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veganism by proxy and dangers of assumption

this is unrelated to anything else on my blog and mostly likely no one will ever read it and that’s okay I think I just need to get it out of my head and into the living world

Three of my best friends, two of whom I live with, are vegan. Their friends are vegan and their friend’s friends are vegan, and they work at vegan restaurants and we cook vegan, I bake them vegan treats and we generally have a fantastic time. I’m not vegan, but I’ve always eaten vegan food and tried out alternatives whenever I can. I’ve never been the type to make fun of vegan stereotypes, because I think it requires a lot of dedication, passion, and effort to be vegan. I’m not a huge meat eater and I try to be aware of what I’m eating and where it came from and the process it took to get to my mouth, while still indulging in the foods I love and the tastes that make live worth living. dramatic? absolutely but I really fucking love food y'all

None of my friends have ever tried to convert me or (that I know of) judge me or my eating habits, but every so often I meat someone (heh) who isn’t satisfied with my usual answer of “I’m not vegan, but I cook and eat vegan often” and feel the need to go “well why don’t you just go vegan then?”

Does asking someone about their personal choices becomes less personal when it’s something you care a lot about? I don’t think so, but that might not be a shared opinion.

The girl who asked this (this time, because there’s definitely been others) didn’t just drop it once I said “Ah, just personal reasons. I think it’s an incredible movement though and I’m glad it’s gaining popularity.” because that would’ve been too polite. She pressed on.

“But if you think it’s so incredible why wouldn’t you just do it? You say you love animals, but you’re contributing to their murder. You’re just a hypocrite.”
So I said what I initially didn’t want to, because I knew it would just make a semi-pleasant conversation into an awkward silence all because this girl doesn’t know how to respect other people’s choices without disparaging them.

“Well I had a severe eating disorder for seven years, so I stay away from restricting or cutting foods out of my diet. It puts me into a dangerous mindset, so I try to be conscious of that and take care of myself before anything.”

Even after saying this I felt I was still being judged. She had the decency to look a little embarrassed for prying, but I don’t necessarily believe she left thinking “maybe I should stop assuming I know the intricacies of strangers’ lives”. Which is what it all comes down to. Assumptions.

I love animals. Animals have been what showed me true love, what taught me understanding and helped me find happiness and purpose ever since I was young. My cat died years ago and I still break out in tears (regularly). What’s more is I have been vegan, and every time I do it I think I’ll be able to handle it, and every time I’ve ended up underweight, restricting, anemic, in the hospital, or with a severely disordered way of thinking. It happens eventually with any change in diet I try. I don’t like having to explain to someone why I think it’s important to put myself, my mental health, and my physical wellbeing first. We all have deeply personal decisions about our lives that we have to make. It’s up to us as individuals to decide how our (very short) experience on this world will be.

I try not to share my stances and opinions on tumblr and just stay for the fun things I love like anime, humor, video games, art. I feel as if I have a lot of grey area stances that aren’t emotion driven (and therefore come off as cold or unfeeling) and people online generally don’t like hearing morally ambiguous viewpoints, because there’s always going to be someone who disagrees, right? I hope this isn’t taken as an anti-vegan post, because it isn’t. Veganism is an amazing movement and lifestyle that’s saving lives, water, resources and more. This is an anti-judgement post, though. It’s anti-assumption. Assumption is a toxic part of our culture. It’s assuming you know how someone else thinks. It’s assuming you understand what they’ve been through to bring themselves to a certain stance or choice or belief.


If even one person read this, thanks man. If even one person remembers this and thinks of it while practicing patience with an opposing viewpoint (no matter how passionate you are on the subject) I’ll be stupid happy.

Shatter me, Part 2.

A/N: I must admit I’m excited with this story and I have a lot of ideas for it! I hope y’all like it as much as I do and remember. Correct me whatever you want, comments, anything! Requests are open and there is a prompt list here !

Ps: God, I want to thank Google and Pinterest for the types of fabrics and necklines. Really. For a non-native English speaker is hard to describe this things fluently.


Originally posted by mustachedcheetosman

You woke up the following morning and stretched your body, feeling your bones cracking. You moved the blankets and took a shower, relaxing as the hot water cleaned your skin. You put the clothes you wore the day before on and took your belongings, going to the cafe.

The place was exactly as it was when you left. The same clients, sit on the same positions. Everything was the same, except for the weather. The sun’s rays came through the windows enlightening the whole place.

“Would you like to have breakfast, my dear?” Granny said and you nodded, paying her for the room but when you tried to pay the food, she shook her head. “Breakfast included”

You waited in your armchair and felt your stomach growling as the small of pancakes filled the air. God, they smelled as the ones your mother used to cook for you.

You remembered the conversation you had with her the night before and wrinkled your nose, wondering why she was like that and what she would tell you when you came back.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door’s bell as a new client came inside the cafe. It was again that strange man who you had seen the night before. His eyes laid on your face and drilled down it, analysing you. The young girl brought your breakfast and the man sat down in his seat. You grabbed the waiter’s sleeve, called Ruby, and whispered.

“Who’s that man?”

“Him?” She said looking over her shoulder. The man was again reading that book. “It’s Jefferson”

Jefferson, you muttered, feeling the name on your lips as you pronounced it. His face was still familiar to you and you thought that maybe you were becoming mad. You shrugged and began to eat your breakfast, enjoying the views you had. When you’d finished, you said goodbye to anyone in particular and left the coffee.

Your car was there, waiting for you to drive your grandmother’s home. The town was completely different now that you were seeing it with the morning lights. It seemed like the typical beautiful American village. You stared at the letter and looked for the adress until you found it. You parked in front of the house and got off the car.

It was a huge house. The wooden walls were painted with a dim blue and the roof was made of slate. It had a garage with a white door and the whole was was surrounded by an iron fence, as the ones used in the Victorian times. The garden was filled with beautiful flowers and the grass needed to be cut. You took your suitcase and walked over the stone pavement that led to the house, taking the key the lawyer had given to you when you visited her.

“Hello?” You jumped and the key fell on the wooden floor of the porch, clinking. You turned and saw a boy staring at you. “Who are you?”

“Oh, uhm…I’m Y/N”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here because this belonged to my grandmother. She died” You said as you picked up the key. You felt the boy’seyes fixed on you and that made you uncomfortable as if you were an intruder.

And you were, technically.

“Mrs. Liddle was your grandmother?” The boy said and frowned, smiling after a few minutes. “You look like her”

“Really? I never met her, so…”

“Why?”

“I…I don’t know honestly” He nodded and showed you his little hand.

“I’m Henry. Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“Pleasure is mine” You answered smiling at him and shaking his hand.

“I have to go. Will you stay here?”

“I don’t know yet. I’ll see the house and I’ll probably sell it”

Henry opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but instead he ran away, leaving the house. You shrugged, thinking about that boy and who could be his parents. It seemed he knew everything about the town. Maybe, you thought, it would be a good ide asking him.

You introduced the key inside the lock, leaning your whole weight against the old door, who opened slowly with a cracking sound. It was like the one used in terror films.

Your hands touched the walls several times until you reached the switch, turning the lights on and closing the door. Your mouth fell open as you saw the living room of that house.

It was like if you had travelled to Wonderland, that land from your favourite book, Alice in Wonderland. You stared at everything around you, looking at a ball of yarn. It seemed Mrs. Liddle had been knitting something. You went to the rest of the rooms, finding that there were three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a door that was locked, which made you frowned. Mrs. Rogers, the lawyer, didn’t give you more keys.

You decided it wasn’t important at the moment and chose a bedroom, leaving your suitcase there. It seemed that was once used by a young girl. The bed had soft chiffon drapery that fell around it and an iron headboard painted in white. The wardrobe was made in wood and when you opened it, you found clothes that seemed to belong to another era. You took one of them, watching yourself in the mirror as you put it in front of your body.

It was cream white, with several silk parts mixed with the chiffon. It had a queen Anne neckline and you were astonished of its beauty. You put it inside the wardrobe again and sighed, taking your own clothes and your toiletry bag, placing it on the dresser.

When everything was done, you went to the kitchen just to find the fridge was empty. Of course. You sighed and took your purse and the keys, going outside the house.

The streets were empty and you were surprised of it, taking into account it was a working day in the morning. You wished Henry could help you as your feet lead to see the whole town, looking for a grocery’s store. Luckily, you found one and you bought everything you might need for the following days. Some neighbours of the town were there and you felt their eyes fixed on you.

It wasn’t until you were in the house again when you felt relief.

You called you mother using the hands-free device as you were ordering the food on the several cupboards made of wood. Her voice seemed worried and you sighed.

“I don’t understand anything, to be honest” You said placing your hand on the kitchen island. “Actually, the house is much bigger than anything I’d seen before. We could live here as it belongs to us”

“No, Y/N. I’m not coming back to Storybrooke again”

“Again?!” Your voice rose and your mother shut up, the phone being silent. “Listen, I love you, mom, but you have to trust me and telling me what’s happening”

“I’ll do. I swear. But please come back as soon as you can”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow”

You hung up and sighed, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. You hated when people kept secrets from you. Moreover, secrets that were related to you and your own family. You took a glass filled with juice and moved to the living room, observing all the books kept in the bookshelves. There were plenty of them, covering the walls. On the fireplace’s there were several photos put in frames. Your hands began to shake and the glass fell on the floor, shattering.

“What the hell is that?” You took one of the photographs there and stared at it. It was an old one and it seemed to be done in England. A young lady was there and you recognised the dress as one of which were kept in the wardrobe. She was smiling at the photographer and your whole body shivered as you saw her face. It was the same as yours. You saw the photo by its side and froze as you saw the two people in it. Below it, there was something written with a ballpoint pen.

Alice Liddell and her daughter, England.

The older woman seemed to be your grandmother. The other, a little girl of around six years old, was your own mother.

Carnival Date >> Mark

This was requested by clawissa

“Believe me we are not going to take long time, it’s just a carnival, okay?” Your best friend argued as she pulled you away from your studying table.

“Taemi, I really need to finish this at least. I have a lot of things to do and I can’t go. Leave me out of this. Just go and have fun, okay?” You said returning back to your books that were everywhere on your table, holding your pen as you started to write again.

“Aish fine!” Taemi sat on your bed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not leaving until you come with me.”

“Then spend the night!” You smirked.

Ten minutes passed and Taemi started to get bored so she turned on the music loudly. She was jumping and shaking her body with the music until you couldn’t concentrate from all the noises she was doing.

You, irritatingly, slammed your hands over your table and glared at your friend who stopped dancing, grinning at you.

“You are coming now?” She asked. A sigh skipped your mouth as you closed your books. “Fine”

“Assa~” taemi exclaimed as she opened your closet, choosing the best outfit for that day.

“What are you doing?” You asked. She picked a short dark blue skirt and off white shirt. You didn’t usually wear those kind of clothes. You could say that it was the only outfit that you had with this style, since you only wear trousers and hoodies finding them more comfortable. You bought this outfit to attend your cousin’s engagement. Your mom wanted from you to appear like a girl for once.        “What’s with the clothes? I’m not going to wear that”

“No you are going to wear this. I have finally managed to let you out of your hiding place.”

“I wasn’t hiding” you snorted.

“Yeah whatever.” She rolled her eyes, giving you the clothes and left you to change.

After 10 minutes when you finished changing. Taemi sat you in front of your mirror as she applied a simple makeup on you. “What is that for? I don’t need that.”

“My friend is pretty like that.” She said after she applied, lip gloss only which was enough since your face was reddish naturally you didn’t need a blusher. 

You looked at her with eyes filled with suspicious. Your friend had been nagging you to start wearing like girls. Actually she made a conclusion to herself which was that you were being so focused in yout studies because you didn’t have a boyfriend and you didn’t act like a girl. She asked you  many times to go to blind dates but you refused. You though that your studies were more important than relationships at that time.

“Don’t tell me!” You narrowed your eyes.

“What?” She asked innocently.

“It can’t be, right?” You asked again making sure to tension every word you say.

“Be what?” She chuckled.

“Taemi I told you I’m not going to date anyone now.” You scowled.                 

“Wah! No wonder, you are really smart. How did you know?”

“TAEMI!!”

“Just this once okay. Try him he really is a nice guy believe me.” She said trying to console you. You just gave her a glare which ended up with her kicking her legs to the ground. “Okay I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you but they are already waiting for us. If you didn’t like it’s all right! Just let’s have fun it had been a long time since you went out of your room”

You sighed, thinking how your friend was caring about you. 

“Ok fine…”

Taemi grinned and was about to celebrate-

“But…” You added.

“What now?” She whined, arching her eye brows.

“I’m going to leave after two hours I’m not going to stay more okay.”

“Okay! Two hours are enough for a lot of fun. Thank you my bestie” she said and hugged you.

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anonymous asked:

I'm feeling very attacked by vegans. I am willing to respect and accept your choices to eat whatever the fuck you want. Can't you at least accept mine, that I know where meat and animal byproducts come from and what they do to these poor things. You're fighting a loosing battle, the world will never be 100% began cuz it's not just about what you eat or your views, it's about survival and nature. Don't shame people for not following your views, that's undemocratic.

first of all, i cannot “respect and accept” your choices the way you say you respect mine because they are not morally equivalent. i live in a way that consciously seeks to promote *everyone’s* right to a life free of unnecessary suffering and oppression. you live in a way that, according to yourself, consciously harms and oppresses others. how is that respectable? i refuse to accept anything that is not just. and the way most humans abuse, exploit, and use other animals as if they were mere objects is FAR from just. please understand that you are asking me to respect you for funding the abuse and murder of billions. you are asking me to respect your lifestyle even though you refuse to respect other being’s right to live. you are asking me to sit back and accept genocide. i won’t.

secondly, you know very little about nature or survival. our bodies are built to thrive on plant based food. it’s actually pretty ridiculous that humans insist on eating animal products when they clearly are not meant for us and clearly don’t serve us. check out the chart below for a quick look at this:

when will people start to understand that this isn’t personal. it’s not about you. it’s not about your feelings. it’s not even about me. at all. it is so much bigger than us. it effects everyone and everything.

veganism is the healthiest, most sustainable long term solution. it is best for us, for the planet, and of course, for the animals. if you cared about humans all over the world who are starving, you’d be vegan. if you cared about the environment, you’d be vegan. if you cared about other animals, your health, or just about anything, you’d be vegan.

please don’t make this out to be about how vegans are attacking you for just minding your own business. you are getting called out for doing something morally wrong. just like people need to be called out when they are racist or sexist, they need to be called out when they are speciesist. your guilt and hurt feelings are not on me. they are on you. if you are feeling attacked, look at your behaviors. look at how entrenched you are in supporting the systematic oppression of other beings who have just as much of a right to live as you do. i will never apologize for standing up for what is right, even when it’s not popular. and i will never accept or respect something so fundamentally cruel.

queer-horror-story  asked:

I myself am vegitarian for the most part, but I have this conflicting feeling... even though animals won't have to suffer.. plants will. They live, they feel and they have energy.. It makes me wanna just not eat anything. What is your view on this? I must sound crazy.