hi hello annyeong. (is like 2 days late) i can’t handle yet another character but here i am, getting another character!!! don’t read the bio i submitted to the main blog, ‘cause i wrote it at 5 am on no sleep so it actually sucks? instead read THIS ONE. it still sucks but its kinda better. BUT OK HERE’S CHANGKYUN:
age- I turn 25 this year. yes, I’m kinda too old for this site I know. biggest fear- disappointing my parents. not because they put a lot of pressure on me but because they’ve supported me so much that I can’t live with myself if I turn out to be a failure. current time-1342 hrs drink you last had- bottled oolong tea every day starts with- coffee favorite song- I don’t have a definite favourite song but currently love Fields of Gold by Sting ghosts- i dont know what this is asking hometown- Singapore is so small so I’ll just say Singapore. in love with- movies. my wife. jealous of- cats. they are so chill. why can’t I be as chill? killed someone- nice try feds last time i cried- the last time i had tears in my eyes was I hit my toe on a table leg middle name- like a second name? Fuad is actually my second name. My first being Muhammad. People don’t call me Muhammad especially in Singapore there’s a whole bunch of Muhammads running around and it can get confusing. number of siblings- 3 one wish- that the path I am taking is the right one for me. person you last called/texted- i was talking to my mother but it was a group chat on whatsapp question you’re always asked- probably “hey, how are you?” random fact- I’ve never smoked a cigarette before in my life and have no intention to. time you woke up- 8.30 am today which was 30 minutes before class so you can imagine my panic. underwear color- take me out to dinner first. vacation destination- i really really want to go to Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia and Turkey. worst habit- I put the ‘pro’ in procrastination your favorite food- Mutton biryani. not just any mutton biryani but the Mutton biryani from Zam-Zam restaurant in Singapore. If any of you come by, you have to eat it. zodiac sign- Leo, but don’t talk to me about horoscopes. Planetary bodies have no effect on my life whatsoever.
- you are disappointing your parents. you have no idea how, but you know you are
- people keep taking you on as a pet project
- you spin between “academic genius” and “profound special needs” daily
- a lady takes you out of class to play with blocks and answer mental math problems. the reason why she does this is never explained
- why is everyone so mean?????? to you? to each other?????? does not compute
- you try to be funny. you fail. spectacularly.
- it feels like the whole world wants to kick your ass
- “stop that filthy habit [that comforts you in times of stress that you don’t even realise you’re doing]”
N.B. This kind of blew up, and there’s been some confusion. Allow me to be clear: DO NOT REBLOG THIS ANYMORE. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A LIST OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCES IN THE IRISH EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM. IT DOES NOT APPLY TO EVERY AUTISTIC KID EVER. THANK YOU.
please remember there is no doctor frankenstein. he is just a boy. he skips class to piece together a body and can’t even remember to eat and sleep and when he gives life to the body he freaks the fuck out and sets the place on fire. he doesn’t answer letters and he cries all the time but he refuses to accept comfort from anyone.
who tf called him doctor frankenstein and why is he known as that he’s like eighteen years old and is a doctor of nothing but disappointment and bad parenting.
Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”
But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it.
To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy.
The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm.
A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat.
Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.
This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.
aah what a good day to remember that keith is 16 and visualizing him in sexual situations, especially with an adult, is disgusting and also illegal wow breathe that fresh air
Ah, what a day to see people like you still think fictional characters = real people.
But okay I’ll bite I’m in a fantastic mood. All the sheith and shaladin ships made my day so now I’ll share my happiness with you whether you like it or not.
So you still believe Shiro is over 20+? First off, it’s your HC so you do you idc but you’re trying to force me to see it YOUR way? Huh, you don’t care that I don’t agree and sent a hate mail to showcase your intolerance of my opinions in MY blog? Whoa so petty of you like chill man go take a break or something before you hurt yourself with your shitty self-entitlement issues.
And wow, I guess Dreamworks and VLD’s official statements about “5 teenagers” are wrong in ALL of their SOURCES. Whoa I wonder why they don’t ever talk about or even acknowledge that disgusting cringy video ya’ll worship like the Lord itself. Hmm~?
Now throwing your shitty logic back at you.
If fictional characters = real people. Then I cannot believe how disgusting YOU are for visually sexualizing Keith (who you think is 16) a poor UNDERAGE minor with another UNDERAGE minor like Lance or Hunk or Pidge in obscene SEXUAL BEHAVIOR.
“B-But it’s okay because th-they are around th-the same age!” You cry out as you try to justify your double standards between your (deem to be) “good” ship versus my (you think is) “bad” ship.
Wow you legit just implied you like underage porn with underage kids like fucking gross that’s illegal too btw wtf gtfo you voyeuristic pedo. THINK OF THE FUCKING CHILDREN YOU PRICK HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO KEITH HE’S ONLY 16 WTF YOU LIKE SEEING HIM GETTING VIOLATED BY ANOTHER 16 OR WORSE 17 YEAR OLD? THOSE ARE KIDS YOU’RE LOOKING AT GROSS!1!1
See that? Now I sounded just like you–good thing I don’t believe a single lick of your shitty bullshit or care about fictional characters in sexual or other types of situations since fictional characters =/= real people. No real person is being forced into a relationship with another real person. It’s just 2+ fictional fake people getting together in a fake universe in a fake storyline. If you can’t handle that then you need help or parent-lock your pc to stop you from seeing anything fictional online.
I ship whatever I want. And I love shipping Shiro with nearly every single character in Voltron so I’ll keep doing that thanks. I never cared about height/weight/age/race/etc of characters–just their personality and color schemes in comparison to other characters. Nor am I shallow or petty to attack other shippers over their opinions or HCs in their tags or blogs like you.
The reason why I don’t care is also simple: it’s because I personally do not let fiction AFFECT my sense of reality too drastically or warp it dramatically like you. That’s why I know how to tell the difference between the fiction I consume from the reality I live in.
Now when will you?
Because I’m still waiting for you antis to go attack Disney for showing little kids all the UNDERAGE Princesses getting into relationships and even marrying ADULT PRINCES in their movies like it’s totally okay. (And here’s the thing: it IS okay because it’s all FICTIONAL holy shit Disney knows the difference too!)
So why don’t you scurry on off and pretend your ship isn’t problematic in your shitty logic while I enjoy my ships that I know aren’t problematic in canon OR fanon. Because sending hate to shippers only proves how insecure you are in your ship and how petty and jealous you are about mine.
And it shows you fool so please keep sending more proof that my ships are just as fantastic like the decent shippers that ship them are–for we constantly are debunking your bs while still creating new fanart/fanfics to celebrate our ships.
Whoa can you imagine though? You’re chilling and in a great mood when suddenly an anti sends you hate in your ask like as if their opinion is the word of God and you are to obey and listen to them no questions asked–forget your own opinions and HCs while you’re at it.
Yeah right as if I ever will, especially to an anti, you are a shitty person and your opinion that you are trying to shove in my face is now shitty too.
Now begone from my blog and go pretend I didn’t just kick your arse–denial and immaturity seem to be the only things you’re good at so get to it.
Okay, so big thanks to @jupiterqueen42 (who is one of my favorite blogs omg I died and went to heaven when I saw this go check them out) who prompted today’s fic!
Summary: A Sleepless Night With Phil Part Six Sick Baby edition.
Warnings: Talk of minor illness in babies (cold and asthma) but nothing bad happens
Author’s note: Again, thank you so so so much for the prompt! I don’t know if you guys know this, but getting propmts really makes my day. ^_^ You can make my day right here if you want ;D Also, this fic has my OC kid Zach in it so if you want to see the first fic he’s in just click here
The video started, and Phil waved at the camera. “Hey, guys!” he whisper-shouted. His eyes were tired and a shadow of concern and stress darkened the area underneath. “Welcome to A Sleepless Night With Phil Part, what part are we on? Like six, right? We’ll go with six. This is a very special edition because I’m going to have a special guest with me!” He paused here to give a wide smile and a thumbs up. “Back by popular demand, Zach will be spending the night awake with me, but not really by choice. See, a couple days ago Zach started showing symptoms of a cold and since this will be his first ever, Dan and I obviously rushed him to the doctor but she said he would be fine but to come back if his fever reached 38.5 degrees. Fortunately, his fever peaked this afternoon at 37.8 and has been steadily dropping so he’s gonna live. Of course, he’s always had trouble sleeping through the night because of asthma, so he’s even fussier with a stuffed up nose. Dan literally hasn’t had more than a fifteen minute nap since Zach first started showing symptoms, so I’ve banished him to bed and I’m on Baby Duty. Let’s go check on Zach, shall we?”
The video jumped to Phil standing in a nursery with a clearly very tired and cranky infant nestled into his chest. “So, it looks like Zach isn’t doing too hot but he’s better than before and his breathing is still pretty even so we’re doing loads better, right, Zach?” At the sound of his name Zach let out a soft little baby noise but otherwise ignored his father who grinned like the sun. “Okay, so one thing the doctor told us to do is to make like a little baby sauna for him so basically we’re gonna go to the smallest bathroom in our house and I’m gonna turn the shower on super hot and we’re just going to sit there for a bit while the steam helps unstuff Zach’s nose. Unfortunately, this camera probably isn’t waterproof, so I can’t take you guys with us so we will see you in fifteen minutes!”