So I’m arguing with a guy I know over why rape jokes are not funny and are completely unacceptable. And I asked him would he tell a rape joke to a rape victim. He deflected, I pressed him. he said that he didn’t know anyone who he knew for a fact had been raped and it would depend on the person. Then I said that you do not know the experiences of those around you, anyone can be a rape victim, you just don’t know, and to mock the experiences of the victims of one of the most horrific crimes there is Really Fucked Up. His response was literally, “Some people make rape jokes to cope.” ….. I pointed out that, as he has admitted he doesn’t actually know ANY rape victims, his point was weak at best. I honestly don’t know what else to say.
Celebrations for the 25th anniversary of Disneyland Paris have started! I love Tink’s new outfit! (also I missed everything, ahah. I’m oversea in Vancouver for the next four months, anyone around here? =) )
anyone who says they like ur blog is lying you r a total bitch and i dont understand y anybdy could want 2 b around u. y would anyone like an ugly bitch like u?
This level and aggression and negativity seems a wee bit unnecessary, mate. Feel free to express your opinion in a mature and civilized manner if you really have a problem with me or my blog. But if you are doing this just to be an asshole, then you can go choke on a dick. Have a lovely day!
Charlotte Bacheofe, the son of Charlotte Perospero and Jules Rhodonite.
He’s as mean as he looks, not being afraid to push his way around anything or anyone to get his way. He takes after his father in terms of odd sense of fashion, combining all sorts of different clothes to feel comfortable in them though he isn’t a fan of wearing shoes in general (often preferring to go barefoot wherever he goes). He loves to play rough with the other kids as evident with the amount of scratches he proudly wears on his body.
He highly admires his aunt Pudding for her superior acting skills and hopes to be just like her. He also loves sweets like his dad, namely preferring sour candy. However, despite his pushy/bossy personality, he respects his parents a great deal and knows better to try and sass them.
It seems that Quinn had an easier time communicating with Astrid - even in his actual speech patterns. With Carrie he seems to not only struggle more with the words and stuttering by also repeats himself over and over regardless of what she says to him. Maybe he is nervous around her?? Anyone else desperate for them to have a good fight so they can start to move past this?
Cynthia: That’s a really interesting theory. I recently delved into the speech scenes for @frangipaniflower001′s Aphasia feature (here) so I’m inclined to agree.
Normally, I’d argue that it may be coincidental, but based on Rupert’s comments, it seems that they put a lot of thought into when, where, and how Quinn would struggle with his speech.
As for desperation for him to move past it, Sydney and I are probably the most angsty about Quinn’s state and we regularly rage offline about the need to depict some improvement. Everyone else here is annoyingly ‘adult’ about it.
Sara: I can confirm that Quinn’s stutter/speech issues are worse/magnified around Carrie b/c his being nervous around her is 150,000% true to life. (Source: I stuttered very badly throughout my childhood/teenage years.)
Well, its close to 10, which means if I feel asleep at 10, I’d get under 5 hours sleep. Im wondering if staying awake is the better option. I mean, I have to be mostly functional to dress for surgery for 2 hours while I wait, but then I’ll be out cold for 4+ hours ansd then in a bed and on drugs and will sleep a lot Im sure.
It’s that or I shower, use the Chlorihexidine, put the fresh clean sheets on the sofa and lay here all night worried in my fresh clean sleep clothes until the zombie me who tried and failed to sleep then does the morning prep.
I dont know if I can do that as somewhere around midnight I will fall asleep and nothing sucksmore then sleeping for 2-3 hours in the middle of the night. I’ll be night of the living hellish dead to anyone around me. I am not a morning person. Morning starts around 10am. Not 3am. My parents are picking me up around 440-445 at the latest so I have to be 100% ready by then.
Stress. Stress. Stress.
Surgery at 715am, I was worried Id get one later in the day and spend all day worried but now it’s sleep Im not going to get that worries me. They may not even have to sedate me, I’ll be snoring on the operating table.
So yeah. here I am, still alive for now… waiting. And I have 2 hours of liquids left so I have to drink up my water and juice now because in the morning I get to brush my teeth, and take my meds with a sip of water. FUN.
Who wants to swap places with me? I’ll give you $20.
heath had his back against the dolly as he laid underneath the volvo he had been working on for most of the day. what started out as a simple oil change turned into a shit ton of other needed repairs, which had booked his schedule for the remainder of the day. “fuckin’ rich kids don’t know how to read the warning lights on their dashboard apparently.” he mumbled just under his breath. there wasn’t anyone around to listen to his rant, but it felt good saying it out loud so that he could get it off his chest. he slid out from under the car when he needed to change tools, and before he went back under the car he caught glimpse of someone walking over. “if you are here to set an appointment just drop your keys off with the receptionist in the door to the right. i’m a little booked up today, so i can’t promise i’ll get to it until tomorrow.”
Lex around anyone else:
I don’t disclose my secrets to anyone, i’ve had too many bad experiences with paparazzi, gotta keep those emotional walls up, i’m a secret wrapped in an enigma
hey Lex what’s u-
Clark, did I ever tell you about how my mother died? I was 13 years old and I think that's when my father stopped being capable of feeling love for me, and afterward I used to have these nightmares that-
full offense, and this is coming from a white latinx, but racist white latinxs are just as bad as racist whites. full stop. being latinx doesn’t excuse racist behavior or deny you of white privilege regardless of how marginalized we are as a people. it makes us no better than them, and trust, to them we all look the same and beneath them, so being a racist definitely doesn’t earn you brownie points. You can miss me with that “avanzar la raza” bullshit because los gringos will still call you a wetb*ck regardless of how different you think you are to the people who are of a darker skin tone than you.
I’ve been watching them for almost 6 years now and although I never got the chance to see them in real life, these two movies/videos really summed up everything I love about them and more. The performance was incredible (cringey but amazing) and the documentary brought tears to my eyes. Thanks to Dan & Phil for always making us constantly smile and inspired with everything you do! Also thanks to the Phandom for embracing me into this community. This is the most fun, I’ve ever had :’)!