my real mother

Hey psssht hey hey guess in what fan-fucking-tastic fandom I got myself in for 3 months in already pls dont kill meh

uhm… … …the last time I was in RPF hell was eons ago (KPop lol) and I have no idea how I got from one place to another this time around…

BUT I digress! There’s this one YuzuVier fanfiction that I’ve been reading since the first day it was published on Ao3 and I adore it so much aaaaHHH WHY IS DRAWING RL PPL SO MUCH AGONY it’s always the same tredding the thin line of ‘does this look okay’ and ‘omg cringe’

Yiddish-speakers themselves, including some of the most prominent Yiddish writers of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, routinely referred to their language as Zhargon – Jargon. It was a bastard tongue, bad German, a linguistic mishmash, hardly a language at all. Jews intent on assimilation found it particularly odious. In Germany for example, Jews tried to reduce Jewishness to a Konfession, a religion divorced from culture, insisting they weren’t Jews at all, but rather “Germans of the Mosaic persuasion” Go make the case in Yiddish, where every word, every linguistic tic, is a reminder of peoplehood. Consider, for example, Max Weinreich’s example of a more or less random Yiddish sentence: Di bobe est tsholent af Shabes – The grandmother eats warmed-over bean stew on the Sabbath. Bobe, “grandmother” is a Slavic word that entered Yiddish in the thirteenth or fourteenth century. Est was adopted a thousand years ago, from Middle High German. Tsholent, bean stew, came from Old French more than a thousand years ago, probably from chaud, “hot”, and lent, “slow” – a fitting name for a dish that Jews keep warm on the Sabbath, when cooking is not allowed. And Shabes, “Sabbath,” is a Hebrew word that dates back several thousand years. Quite literally, Yiddish is a living chronicle of Jews’ historical experience, proof of their peoplehood, and therefore spills the beans on assimilationist aspirations. No wonder Bourgeois Jews hated it; no wonder scholars ignored it. In 1873, for example, the German Jewish historian Heinrich Graetz afforded Yiddish just two paragraphs in his magisterial six-volume History of the Jews. Never mind that Yiddish was then the first or only language of 80% of the world’s Jews; for Graetz, it was “eine halbtierische Sprache,” a half-bestial tongue.

- Outwitting History: The Amazing Adventures of a Man Who Rescued a Million Yiddish Books by Aaron Lansky

  • Jeongyeon: So how did it go driving Chaeyoung to karaoke yesterday?
  • Nayeon: It went ok, she made a couple of comments about me going around corners too fast
  • Jeongyeon: She does that to me as well
  • Nayeon: Actually you're worse than her. She only made like two comments and you make at least five anytime I drive you anywhere. And she also apologised so she's doing way better than you
  • Jeongyeon: You're keeping score?
  • Nayeon: Of course I'm keeping score! I'm a petty bitch!
Meeting Her Parent

If you want a fan fiction of your own, commission me. Send me a message and I will tell you my prices.

This story was inspired by @drawbauchery‘s various AU’s with Lapidot. There are so many. I chose the one where Lapis is a librarian by day and a bike riding badass at night.



Peridot tried to balance driving her little buggy and fixing Lapis’ unruly hair at the same time. One strand of ocean-blue was driving her insane because it wouldn’t cooperate with the rest of the hairstyle she picked out for her girlfriend; no amount of spit on Peridot’s fingertips could make the single strand on Lapis’ forehead fall into place.

 “You know, I could find a better use for your ‘magic’ fingers,” said Lapis, bouncing her eyebrows, flirting.

 Peridot blushed red, slapping Lapis’ face. “Will you knock it off?! This is serious!”

 “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

 “This is the first time you’re going to meet Zircon and I’d rather you be more your librarian persona than your biker self.”

 “But you like my biker self.”

 Peridot actually spit into her fingertips and forcibly glued the stubborn strand down, only to have it pop back out. “Erraaa! That’s not the point!”

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My Mother

After Naoto left the Tatsumi’s, Kanji decides to ask his mother about her opinion towards Naoto. Within those years he distance himself from her, he finally had the courage to tell her how he really feels.

A Family Visit (Part I): [x]

it is my most sincere hope that this highly cursed image of Lord Gamzee Frinton-Montcroix recieves a birdy blessing from his parent @birdloaf

Josh, 20

“I am wearing my Champion sweatpants, my American Apparel halter bodysuit and a thrifted scarf. My style is inspired by sci-fi films, anime, 90s hip hop and R&B, banjie cunt realness and my mother. The clothes have to speak to me when I see them and when I try them on, they have to make me feel something. Something I always look for is, can this outfit be my “cartoon character outfit” because in cartoons they always wear the same thing, so I want the outfit to be able to represent me. But at the same time I’m still figuring out who I am as a person and I think fashion is one of the best ways to not only express yourself but find yourself.”

May 24, 2017 ∙ East Village