Why can't you remember one single thing we ask you to do? Like watering the plants, rearrange your room? Is it that hard?
*YES MUM, IT'S HARD BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS THINKING AND BEATING MYSELF UP FOR MY 57348 FLAWS AND TRYING TO FIX THEM BUT AT THE SAME TIME, ALL WHILE EXHAUSTING MYSELF TO ACCOMPLISH MY GOALS AND AT THE SAME TIME HAVE A FUCKING LIFE DESPITE MY LIFE ACTUALLY HAVING TONS OF EVENTS, MY MIND BEING JUST FUCKING ALLERGIC TO PLANS AND SCHEDULES JUST STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT BY THE SOLE THOUGHT OF THEM, AND PEOPLE JUST DON'T REALISE HOW HARD AND DRAINING IT IS TO HAVE A BRAIN WHERE EVERY BIT OF TIREDNESS, LOW SELF-ESTEEM AND ANXIETY FLY UNSTOPPINGLY BETWEEN A WEB OF DREAMS, PROJECTS AND OVERWHELMING RESPONSIBILITIES TO RESPECT. IT'S SO FUCKING HARD TO THINK ABOUT WATERING THE PLANTS WHEN THERE'S SUCH A HURRICANE WITH A MILLION TABS OPEN RAGING IN YOUR MIND FUCKING ALL DAY.*
And she felt no fear when the ship was rocked by enemy fire, because her dad was in command, in control, and therefore everything would of course be fine. In her imagination Hux had built their ship by hand just as he’d made her. She understood that Ren had something to do with her creation, too, and imagined that a final, magical touch from him had brought everything Hux had carefully laid in place together.
The Force, and responsible science. That was where Hux said she came from.
Guys I need help, I don't know what to get Mina for her birthday.
You've come to the right place, if there's one thing Im Nayeon excels at, it's gift giving.
For my birthday last year you gave me dish soap
That wasn't a gift, I was reminding you to do your chores. Anyway Chaeyoung, what kind of response do you want from Mina. Surprise? Joy? Fondness?
Actually I kind of want to get her something that will make her [lowers her voice] fall in love with me
Well, I have no clue. Everyone already loves me, I don't need to give them gifts for that. Does anyone else have any ideas?
Mina likes dancing, you could take her dancing
Momo we're suggesting birthday present ideas, not ideas for a date
Oh, ok then. Just ask her on a date
You know what's really romantic? Ice skating. Mina would look so cute in the snow
I'm not gonna ask her out guys. I'm barely at the stage where I can talk to her without stuttering.
Dude why are you trying so hard? Just put some money in a birthday card and be done with it
You guys are useless.
[Putting her book down] Alright Chae, you want to win Mina over? Here's what you do. I want you to think of something that Mina is passionate about, something she cares about. What's the first thing that comes into your mind?
[Clapping her hands together] That's it! You get matching YuruYuri roleplay outfits for you and Mina.
I just recently started coming out to close family/friends as non binary and only one of them have been... ok with it. How do you deal with people who don't think it's real and/or don't care? Especially family members that you live with?
I don’t come out to everyone… which isn’t the ideal response from me, I’m sure, but I struggle with that issue a lot actually. When people call me “he” the word screams at me. Whenever I talk to my mom about my date mate I always struggle because I want to use their correct pronouns, but my mom doesn’t understand nonbinaries in a way that almost feels agressive. I’m getting anxious as I type these words, because just thinking about all of this it’s stressful. That’s why this blog is so necessary for me. People aren’t always going to accept us because not everybody in our culture is ready to accept people that identify the way that we do, but people like you reaching out to me makes me feel better about myself. You, and other people like you help me. I’m sorry that our families and the people that we considered friends don’t always accept us, but we’re not alone, and sometimes that’s enough for me.
I just do my best to live with the fact that people will disagree with my identity (even my family), because I understand that eventually I’ll have the means to put myself in a more open environment, and I’ll have the freedom to surround myself with people that except me exactly as I am.
humans need meat to live oh my god we're omnivores by nature!! that's why we've been hunting since the begin of our existence! omnivores don't instinctively hunt but we do, we're omnivores. you have incisors specifically for tearing meat. i understand if you want to be vegan but stop telling young kids who are still growing that they can live a fully healthy life without meat because you can't.
Ok, so let’s break this down a little bit: “humans need meat to live oh my god we’re omnivores by nature!” R/: An omnivore is a kind of animal that eats either other animals or plants. Actually, since we’re omnivores is why we can be vegans without any problems when making the switch responsibly informed. If we would really need meat to survive we’d be obligate carnivores just like lions.
“omnivores don’t instinctively hunt but we do, we’re omnivores.” R/: That’s not even true, some omnivores will hunt and eat their food, but that doesn’t mean we should do that too…and if by any means your picture of us as hunters is humans killing animals with rifles and guns…that’s not very natural tbh.
“you have incisors specifically for tearing meat” R/: Take those incisors of yours and nail them on the prey you just hunted with your mere instincts, rip off a leg and show me how you tear up that meat! LMAO
“stop telling young kids who are still growing that they can live a fully healthy life without meat because you can’t.” R/: It is the position of the American Dietetic Association that appropriately planned vegetarian diets, including total vegetarian or vegan diets, are healthful, nutritionally adequate, and may provide health benefits in the prevention and treatment of certain diseases. Well-planned vegetarian diets are appropriate for individuals during all stages of the life cycle, including pregnancy, lactation, infancy, childhood, and adolescence, and for athletes. (*)
could someone help me out with responses to when/if non-Asian/white people say "tiger mom" was coined by an Asian woman so it's not racist (I mean if it's actually not racist please tell me). Similarly can someone give me a succinct response to ppl who try to argue that they don't have a certain viewpoint so they're "not racist" or abettors to racism/anti-blackness. Thanks!
“Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” is at best a sensationalist book designed to play into xenophobia and racism, and at worst it’s just Amy Chua bragging about abusing her daughters and how well they turned out. It should be noted that the Mandarin version of the book is simply titled “Being a Mommy in America” rather than the aggressive “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” designed to evoke images of mystical Orientalism in white American readers.
The term itself is inextricably tied to East Asian cultures, particularly Han Chinese culture. It was created to invoke the Yellow Peril and scare Americans. It’s racist as hell and Amy Chua should be ashamed of the way she’s profiting from stereotypes that hurt everyone in the East Asian community, especially abuse victims and children who are not allowed to fail simply because they are “smart Asians”.
Do you have any posts on what you don't like about Movie Bellatrix, or could you explain why? I thought movie bellatrix was ok. Love the blog by the way xx
Thanks so much!
Apologies for the amount of time this response took. I couldn’t actually find many posts on the topic (besides this HPC - if anyone knows of other book!Bellatrix vs movie!Bellatrix posts, I would love to be linked to them) so I slapped one together myself.
This post is not about Helena Bonham Carter not being a good actress
(she is) or about which version of Bellatrix people personally liked
more. This is a mixture of book-vs-movie fact comparisons and personal opinion.
In the movies, Bellatrix is ‘crazy’ in a hammy sort of way. A kooky woman with floofy hair who ran around on tabletops - silly,
out of control, and with an occasional childlike insolence. She literally says “Blech!” when Voldemort mentions Wizard-Muggle intermarriage, and shouts, “Somebody needs to do the washing!”
when Voldemort invites Neville to be a Death Eater. Not only does it
seem like she’s trying to be the comic relief, she’s also practically
interrupting Voldemort mid-speech.
Helena Bonham Carter falls into a small group of actors
on the Potter films who looked perfect for the role on paper, but
Something Happened and they ended up quite different from their initial
book incarnation, despite the actor’s likely capability to portray the
character to perfection if properly scripted and directed. (I’m looking
at Ralph Fiennes, and possibly Emma Thompson, Timothy Spall, and Natalia
Tena. Tena should have been let loose a little; Carter perhaps reined in a bit more. Helen McCrory, who was originally meant to play Bellatrix and ended up as Narcissa Malfoy, recently took a literal blood bath in Penny Dreadful. It makes one wonder how she would have done in the role.) As with a
lot of characters in the movie
adaption, the subtlety in Bellatrix was lost.
Or to put it another way, Carter
basically ended up playing a version of herself, as occasionally tends to happen in her movies….
wasn’t styled well either - the books never mention a rat’s nest of
hair or any tooth problems, which could likely have been fixed by magic
and don’t suit her background as a proud aristocrat. Those problems
are on the makeup team, though.
A lot of this is how she was scripted, of course, which gave her much less gravity than she had in the books:
Movies: ‘Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I’m going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl.’
Books: ‘You need more persuasion?’ she said, her chest rising and
falling rapidly. ‘Very well - take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little
girl. I’ll do it.’
Movies: ‘Neville Longbottom, isn’t it? How’s mum and dad? ‘
Books: ‘Longbottom?’ repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her
gaunt face. ‘Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy. [….] No,
let’s see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents….”
Movies: ‘How dare you speak his name! YOU FILTHY HALF BLOOD!’
Books: ‘You dare speak his name?’ whispered Bellatrix.
[….] ‘Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name
with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s
tongue, you dare - ’
in the books -
- as shrieking and prone to baby-talk as she was - wasn’t so funny. She had an arrogance that oozed her
blue-blood upbringing (a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne). She spoke in a grandiose fashion at times (”You dare speak his name
with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s
tongue…“) and before her imprisonment was calm and self-assured in her fervor (“The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will
There’s only a few times we really see her lose composure - when someone has insulted Voldemort (“He dares - he dares - ’ shrieked Bellatrix incoherently, ‘he stands there - filthy half-blood - “) and when she thinks Voldemort is going to be angry (‘LIAR!’ she shrieked, but he could hear the terror behind the
anger now. ‘YOU’VE GOT IT, POTTER, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME! Accio
prophecy! ACCIO PROPHECY!’‘).
Bellatrix should been more weighty character; she should have been terrifying rather than campy; she should have commanded a sense of real power as Voldemort’s
second-in-command. And I didn’t get any of that from her movie adaption. :)
It only took Jack’s brain about three tenths of a second longer than his mouth to wake up and by that time his mouth had already gone ahead and started talking without the brain which meant that three tenths of a second later Jack quite viscerally realized that he had made a Mistake.
Bitty had been looking at a catalog in bed next to Jack on a very rare lazy Sunday morning when Jack had woken up, turned over, and opened up his big, dumb mouth. Specifically, Bitty had been looking at a women’s catalog, not terribly unusual as Bitty did in fact have a mother and cousins and female friends whom he did buy presents for throughout the year.
This particular morning, Bitty was looking for a particularly kickass and sexy yet tasteful pair of heels or possibly boots for Lardo to wear to a gallery opening for a friend whom she knows through business that she does not in fact privately like but must publicly support and profess a friend. Footwear for the opening was the last piece that needed to be nailed down, the two having already put together the perfect outfit that says “I hate you and everything you stand for and I will do so while looking fabulous and playing the perfect friend so you’d better get your sucked lemon face ready because you’ll be wearing it all night to go with your own far less fabulous outfit” earlier in the week.
It just so happens however that the footwear in this catalog starts where the lingerie ends. Which is what Jack saw. Which is when he opened his big, dumb mouth. Which is when his relationship flashed before his eyes and his world ended. Because he didn’t just open his big, dumb mouth, he opened it and sleepily said, “Wow, you would look incredibly sexy in that, you should absolutely buy the rose one.”
Bitty processed the words and froze. “Excuse me?”
What was Jack supposed to say? He had just, out of nowhere, suggested his very male boyfriend purchase the gorgeous, expensive, satin bustier and panty set with flowerettes lining the neckline that sat on the glossy page in front of them. And he’d specified the preferred color no less. Rose, if you please. Jesus this was a disaster.
There was literally no way for this conversation to go that he wouldn’t joyfully give up to let enraged hippos chew on his entrails. Jack could actually feel the blood rushing from his face.
“Uuuuuhh…..” was his highly intelligent response so far.
“Darlin’, what exactly are you lookin’ at on this page?”
“I don't…” he sighs “…there’s no way for me to avoid having this conversation is there.”
“No, not really.”
Jack’s shoulders wilted. “Alright.” Jack squares his shoulders up with the blue line, blows out a controlled breath, and prepares to take his shot. “I was looking at that bustier and panty set. The one with the good steel boning and the rosette border.” Jack not only gestures toward the catalog but taps the page to indicate his choice. “And that deep dusky rose color would look good with your skin, would add a glow and a warmth. Like strawberries and cream.” Jack mentions his reasoning on the topic of color ruefully at best.
Wheels have been slowly turning in Bitty’s head.
“So you’d like to see me in this one.” It wasn’t a question though it did sound mighty doubtful with a dash of incredulity that this wasn’t some kind of prank.
Jack resolutely kept his eyes on the wall across from the foot of their bed.
Bitty studies Jack’s face, nods once to himself as if having come to a conclusion, and relaxes back into the pillows.
“I wonder if they have any heels that would match…”
Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and
Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a
good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️
Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :)
Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away
from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just
Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your
waist and runs it through his hair instead.
“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying
to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.
“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.
The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did
you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done
something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now
your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not
you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used
to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or
touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was
so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has
to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to
constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.
You nod in response to his question, and he slowly
intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire
time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He
questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he
starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force
you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal,
but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not
your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to
make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet,
you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.
He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though
he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need
to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere,
always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he
wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.
“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his
voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he
feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he
wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re
a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find
your way back.
I'm dead in the City of Light with my soulmate Lexa.
Once every episode you get a 5 minute fluff scene of Clarke and I being happy and safe and treated well, like we deserve.
I'm back and magically somehow in the CoL too with Lexa and I give her really great advice, and Clarke and I have an amusing love/hate dynamic.
I hang out with them sometimes. Also people appreciate me now.
I'm the main character now and immune to physical pain. Also I'm immortal, bitches.
I realized I'm madly in love with Raven and most of this season is me trying to win her over which is not hard because I already have her whipped. And I'm the new commander and often travel to Arkadia to see Raven. I'm immortal too so the writers can't fuck up Octaven.
I'm just a doctor now, but I'm also a great mother figure to Raven.
I'm still mental health representation but Improved. I don't blame women or Monty for my problems, and I'm nice to the CoL version of Clarke.
I'm a happy and peaceful little bean and I'm getting married to Jasper.
I'm allowed to acknowledge and work through my problems in a healthy way and experience the psychological damage that being tortured has brought me.
I went back to being awesome and reliable season 2 Bellamy, but I took responsibility for everything I did and I didn't get off easy and I paid a price for my crimes like everyone else. And I apologized to Clarke for being horrible to her. Also Miller and I are sarcastic assholes together and it's great.
I'm free from Ontari and allowed to recognize my history of sexual abuse for what it actually was and I don't have to brush it off as if it's ok and I deserved better and realized this and now I'm back with Emori and Emori treats me very well and is very consent conscious and together we're like the Bonnie and Clyde of The 100.
I'm still cool.
Octavia killed me and I am not in the CoL with the cinnamon rolls, I just don't exist. But Rhiannon Fish is still hot af.
I'm the unproblematic Azgeda king.
I'm safe and happy and have a great gf
I'm in a very healthy and mutually respectful romantic relationship with Bellamy. #Echamy #Becho #happiness
I suddenly exist again and I am a great friend to Raven Reyes BECAUSE SHE DESERVES IT.
I was destroyed. rip
I'm also somehow magically in the CoL and Clarke and I are best friends and I'm super supportive of her and Lexa and I'm the same great guy, perfect precious cinnamon roll, that I've always been.
Hohoho, I couldn’t resist joking about the afro thing! But there’s actually a hairstyle I’d love to wear, to be honest! Something like…
…this one! My cousin once had a vision with a warrior in it. She had really pretty green hair, and it was done like that.
But, I like my hair as it is right now too. I’m used to it, and even though some hairstyles are very pretty, I like being the way I am since I evolved into Gardevoir.
When I was younger, though, I looked very different from most Kirlia.
Here’s an old photo of me beside some of my team partners from some years ago! I still remember the day it was taken; the book I am holding was the very first I could read by myself without my trainer’s aid.
It took months and months of effort, but in the end when I finally did it, I was feeling a bit torn to let go of such a meaningful book.
Then, he gifted it to me as congratulations. It was very special to me, so I look kinda funny in the photo, haha. Sometimes, I still read it again. A good book is always good no matter how many times you read it, after all.
Alright I’ll tell you a story today I told my friend that I was bisexual/asexual and this is their response: You’re not into me right? Like the girl legitimately felt uncomfortable because I was bisexual.. I have had no romantic feelings towards her before bc she a bit ugly (soz girl but u a lil ugly)