people are saying Peppermint can’t be a drag queen due to her gender identity….it’s time to remind ya’ll fools that over 15 contestants; including successful winners and faves were NOT CIS MEN and are doing well
“Asian eyes makeup.”
Warning: Rant ahead, proceed with caution.
I’m not even touching this as a Bang Yongguk fan, no matter how much i want to.
I’m calling this out as an Asian woman who, during a brief stint in an american high school, got ridiculed by then Caucasian schoolmates because of my ‘chinky eyes’ and called me and my cousin asian prostitutes when we wore kimono in school.
Look at how the tides have turned.
I guess it wasn’t as famous back then because if it is, i would have been asked tips on how to make their eyes look like mine instead of just pulling it at the corners.
Seriously. Asian eyes isn’t even a thing. Do you know how diverse Asia is? How much people’s looks vary from one region to another?
I’m not going to go too deep because this will turn into a 10 page rant.
Sigh. The type that carries all the disappointment and frustration that I felt, and still feel, about this.
Louis Tomlinson rises to rock and roll fame at age twenty three and is thrown into a life of luxury and excess, but being on stage isn’t easy for a boy who has always stuck to the side-lines, and Louis struggles to deal with his new fame as he joins the Grand Ole Opry and is sent out on tour with names like Liam Payne and Elvis Presley. His life takes a turn, however, when his childhood role model, Harry Styles, joins them on tour, and the two become closer than two men in the spotlight are allowed to be.
OR, the one where Louis is Johnny Cash and Harry is June Carter
main pairing: harry styles/louis tomlinson rating: general audiences status: complete word count: 5.6k
Truth be told, Harry isn’t one to draw the same person over and over again – besides Niall, but that doesn’t count because Niall is always around for Harry to practice and it means nothing. Normally, when Harry draws people, it’s when someone catches his eye on the train or while he’s waiting for a class to begin – almost always someone Harry doesn’t see again, or recognizes.
I’m fucked, Harry realizes with a flutter in his chest. All he can think about is red lips and blue eyes and a laugh that shines brighter than any star in the night sky.
or the one where harry’s an art student with a massive crush on the boy who sometimes plays football across the park.