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I had spent the majority of my time alone, and the rest of it apologizing for my existence. To this day, I have trouble. But I refuse to apologize for being. I will not say sorry. I am allowed to take up space. The world is going to see that I am valuable, and I will not be ashamed of myself for any reason.
—  the last paragraph of my memoir

So I was tagged by bangingian for the 20 amazing people challenge, thank you lovely, you’re a cupcake! (So here is my face cause it’s apparently required and yeah looks like I cut my hair!)

 So I am tagging all those truly amazing persons and just for your information you should be following every single one of them cause they’re all my fave out there :

nolfisher - backstreet-gurl - losingurshit - stagmania - ironxcity - peterspetrellis - rosamondslehmann - beautiful-ruiner - itsalphabetpony - xthatsclaudia - hashtaggallavich - shanolahampton - emmyfans - shamelessusnews - gallabitchy - kaei2 - shameless-us-addict - iantomickey - theluckyougot - fionagallagehr

aquellosdias asked:

Okay as a Venezuelan I'm always offended when people confuse me with a Mexican, not because there's anything wrong with them. Because it when you talk about Latin@s and Mexican being synonymous it erases all my culture. Same problem when asia=china

It literally says in the original post when “says a racist comment to you and uses the term “Mexican”.

Maybe the OP could have worded it a bit more precisely, but this is referring to an instance wherein the person who is insulting you, is insulting you by saying something negative about Mexicans.

If the act of aggression is solely someone making the assumption that because you are latin@ that you must be mexican (which is vaguely racist in and of itself), then of course saying “I’m not mexican” is an appropriate response.

So at the beginning of the year, I met a girl at school who had two classes with me. We first really talked at my friend Leann’s sweet sixteen, where she said that she didn’t think being gay was okay, but she wouldn’t put people down for it.

Yesterday, she gave me wiggly eyebrows after seeing me and my boyfriend (she thinks we’re a lesbian couple cause of gender stuff) holding hands, and told me we were super cute, asked how long we’d been dating, ect.

People do change :>

Yeah these feelings aren’t going away.

I guess I cried before the bad feelings struck.

i saw people freaking out about “world ain’t ready" and followed the link to see what the fuss was about

guess who’s got a new fic to read

I know that the popular portrayal of Teddy Lupin is that of a cocky punk rocker-type kid, but what about a Teddy Lupin who has a strong need to be What Is Expected, instead?  Not someone who likes to stand out in a crowd or who feels any real need to rebel, but someone who grew up in an atmosphere of grief-tinged determination and internalized it, the kind of child who looked at the adults around him and thought “I’m going to make it as easy for them to love me as I can”?

Maybe when he’s around his grandparents he picks up Tonks’ nose and laugh and penchant for cotton-candy-colored hair, and when he’s around Harry he adopts Lupin’s slouch and crooked half-smile and heavy-lidded eyes.  Maybe when they go out in public—in front of the Wizarding public, I mean—he’s bright colors and bright laughs and easy with the fame, whether he really feels comfortable with all those eyes on him or not, because he knows it’s part and parcel of being Harry Potter’s godson and the child of fallen war heroes, and the last thing he’d ever want is to make his family think he’s uncomfortable with them.  Maybe when they go out into the Muggle world—to awkwardly shake hands with Petunia and Dudley, to visit Ted Tonks’ extended family, to meet Hermione’s parents—his hair still looks colored but now it looks painted or dyed, not like it naturally grew out blue and green and pink, and if his face still changes nobody can tell, because by the time a muggle looks back a second time it looks the same as it was before.  

I dunno, I just feel like the child of a war like that would know the value of being what is needed, what is expected, what is easy and advantageous.  So he makes adjustments to his appearance and mannerisms on the fly based on the reactions of those around him, smooths out the rough patches and makes everyone more comfortable than they would have been otherwise, not because he thinks he owes it to anyone but just because he recognizes that it’s better than the alternative.  Probably there’s enough upset in his life without him manufacturing his own.