mustache face!

So I let Misha to signed this first, He asked me ‘is it Cas in a wedding dress?’ I said yes (/ω\). Then he signed it and drew the mustache on Jensen’s face.

I told Jensen what Misha did, and he wrote something, (its too small I couldn’t see it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`), and said no, I can’t write like that, then he crossed it and change it to an arrow, and he wrote ‘I knew it ’( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

After that I went to let Misha see It again, he took the photo and stare at it for a long time, then he said ‘damn it!’ Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

*this is the first time I post this photo, before this, I don’t know who stolen my photo, please don’t do it again!
shiv

///


November 14th.
In the coffee shop,
the man in the
Make America Great Again hat
smiles at me, so I take this
as an invitation.


“Pardon me, but I have to ask—
do you think Trump’s
ideologies keep every person
in this country safe?“


He doesn’t hesitate.


“Ma’am, I can’t get wrapped up
in identity politics, all I can
worry about is how
I’m going to feed my girls.”


///


At my 40th birthday party,
an acquaintance asks
why we have “so much
Mexican art in the house.”

“It might be because I’m Mexican,” I say.

“No,” he laughs, “you’re not Mexican.”

“Yes. I am.”

“No,” he continues, reassuringly,
“and if you are, you’re only, maybe, 17%.“

The winter air stiffens between us.
An old, familiar pain.


///


There was a time when I
would have thanked him.


The early years,
when I wanted only to pass,
to rid myself of my last name—
the dead giveaway,
its muddy lineage


crawl out from the burying shame
that held me down every time
my father picked me up
from school in our shitty car,
his bushy mustache
& brown face
magnified by the sun.


///


A local white woman
posts a photo of her new tattoo:
a Mayan god etched eternal
on her flesh. When I point out
the disrespect, she assures me
she speaks Spanish fluently,
spent three years
in South America.


For the next six hours,
I argue with her friends.
They demand I quit being so
divisive. Judgemental. Close-minded.


“We have a racist running for President,
and you’re complaining about a tattoo?”
asks the white boy, who spray paints
murals all over this city
with impunity.


O, to be permitted the luxury
of only worrying about one thing at a time.


O, to be white in America,
to wake up knowing every god is your god.


///


When you never see yourself,
you search for yourself all the time.


You know the white girl
in the sombrero isn’t you.
The bro dude in Calavera makeup
isn’t either, not the ponchos
and glued on mustaches,
not the lowrider Chevy
in the Disney movie
or the hoochie-coochie
sex pot on the Emmy
award-winning television show.


Maybe you are only this:


the scorched bird pulled
from the chimney,
covered in soot.
Not the actual bird,
its velvet sack
of jigsaw’d bones,
but the feeling
of recognition.


The ash of knowing.


///


A white comedian tells this joke:
“I used to date Hispanics,
but now I prefer consensual.”


The audience laughs.
And you do, too.
Until the punchline hardens,
translates into a stone
in your throat.


You swallow it, like you always do.


You don’t change the channel,
but you also can’t remember
a single joke she tells after that.


A few months later, the comedian’s career
blows up. She’s so real. So edgy.
Such a hardcore feminist.
When someone writes an essay on
her old stand-up routines—
noting her blindspot when it comes to race,


her response is:


“It is a joke and it is funny.
I know that because people laugh at it.”


///


If two Mexicans are in a car, who is driving?
A police officer.


How do you starve a Mexican?
Put their food stamps in their work boots.


What’s the difference between a Mexican and an elevator?
One can raise a child.


What do you call a Mexican baptism?
Bean dip


How do you stop a Mexican from robbing your house?
Put a help wanted sign in the window.


What do you call a Mexican driving a BMW?
Grand theft auto


What do you call a Mexican without a lawnmower?
Unemployed


What do you call a building full of Mexicans?
Jail


How do you keep Mexicans from stealing?
Put everything of value on the top shelf.


What do you call a bunch of Mexicans running downhill?
A mudslide.


Why don’t Mexicans play Hide ’n Seek?
No one will look for them.


What does a Mexican get for Christmas?
Your TV.


What do you call the Arizona man shot to death
by his white neighbor, screaming, “Go back to Mexico!”
Juan Varela


///


November 29th.
For weeks, I’ve avoided
eye contact with strangers.
My face is a closed curtain.
My mouth, the most
decorated knife.
I pay for groceries,
grab the receipt &
let my half-hearted
thank yous trail like smoke.
I no longer want to see
who refuses to see me.


Anyone is everyone.


///


December 1st.
I keep waking up.
There isn’t anyone
white enough to stop me.


Pantomime the living until
the body remembers:
wicked bitch. Bloodwhirl.
Patron Saint of the Grab Back.


Still. Still. Still. Still. Still. Still here.


///


I etch my own face upon my wicked flesh.
I am my own devastating god.

 


Rachel McKibbens, Dec. 2016

mafu and amatsuki making huge ass pudding video wtf. things to take note:

  • mafu casually throwing the “cup thing” away
  • mafu keep using the huge ass wooden spoon to hit his plushie toy.
  • “100 friends” joke
  • mafu counting the milk cartons one by one from 1 to 10 while amatsuki’s head bobbing to each count.
  • they don’t have a huge enough plate so they put the pudding on top of a coffee table, wrapped with shit ton of plastic wrap
  • { when we tip the pot, do we go “3-2-1-go″ or “1-2-3-go″ or “ready-go”} << two men struggle on how to put the pudding on the table.
  • idk why but the floating icons covering their mouth is so funny to me. 
  • amatsuki asking if the staff wants some << actual angel
  • “thank god i didn’t eat anything for the whole day“ << lmao @ sakata
  • 3 grown ass man sitting on the floor eating huge ass pudding together, feeding each other pudding.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • who the fck eats pudding with shoyu
  • the three of them looked so tired. lmao.
  • mafu keep playing his phone while amatsuki and sakata kept on eating the huge ass pudding.
  • mafu and sakata playing.
  • *after finishing the pudding* amatsuki “ we can go home now!!!” mafu: “wait.. *stares* we have to clean”

ANAHEIM DAY 2 (Schedule/Merch/Look for me)

Hello! Sorry for the Anaheim spam but this is the last one until the concert!

Ok so for anyone who wants to buy from me, I’ll be by the venue around 12ish! I’ll update my location through my twitter (@krostiniel) or through message/text if you want me to notify you personally! (Just lmk)

If you just wanted to say hi or get a Jimin print, the chick with the curly hair, red beanie, gray hoodie, and thick calves will be me :’) Pic under the cut. Also a gratuitous picture of my dog as he watched me take selfies.

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So we were playing Seventh Sea and we’d just finished running away from a Kraken. Everyone on the ship was exhausted and the captain sent everyone to bed, tied herself to the steering wheel and steered for the rest of the night. The first player to wake up found her asleep at the wheel because she had failed resolve and sailing roll.

Archeologist: I find a canteen or something of water and throw it on her face *rolls poorly*

DM: Yeah, no. She doesn’t wake up.

Archeologist: Then I go find an ink pot and draw a french mustache on her face.