anonymous asked:

This whole space you've created is so,inspiring and so good?? Ik you probably get 80000 messages like this a day but !! Im honestly so in love with the attitude your account has and so glad I found it ,, I love how supportive of people you are and how you interact so fully with people,, rebloging so many things and inspiring so many more !! I hella hate drawing humans (background art ftw right here,,) but bc of you,, im trying !! 99% bc I wanna draw ur pip headcannons etc! Thank you for existing


I try really hard to make my own space as fun and welcoming as possible for not only me but others too. Im just really happy others feel this way and it’s not JUST me having a good time. EVERYONE SHOULD GET TO HAVE FUN.

ALSO HELL YEA DRAW THOSE PIPS. Meanwhile, im taking a stab at backgrounds since I suck at those so LOOKS LIKE WERE SWAPPING??

Another callout post for Valwin

I’ve been somewhat shady about a certain big name in the Danganronpa fandom, but now I’m speaking up.

The above quote gives you an idea how he is.

Valwin (or Omega Valwin, ValwinZ) has been a bully to many people in the Danganronpa fandom. Recently, it’s been brought up that he has stolen translations from other translators, but I’m making this post to explain beyond what he has done now.

Don’t believe me? Let me break down every receipt I have (Content warning for misogynistic jokes and opinions):

Summing it up, he’s a hypocrite who loves hentai (M/F and F/F) yet hates gay male pairings like Komahina. He has that 4chan mentality that “gay things are forced” and “straight things are natural,” from what I’ve seen. And he doesn’t even respect other’s opinions in ships. He pushes ships just for the sake of spiting people who like gay ships. He’s a thief, a bully, and homophobic.

Clearly you don’t.

Valwin, if you think this is solely based on me being angry that you see my favorite character in the entire franchise as nothing but fanservice and fap material, you are mistaken. I know you want to be a big-shot hentai reviewer. But how can you be a big name in a fandom if you treat people like shit and not expect to be shat on? And the fact that you have a Patreon account for your ventures is the worst part. Why would anyone want to pay money to a hypocrite and bully who shows no respect to other people’s opinions? Personally, I think you don’t deserve to earn any money if you’re a shitty human being. If you don’t show any respect toward others, why should we show respect to you?

If you get driven out of the DR fandom, it won’t be my fault. It will all be because of yourself.


It was really really sad to see so many ‘fans’ (? talking a lot of shit because the shows got cancelled, the whole situation is stressing me out & all the negative stuff and ignorance of the people who have no idea how hard the lads are working and what a tour means.  The fact that yeah it’s a heartbroken thing (cancelling shows) I can understand it (money, travels, time, illusion, etc) moreover I think those things are not reasons to be constantly spitting–in anger and spreading hate to the lads. First of all, respect the band and their decisions, they’re humans beings just like me and like you and people need to understand these things can happen to anyone at anytime.

I hope the lads get better and take good rest to relax, they need it.

spazeprincehowell  asked:

like do you know how much of a story youre missing just because you didnt gave it a try? (sorry, this show just means a lot to me for so many reasons and i have no one to talk about it with bc my best friend who happens to be a fucking otaku is waiting for it to finish to watch it)

Yeah, people just don’t want to try. And especially now that YOI is blowing up and is considered as a “popular"anime and you know our edgy teen years when we hated everything mainstream? People still have that deep inside. People don’t want to watch something like that i guess.

anonymous asked:

I'm awkward when people compliment me cause I grew up with so many body issues some days I think I look good but regularly I just look in the mirror and hate how I look. Is that how it is with you? Are the compliments making you uncomfortable?

It kind of makes me uncomfortable because I’m not really use to it
its very nice what everyone is saying about me
And I’m the same as you days I really like how I look other days I hate myself idk really

Dear Mr. President (2017)

Dear, “Mr.President"

Are you happy now? You have people in terror of what will be of this country in 2017

We’re all traumatized of this election, I didn’t think people hated Black and Brown people that much

The thing that hurts me the most is the amount of inexperience you have in politics alongside the amount of racism that’ll breed in these white kids in the next 4 years

I can only imagine the amount of wars you’ll cause throughout the world, how many young black men and women you’ll send out there to fight YOUR WAR

I won’t fight a war for a man whose a racist and coward and has no code of ethics or principals or morals, I’ll gladly go to jail for what I stand for

It’s a shame that it has to come to this in AmeriKKKa but to all the republicans white, black or brown I hope you’re all happy with your decision because it’s y'all fault and we have to deal your mistake

This man wants to build a wall around Mexico how could you want him as your president?

He wants muslims to wear a special ID, if this isn’t a modern day Hitler I don’t know what is

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I’m scared of what’s to become of my future as a black man, I feel trapped in this Whitemanz World this country wasn’t built for me and my people let us come together and build our own nation and principles create our own government and have peace and support of our BLACK KINGS AND QUEENS AND LITTLE SEEDS
How Learning to Cook Korean Food Helped Me Grieve (and Heal)
The winner of Glamour's 2016 essay contest shares a story of heartbreak and in-the-kitchen healing.
By Michelle Zauner

I’m so tired of white guys on TV telling me what to eat. I’m tired of Anthony Bourdain testing the waters of Korean cuisine to report back that, not only will our food not kill you, it actually tastes good. I don’t care how many times you’ve traveled to Thailand, I won’t listen to you—just like the white kids wouldn’t listen to me, the half-Korean girl, defending the red squid tentacles in my lunch box. The same kids who teased me relentlessly back then are the ones who now celebrate our cuisine as the Next Big Thing.

I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, in a small college town that was about 90 percent white. In my adolescence I hated being half Korean; I wanted people to stop asking, “Where are you really from?” I could barely speak the language and didn’t have any Asian friends. There was nothing about me that felt Korean—except when it came to food.

At home my mom always prepared a Korean dinner for herself and an American dinner for my dad. Despite the years he’d lived in Seoul, selling cars to the military and courting my mom at the Naija Hotel where she worked, my dad is still a white boy from Philadelphia.

So each night my mom prepared two meals. She’d steam broccoli and grill Dad’s salmon, while boiling jjigae and plating little side dishes known as banchan. When our rice cooker announced in its familiar robotic voice, “Your delicious white rice will be ready soon!” the three of us would sit down to a wondrous mash-up of East and West. I’d create true fusion one mouthful at a time, using chopsticks to eat strips of T-bone and codfish eggs drenched in sesame oil, all in one bite. I liked my baked potatoes with fermented chili paste, my dried cuttlefish with mayonnaise.

There’s a lot to love about Korean food, but what I love most is its extremes. If a dish is supposed to be served hot, it’s scalding. If it’s meant to be served fresh, it’s still moving. Stews are served in heavy stone pots that hold the heat; crack an egg on top, and it will poach before your eyes. Cold noodle soups are served in bowls made of actual ice.

By my late teens my craving for Korean staples started to eclipse my desire for American ones. My stomach ached for al tang and kalguksu. On long family vacations, with no Korean restaurant in sight, my mom and I passed up hotel buffets in favor of microwaveable rice and roasted seaweed in our hotel room.

And when I lost my mother to a very sudden, brief, and painful fight with cancer two years ago, Korean food was my comfort food. She was diagnosed in 2014. That May she’d gone to the doctor for a stomachache only to learn she had a rare squamous cell carcinoma, stage four, and that it had spread. Our family was blindsided.

I moved back to Oregon to help my mother through chemo­therapy; over the next four months, I watched her slowly disappear. The treatment took everything—her hair, her spirit, her appetite. It burned sores on her tongue. Our table, once beautiful and unique, became a battleground of protein powders and tasteless porridge. I crushed Vicodin into ice cream.

Dinnertime was a calculation of calories, an argument to get anything down. The intensity of Korean flavors and spices became too much for her to stomach. She couldn’t even eat kimchi.

I began to shrink along with my mom, becoming so consumed with her health that I had no desire to eat. Over the course of her illness, I lost 15 pounds. After two rounds of chemo, she decided to discontinue treatment, and she died two months later.

As I struggled to make sense of the loss, my memories often turned to food. When I came home from college, my mom used to make galbi ssam, Korean short rib with lettuce wraps. She’d have marinated the meat two days before I’d even gotten on the plane, and she’d buy my favorite radish kimchi a week ahead to make sure it was perfectly fermented.

Then there were the childhood summers when she brought me to Seoul. Jet-lagged and sleepless, we’d snack on homemade banchan in the blue dark of Grandma’s humid kitchen while my rela­tives slept. My mom would whisper, “This is how I know you’re a true Korean.”

But my mom never taught me how to make Korean food. When I would call to ask how much water to use for rice, she’d always say, “Fill until it reaches the back of your hand.” When I’d beg for her galbi recipe, she gave me a haphazard ingredient list and approximate measurements and told me to just keep tasting it until it “tastes like Mom’s.”

After my mom died, I was so haunted by the trauma of her illness I worried I’d never remember her as the woman she had been: stylish and headstrong, always speaking her mind. When she appeared in my dreams, she was always sick.

Then I started cooking. When I first searched for Korean recipes, I found few resources, and I wasn’t about to trust Bobby Flay’s Korean taco monstrosity or his clumsy kimchi slaw. Then, among videos of oriental chicken salads, I found the Korean YouTube personality Maangchi. There she was, peeling the skin off an Asian pear just like my mom: in one long strip, index finger steadied on the back of the knife. She cut galbi with my mom’s ambidextrous precision: positioning the chopsticks in her right hand while snipping bite-size pieces with her left. A Korean woman uses kitchen scissors the way a warrior brandishes a weapon.

I’d been looking for a recipe for jatjuk, a porridge made from pine nuts and soaked rice. It’s a dish for the sick or elderly, and it was the first food I craved when my feelings of shock and loss finally made way for hunger.

I followed Maangchi’s instructions carefully: soaking the rice, breaking off the tips of the pine nuts. Memories of my mother emerged as I worked—the way she stood in front of her little red cutting board, the funny intonations of her speech.

For many, Julia Child is the hero who brought boeuf bourguignon into the era of the TV dinner. She showed home cooks how to scale the culinary mountain. Maangchi did this for me after my mom died. My kitchen filled with jars containing cabbage, cucumbers, and radishes in various stages of fermentation. I could hear my mom’s voice: “Never fall in love with anyone who doesn’t like kimchi; they’ll always smell it coming out of your pores.”

I’ve spent over a year cooking with Maangchi. Sometimes I pause and rewind to get the steps exactly right. Other times I’ll let my hands and taste buds take over from memory. My dishes are never exactly like my mom’s, but that’s OK—they’re still a delicious tribute. The more I learn, the closer I feel to her.

One night not long ago, I had a dream: I was watching my mother as she stuffed giant heads of Napa cabbage into earthenware jars.

She looked healthy and beautiful.

Michelle Zauner is a writer and musician in Brooklyn.

One of the biggest problems with religion is that people stubbornly, insistently reduce God to their own size; they imagine that God loves the same people they love, and that God hates the people they hate. This is not just insidious theology; it’s actually idolatry, because people are just worshiping a blown up version of themselves. So let me say it simply: God’s love transcends all of that.

When your parents reject you, God loves you; when your friends or classmates make fun of you, God loves you; when your priest, minister, imam, or rabbi tells you that you are an abomination, God loves you; when politicians cater to people’s basest prejudices, God loves you. No matter how many times and in how many ways people make you feel less than human, God knows otherwise, and God loves you. When you feel frightened, or abandoned, or humiliated, I hope the unshakeable conviction that God loves you can help hold you and enable you to persevere.

All of this “Too Close To Call” is a serious punch in the gut. I am not naive, I know there are horrible people out there, but I honestly believed Clinton had this in the bag. I didn’t think it was possible that people who supported Trump could come close to matching her numbers. I am floored that this is happening and my heart is literally breaking. Tears streaming down my face as I type and I feel like I can’t breathe because there are that many people out there who hate me and hate so many wonderful people out there that only want to be loved and treated as equals. This is fucking destroying me. Even if she wins, the numbers are telling me how terrible this country truly is. I can’t…this is too much guys. This is too fucking much. 

Ask me things that most people don't usually ask

1. Do you consider yourself average?
2. Are aliens real?
3. What do you associate with the color green? Do you think of certain emotions or smells?
4. Have you ever lost somebody you love?
5. Who do you hate the most? Why?
6. Does anybody hate you?
7. How many followers do you have?
8. When was the last time you actually felt confident about yourself?
9. Describe yourself in one sentence.
10. When was the last time somebody told you they love you?
11. When was the last time you told somebody you love them?
12. Do you have any pets?
13. Have you changed personality wise since you were a kid? How so?
14. Where do you feel safest?
15. What’s your biggest fear?
16. Do you consider yourself to be healthy?
17. Have you ever had to see somebody for issues regarding your mental health?
18. Do you love yourself? Why or why not?
19. Do you like school? What elements of school do you like which ones do you not?
20. How did you get your URL?
21. Do you have any strange seemingly useless talents?
22. Do you understand yourself?
23. How much did you sleep last night?
24. Are you taking care of yourself?
25. What do you regret?

Your Roleplay is Just Fine

I’ve met a lot of people in my time RPing, and I’ve met a lot of people who are very insecure over their roleplay and get a lot of hate for it. So!

  • Noble roleplayers, whether your house is an entirely original idea or inspired by something else
  • Roleplayers who use titles like “Highlord” or “Archmage” ICly
  • Roleplayers whose characters are “tropes” like the suave rogue woman or the honorable handsome knight
  • Those who roleplay controversial things, like Scarlets and criminals
  • Those who enjoy dark roleplay, in whatever flavor that comes in for you
  • Those who used to be really good at roleplaying, then something happened and you feel like you can’t hold a candle to how you used to be
  • Those who prefer to roleplay background characters like a blacksmith or a cook rather than an adventurer
  • Those who are new and still learning the ropes
  • Those who roleplay LGBTQ+ characters
  • Those who roleplay non-white characters and constantly have to defend as to if it’s “lore friendly,”
  • Those who roleplay having a personal relationship with a major lore character, or having an artifact ICly
  • Those who follow lore to a t
  • Those who stretch lore 
  • Those who disregard lore all together and write their own original stories within the game
  • Roleplayers who try to be as practical as possible when it comes to combat, weapons and armor
  • Roleplayers who prefer to take the more fantastical route, entering battle bare-legged and with a weapon as big as they are
  • One-liner RPers
  • Para RPers

All of you. Your roleplay is just fine. Roleplay what makes you happy, you’ll find people who are into the same stuff that you are.

Roleplayers who are not fine and need some juice and a time out:

  • Those who make anyone feel like they’re lesser or deserving of hate because of how they roleplay

About a month ago, someone tipped GamerGate’s subreddit off that I was running an anonymous account about one of their pet issues. (I make a good target for these people– I’m non-binary, and I talk about my mental and physical health issues.) 

As a result, I ended up targeted by a hate forum that doxxed my family and me; they’ve been aggressively monitoring everything I do online, sending me creepy anonymous messages, and eventually they decided to start going after everyone who talked to me on Twitter and trying to dox them too.

I went private on Twitter sometimes to make it a bit harder for them to go after me, and every time I did that, they kept obsessively keeping track of how many tweets I’d posted. Which gave me an idea.

I made an account called norareedprivate, locked it, and told people who wanted to talk to me on private to follow it. The hate group targeting me, predictably, LOST THEIR SHIT ABOUT IT:

They kept posting screenshots of everyone who’d @’d it (I’d told my friends to pretend to interact with it if they wanted to).

Despite their spending their time obsessively refreshing a private Twitter account to watch the numbers go up, they didn’t notice that the account was posting every 10 minutes.


Because it’s a bot.

That’s literally all it does. It says “fart”. Over and over. Sometimes it adds “lol”. 

Here’s the source code, in case you want to see the back-end of the bot I made in 10 minutes that a hate group obsessed over for days.

angry short, mellow tall aus

these were requested by so many people omg,, time to deliver

  • you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs
  • you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired
  • i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high
  • “how did you two meet?” “they tripped over me. while i standing.”
  • man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you
  • man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost
  • whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me
  • you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love

- jo

What People With BPD Wish Their Friends Understood
  • 1. “Even the slightest sign of rejection destroys my world. Things like not answering texts, not picking up the phone or canceling a date on short notice leaves me devastated, thinking my friend hates me and doesn’t want to be with me anymore. Fears of abandonment are hard to deal with.”
  • 2. “I’m crap at keeping in touch; I don’t mean to be. I love all the people in my life, I just don’t want my illness to affect them. I also carry shame from the times it has, making it hard to face people.”
  • 3. “I wish friends knew how sensitive I truly am. I feel so deeply in every emotion. Bear with me, and don’t walk away. BPD really shows you how many of your friends are true. Stay strong, fellow BPDers.”
  • 4. “I don’t mean to be annoying, but fear of abandonment and rejection makes me feel like I need constant validation.”
  • 5. “I keep absolutely everything to myself to avoid the embarrassment, rejection and the anxiety I go through trying to get out what’s inside.”
  • 6. “I always feel like a burden on my friends. Or like I’m just in the way. I’m scared I annoy everyone around me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to show my friends how much I love and appreciate them.”
  • 7. “I don’t cope with cancelled plans very well, especially if they’re last minute. I feel as if they have found something better to do and don’t want to see me — even if that’s not the case.”
  • 8. “That person who comes out sometimes isn’t me. I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I’m stuck in this tiny corner of my mind, watching as I lash out at people, inwardly screaming to stop. Afterwards I’m so ashamed and embarrassed I feel like I don’t deserve to live. The people who stay with me despite Jekyll are my heroes. I couldn’t make it through this without you. I love you all, and thank you for not abandoning me.”
  • 9. “I wish other people could know the pain I feel inside. It feels like I’m internally bleeding the vast majority of the time, and if I don’t feel scarred and raw, I feel numb. Overall, I feel like a wandering, vacant hole who needs constant affirmation that I exist. Sometimes I struggle and wonder if I am real. I feel like a tremendous burden to everyone, especially my boyfriend and therapist. I feel constant shame about the way I behave, and my therapist usually gets the brunt of my “love-hate” cycles. Most of the time I can hide my symptoms from others, but they can spill out. Sometimes I want to disappear. I work in the world of mental health, and frankly, people with BPD are often treated like lepers. I’ve seen ‘difficult’ people labeled as ‘borderline’ if others can’t understand what’s going on. Even my therapist gets frustrated at me at times, and it makes me feel like I’m too much, like I’m damaged goods.”
  • 10. “No matter how great our friendship may be, no matter how much fun we have and laughs we share, if I’m having one of those days it doesn’t matter what you say or do: I just constantly think my friends hate me. I feel like I’m not as good as them. I feel they must not really like me because I don’t like myself, so how could they? No matter what I try, whether it’s trying positive thoughts like: ‘Would they be with me if they didn’t like me?’– it doesn’t matter. I will always feel I’m not good enough for anyone — friends or family.”
  • 11. “People with BPD have tremendous compassion and empathy. We can feel with people in a way others often can’t. We have a lot of strengths even though we feel fragile.”
  • 12. “If I had any friends, I’d ask them to understand my extreme emotional sensitivity. I’m sorry I can’t watch ‘Game of Thrones’ or ‘Walking Dead.’ The violence stays with me. I can actually feel the fear, the sadness, the horror the victim experiences.”
  • 13. “When I have an upswing, I forget myself and just go on impulse. Sometimes that means endless reposts on Facebook, to the annoyance of some. But it’s just my way of working things out in a less dangerous way than I could be.”
  • 14. “I put on a very hard confident shell every day, but it’s not real. Not in the slightest.”
  • 15. “When I flake out on plans all the time, it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s that I’m afraid if I spend too much time with you, you will discover I’m as horrible as I think I am.”
  • 16. “My emotions are extreme, and I can’t control how I feel. I feel things so over the top, and it’s hard to come back to baseline. The abandonment feeling happens if it’s just an acquaintance, never mind if it’s someone I’m close too. And yes. I cry in response to my feelings. And no, I’m not acting childish. It’s just how I’m wired.”
  • 17. “It’s not the easiest thing to explain. And when I finally do find the words to explain it, their first reaction is self-diagnosing themselves with it or saying everyone has that.”
  • 18. “I don’t even understand BPD myself, so be patient with me.”
  • 19. “I don’t seek attention. And every single day I get up and force myself to keep going and function is a huge accomplishment.”
  • 20. “I am not a lost cause.”
  • 21. “It’s incredibly lonely to have a disorder that affects how you handle interpersonal relationships. We wear loneliness like a cloak, weighted down with insecurity and doubt. We love our friends and families. Even when we pull away, even when our emotions are out of control, even when fear keeps us from demonstrating or saying the words, we still love you. We are not perfect. No one is. But we are worthy of your trust and your love.”

tbh I don’t think that Donald Trump winning is the worst part. I just simply cannot believe that people actually voted for him. The amount of people that voted for him. In my head, Trump winning was something so far from becoming real. I would never guess that this many people would actually agree with his beliefs, with his hate speech. And that’s terrifying. I’m totally terrified that we have more Donald Trumps around the world in a time where human rights have become such a strong subject. I mean, HOW can someone be like this? It’s really hard to process, it makes me lose faith in humanity, it makes me afraid for all of us who are part of any minority. How can we live safe knowing that there’s so many people supporting this kind of hate speech. This is terrible

I hate that post going round that’s like “haha you wouldn’t tell a disabled guy he’s using his crutch as a crutch” ecause that very thing literally happens to people that use mobility aids.

I can’t count how many time people (including physiotherapists who’re supposed to be understanding and help me) have said “you need to stop relying on your crutches” and the like.

I literally had a physiotherapist remove my crutches from under me without my consent and tell me to walk.

And it’s not even a rare thing.

Wheelchair users get told they need to stop relying on their wheelchairs, cane users get told they shouldn’t rely on their canes etc.

I’m just so bored with the depression-centric ableism rhetoric, erasing the ableism people with physical and visable disabilities experience