and caregiver.Ā
Thatās me on the left.Ā (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating -Ā Jeanie Does the InternetĀ - Iāve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.)Ā
ANYWAY, IāmĀ not ādoing the internetā anymore. Iām taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.
May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.
In case youāre wondering where our parents are, theyāre dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33.Ā
Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)
As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - weāre awesome.Ā
Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome.Ā
In case youāre wondering āWhatās wrong?ā with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street Ā - Ā NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I donāt know if thatās anymore āwrongā than people who donāt have manners.Ā
Basically, Edna was born ānormal,ā and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except āretarded,ā because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosaās Law into effect, replacing that word with āintellectually impaired.āĀ
Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, thereās a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but donāt. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this:Ā
YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesnāt everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for Godās sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS!Ā
But, as it says above, Ednaās legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story.Ā
Edna refusing to go inside.Ā
These are theĀ stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless.Ā
For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But theyāve told me āthese things take timeā and that I āneed to amend my expectations.ā (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an āoptionā that was offered to me.)Ā
Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Ednaās reppinā the Wildcats below.Ā
But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didnāt want me to worry.Ā
By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.
Sheās dead, too. Surprise.
She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. Thatās when I became Ednaās legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna.Ā
So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I movedĀ Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me.Ā Iāve told them Iām worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on theĀ stairs - Ā Iāve told them I canāt afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didnāt show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because āthat what I thought I was supposed to do.ā)Ā
But the people over at the FLRC donāt return my calls, they donāt file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, āThatās just [insert name of said jackass].āĀ
He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this:Ā
So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you canāt deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!
Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. Iām also sad. Sad for those who donāt have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. OrĀ monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them.Ā
Iām also sadĀ for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort.Ā And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person youāre doing it all for.
Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, sheās not impressed.Ā
Hereās the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. IāM NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. Iām going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.
Thatās where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know Iām not alone in this. I want to connect with familiesĀ who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what itās like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding.Ā
Iām going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled.Ā
Thank you,Ā
JeanieĀ
Facebook:Ā Ā facebook.com/eisforedna
Twitter: @EisforEdnaĀ
This made me cry
SIGNAL BOOST
STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISNāT ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WONāT MAKE YOU SAD.
This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit
They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they arenāt alone.
I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.
SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST
Repost! This story needs told!
Disabled lives matter. Sooo much.Ā
Aiya Van Kooten everyone
When Aiya Van Kooten stood face-to-face with a burglar in her bedroom, her left eye twitched, then she went into āpredator modeā.
āI screamed at him⦠jumped off my chair, leaped over my bed and sprinted after him down the stairs,ā she said.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/8626910/Predator-mode-scares-off-burglars
This is the best story of my life
āAlthough she was the only one home, Van Kooten said she had no regard for her safety - instead, she said she was just overwhelmed with ārageāā¦.. ummmmm Hero!!!Ā
Haha, badass Muslim woman. Love it!!!
This lady is so awesome. She lives with her grandma and was studying and had a towel on her head and no shoes but she chased them out of her garden, kicked one up the arse as he climbed a fence, they dropped a camera and laptop, she flagged down a passing driver to help her continue the pursuit, and it turned out he was ex-military, and they finally caught one of them in a park and pinned him as the police arrived.Ā Now sheās going to visit the burglar in prison for the next few months to help with his rehabilitation.
So in summary:
This lady doesnāt just defend her home and loved ones, she will hunt you down, team up with other skilled individuals, get you put away, and then teach you the consequences of your actions until youāre a valuable member of society once more.
Seriously sheās a frigging superhero.
but tell me again about how muslim women who cover canāt possibly be strong or empowered.
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my boyfriend and I sometimes struggle to be on the same page when it comes to comforting- often i just want to vent and donāt need advice, whereas validation confuses him and he wants a plan of action
to counter this, weāve come up with a system where we ask:Ā ādo you want advice, empathy, both or neither?āĀ
if itās just advice, i know to go straight to action points and not spend time on fluffy wordsĀ
if itās just empathy, he knows i want to be reassured and comforted and thatās all
if itās both, itās time for advice that recognises how hard the situation is and is perhaps gentler in nature
if itās neither, just a hug is really good
i recommend trying to use this in your lives! it makes sure youāre giving and getting what you need, and reduces the risk of resentment or similar
PSA for my fellow white people
Latino/Latina: originating from the Carribean, South or Central America. Gender neutral term (in English)Ā is usually written as latinx.
Sentence: MarĆa was born in Ecuador, so she is Latina.
Hispanic: Spanish-speaking.
Sentence: JosĆ© was born in Brazil, so he is NOT Hispanic, since his countryās official language is Portugese, but he IS considered Latino.
Mexican: from the Central American country named Mexico, NOT a language. NOTICE! not all Latinos in the US are from Mexico
Sentence: Enrique was born in Mexico, so he is Mexican. Enrique speaks Spanish, since āMexicanā is not a language.Ā
Chicano/Chicana/Chicanx: a person of Mexican descent (usually born in the US)
Sentence: Annaās parents were born in Mexico, so she identifies as Chicana. Her friend Miguelās parents are from Colombia, so he identifies as Latino.
Spanish: a language spoken by many countries all over the world/ originating from the country Spain. NOTICE! not the only language spoken in Spain or South/Central America.
Sentence: Juan was born in Madrid, so he is Spanish. He only speaks Spanish, but has friends who speak other languages.
Quechua, Catalan, Nahuatl, Gallego, Euskera: other languages spoken in countries where Spanish is the āofficialā language. Many Hispanics are bilingual and Spanish may not be their native language.
Sentence: Alba was born in a region of Spain called Catalonia. Even though she is Spanish, she speaks Catalan with her family and friends.Ā
Sentence #2: Sofia was born in Mexico and does not speak āMexican,ā but her family does speak Nahuatl, a native language originating in Mexico.
That is all.
Mandatory reading for my followers.Ā