not about my roommate who does this

gal pals™

  • in another life, inej and nina would be roommates in the university district
  • there’s this elusive air about them, secretive glances in each other’s direction, wordless conversations across opposite ends of the classrooms
  • and on campus, they’re always seen huddling close to each other, whispering even when no one is close enough to hear them
  • they’re the type of girls you’d inevitably spend too much time trying to figure out. and when you spot them at the cafe you can’t help stare because you want to see if they’d run out of things to say or jokes to laugh at and if it’s just the lighting or are they really glowing as they look at each other
  • it’s also a mystery how they work when they couldn’t be more different
  • inej walks around with her hood drawn up, passing through campus like a shadow, unknowable and unapproachable
  • meanwhile nina smiles at everyone in passing and would even strike up a full conversation with an inanimate object. she’s also the loudest person at any party, parties inej has never shown interest in attending
  • but the girls don’t care if no one gets them because in the safe confines of their own room no one exists but the two of them
  • they often pull all nighters reminiscing about ravka
  • and when nina is stressed out, inej always has the right proverb to encourage her
  • and somehow nina always has the right song, even if she performs it terribly
  • inej animatedly tells nina about the books she finishes when nina had been out and nina looks forward to these times more than anything
  • inej will never forget the time when she read about slave trading in ketterdam and instead of waiting up for nina she retired to bed with the blankets pulled over her head, hoping her cries were silent enough
  • in the morning she woke to tea and nina insisting they take a mental health day from classes. this memory is forever ingrained in both of them—the sound of the rain against the window, the way nina’s arms folded around inej and inej rested her head against nina’s chest for the first time. inej’s tears seeping into her shirt as she told nina she had to make a difference somehow and nina cupping her face in her hands as she promised to help her however she could
  • nina notices inej’s smiles have been shyer since. and she catches the way her face would flush when they bump into each other as they try to maneuver around the furniture in their cramped room
  • and as they’re counting out their coins to see if they have enough for their next waffle splurge, their hands brush and nina doesn’t know why she giggles but she does and inej thinks it’s the sweetest sound
  • sometimes nina trades in a night of partying for quiet walks with inej. one time they snuck into the library after hours because inej had to show nina lines from a novel that reminded her of them
  • nina couldn’t help herself after. she stole the book. they laughed the whole way back to their place and nina read the entirety of it aloud that same night with inej dozing on her shoulder
  • but these girls…they’re also those figures ambling in the the foggy haze at 2 am when the rest of the district is silent. that hint of fabric, crimson in the moonlight, is in fact the too loud girl from class that answers every question with confidence even when she’s wrong, and the small hooded figure moving as one with the billows of smoke beside her is the quiet girl from the back of the room
  • no one can wrap their heads around why they’d willingly go into the barrel. and they’re too intimidated to ask. someone once said nina had a gang tattoo, but everyone had laughed it off as a joke…

anonymous asked:

Yoonjin man ... What I said about this lovely couple, but almost nobody talks about them? Their dynamics are beautiful, Jin is the only one who has the courage to scold Yoongi, and Yoongi bows his head (almost pouting lol). But I also like how much Yoongi implies with everything Jin does ... I love these two too much 😍

I actually wonder why there’s so little material for Yoonjin. They’re an incredible pairing (just rare). The compatible roommates (Yoongi said Jin was the best roommate), two oldest, Jin is literally the only one that can scold Yoongi (and he’ll shut up and listen immediately lol), and my mind may be tricking me, but didn’t they say they pushed their beds together? Their moments are more subtle if you don’t actively look for them, but it’s so cute T^T Yoonjin guys, appreciate it. 

Okay But It Makes Me So Happy To Think That Marik Could Be Completely Honest With A Stranger About Bakura And They’d Probably Automatically Assume He Was Talking About A Cat

“Who Are You Looking For?”
“My Roommate Fluffy, He’s Been Missing All Day!”
“Heh, Probably Out Hunting Am I Right?”
“Probably, I Swear If He Brings One More Dead Thing Home With Him He’s Sleeping Outside Tonight!”
“I’ll Keep An Eye Out For Him, What Does He Look Like?”
“Long White Hair, Brown Eyes, British, Always Looks Angry”
“Doesn’t Sound Familiar, Where Did You Get Him?”
“I Found Him In An Alleyway, Almost Friggin’ Ran Him Over Actually”
“Oh You Took Him In Off The Street? That Was Nice, He Must Really Love You Then”
“Yeah, Sometimes A Little Too Much…”

It’s time for the sort of annual casa de Queenie tradition of watching Ninja Assassin and consuming more chocolate than entirely necessary.  My roommates have been emailing back and forth in excitement for weeks about getting to see Rain doing upside-down push-ups.  Meanwhile, I’m really only in it for the food, because, deep down, I am a stereotype.

Also I just checked Rotten Tomatoes and apparently the movie has a 26%, which seems about right, but the review blurb says it “fails to live up to the promise of its title,” which is absolutely not the critique I would make since the movie does, in fact, feature both ninjas and assassins and ninjas who ARE assassins.  There are only two words in its title and it lives up to both of them, so???

I need someone who will willingly sit down and fangirl about Justice League or Teen Titans or Young Justice or any dc animated tv series while watching the shows. Apparently my roommate thinks all superhero animations are cheesy. What does she mean by cheesy? Sure they crack jokes but I mean they deal with some serious issues and kick butt. What’s so cheesy about that.

my roommate is currently complaining on the phone with her mom about how gay people get more valentines than she does despite the fact they arent like out in the open about being gay and im just sitting her. A Gay. who has never been in a relationship. and struggles with people interpreting them as like. Gay. because it’s actually….yknow….really hard to broadcast that most of the time 

It’s almost 2am and this is the most free-time I’ve had in about a month. Here is a long list of things that has been bothering me the last few months. This list is completely self-centered and shallow.

1) I’m starting to worry a lot about language and impact. People say (or type) things without considering what the words mean. What’s even worse is when people hide behind words. Using words as a cloak to help them get feeling across but not meaning. But if you’re only going to let a word do half of what it’s meant to do that’s a complete disrespect of language. 

2) Ever since I started living with these people (my new roommates) I decided that confrontation is the best thing for a living space. But because I’m the only one who does it I’m the bitch. It’s really easy to be a bitch but I’m never going to live comfortably around white people.

3) I was eating pizza with my sister today in Jersey and this pick-up truck with three American flags circled around the restaurant three times and I thought I was going to die. 

4) Delhi was a nightmare the more I think of it. (I’m now going to disrespect language but I wish I could talk about it)

5) It’s easy to not fear death when you don’t know what murder feels like. 

6) I hate narcissism. I don’t think I dislike anything more. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m an empath so I will pour myself to people in a tall glass and make sure there is ice. 

7) It’s weird to think that now so many people keep calling me beautiful. Four years ago I was 4 jeans sizes up and didn’t wear make-up and pushed myself away from all my friends. It’s why I dress up every morning now. No one should know I’m weak. It makes me feel safe. 

8) Living in a house where as a twelve-year-old child I wasn’t allowed to cry because crying is weakness, I think I’ve finally realized they’re right. I still can’t help it, but at least now I can time it better. 

9) I’m afraid that something watches me when I sleep. It’s such a strange fear that literally wakes me up sometimes and I’ve had it for the past three years. I just say satnam satnam waheguru and fall asleep. I wonder what that is. I feel it’s real.

10) Keep your nazar away from me. (The evil eye is a curse believed to be cast by a malevolent glare, usually given to a person when they are unaware. Many cultures believe that receiving the evil eye will cause misfortune or injury.) 

11) Remember when one of my “friends” told me I can live with them in Pakistan if Hindu and White nationalism get out of hand. And I wonder how oblivious people are. 

12) I think my soul would begin to start weighing my body down if my kids don’t grow up punjabi. If my kids don’t grow up sikh. (( I really want children. ))

13) My entire identity is fabricated because of colonialism and I actually do think I hate white people. Your complexion repels me. Even if we have good conversation.

anonymous asked:

1 hi nafisah, i wanted to ask you and your followers bc im not sure where else i can ask. does anyone have experience living as a trans person in a college dorm thats different from the gender you identify as? im a trans guy but it looks like ill be staying in a girls dorm (on a co-ed floor). my school tries to be accommodating and does have gender neutral housing but its so far from my classes, on the other side of my (huge) campus, i figured im better off just dealing with a female dorm.

2 however i will change my name and gender in the records and let my roommate know about my gender and everything. does anyone have any tips for making sure people still see me as a guy? like im worried everyone will assume im a girl, but am i supposed to blurt it out to every person i meet on my floor just to make sure they don’t misunderstand or what? does anyone, who has gone through this before, have advice? honestly i don’t know anyone in my situation so im not sure what to do from here.

Oh gosh, I’m sorry but I never dormed, so I have no idea how to go about this, unfortunately :(

I’ll have to open this up to followers or anyone who stumbles across this post. Please reblog if you have any advice, thanks!

anonymous asked:

Ask meme-7, 9, 43, 44

7. What was your life like last year?

Holy shit a roller coaster involving death, personal successes, mostly self-sustaining status, and heavy mental introspection. Soooo the usual.

9. Who did you last see in person? 

Well that’s easy I have two roommates with me at basically all times so those guys are currently surrounding me as we speak.

43. Favorite song ever?

DON’T DO THIS TOO ME seriously I can’t settle that soooo how about some favorite notable artists that come to mind and my favorite song(s) by them? Okay so Does It Offend You, Yeah? is an incredible band and I love their song Pull Out my Insides BUT ALSO We Are the Dead. The Hush Sound and their song Hospital Bed Crawl is a good jam. Why not the White Stripes and the classic Icky Thump because it’s stuck in my head for good reason? Or Miike Snow has an AMAZING song called In Search Of which everyone should listen to along with Plastic Jungle and the Pretender. Not to mention The Goldberg Sisters often have my ear with that first album. Just A+ to fucking all I could go on all day sorry.

44. Age you get mistaken for? 

I never have people tell me, but probably younger than I am so I’d say 17-19 at least.

Thank you so much for the asks I do love to ramble~

anonymous asked:

Does sutan know about violet's sexuality + her past with pearl or..?

No and no, which I’m sure will be a very interesting conversation when it does come up 😬😬😬 “Hey, remember that night we met and we made out in an alley? I was originally on a date with my roommate who had just broken my heart.”

CeCi July Issue OH MY GIRL Interview

Self introduction I was born in 1995. My real name is Kim Mihyun. In Oh My Girl, I’m in charge of being boyish, of course.
Oh My Girl’s Saying goodnight machine.
Wannabe style Rather than a feminine style, I like a casual mood or a hip hop style flavoured fashion.
If I feel good I exclaim several times in a row, of course. I guess I just can’t keep it in.
Roommate secret I’m on the lower bunk, and Binnie uses the top bunk, but I’m really curious about just what on earth it is that Binnie does until it’s 2~3 in the morning.
What I do after jumping out of bed Breakfast!
Even as a girl, the Oh My Girl who I see as lovable is The always baby-like maknae Arin, and chubby-cheeked cute YooA.
The Oh My Girl who I want to resemble Jiho’s lively personality. (x)

translated by frog @ omginfo ♔ PLEASE DO NOT TAKE WITHOUT CREDIT

ok so my roommate always makes fun of me because i have multiple copies of my mass effect 1 save files on USBs hidden inside our apartment in case something happens to the xbox or the save files on the harddrive so i don’t have to re-create my shep

but today

my brother deleted my 90+ hour playthrough of inquistion so WHO IS THE PARANOID ONE NOW THINKING THAT YOUR GAME GONNA BE LOST

in unrelated events, does anyone know how to dispose of a human body, roughly 210 pounds? 

let me get this off of my chest right now because fuck i’m so mad.

if you’re going to go to college with of your kpop merchandise, be prepared for the backlash you receive.

i’ll make this quick. i’m up in my bed asleep and the way it’s situated is basically my roommate can’t tell if i’m even in bed or not, so she checks my hat collection and sees if there’s one missing. that’s how she usually does it. today though one of my hats was in my bed so she assumed that i wasn’t there. she came in with her boyfriend and some other peson (who i will warn now is extremely judgemental) and the first thing they started to talk about was my side of the room that was plastered with stuff. these are the things i heard while i was “asleep”.

oh my god, it’s not good to have this kind of obsession. (well i’m so fucking sorry i support svt, exo and shinee so much to buy their stuff and be proud of their achievements.)

they all look the same. (we’ve all heard this. this is an an oldie. it’s whatever.)

is she korean? (i just love how this was asked in a whisper. well sorry, i’m not a korean who likes korean music. what’s it to you?)

there’s a whole clan of kpop fans on the floor above us too, and some of them are asian but not korean. they’re chinese and vietnamese! (WELL O-FUCKING-KAY WHAT THE HELL? have you ever heard of international fans? like….. what…… do we have to be korean to like korean things???? i don’t get it???)

some of the girls in the industry are forced into prostitution. (she was referring to the twice issue that happened, to which they were assumed to be prostitutes. they weren’t actually prostitutes. but. you know. there /are/ those horrible stories about that happening in certain smaller companies.)

you should get a kim jong un picture and put it in the middle of her posters and see if she noticed. (one, why the actual fuck do you think it’s okay to do something like that. is it a joke? and my roommate even agreed to do this, i’m so… oh my god. and two, i’m so happy for you that you think it’s okay to add on something so off-topic and irrelevant to my wall just for your pleasure. : ) )

i’m so sorry. (this one just has to be the best. yeah, feel sorry to my roommate who has to wake up everyday and look at my collection. feel sorry that she’s surrounded by a different culture and viewpoint of another person that doesn’t meet your standards. feel sorry for me, for apparently being some over-obsessed non-korean girl who is so into korean music to the point of showing it on my wall.)

i am just so fumed and i’ve never experienced something like this. not just about k-pop stuff, but this kind of judgement in general. what makes people feel so high and mighty that they can categorize who can do what and what’s deemed as ‘healthy’ or ‘correct’? what, am i supposed to be in love with drake and beyonce because i’m black? am i supposed to have their albums and posters instead? was this seriously a racial issue to them because it damn well sounded like one.

i don’t know what to do. ugh.

now i’m stuck in my bed for the next hour until she goes to her next class. uGH.

Hey friends, here is an autobiographical essay about some shit that went down a few years ago. It’s longer and more autobiographical than usual, so I made a separate tumblr for it.

Trigger warnings, just to be safe:

Mentions of anxiety, depression, and a brief mention of suicidal ideation. Ableist references to mental illness. Mentions of misogyny.

Also, while there is no violence of any kind, it’s a story about living with someone who does not respect physical or emotional boundaries, and about being very scared for a long time, which feels potentially triggery.

That said, I would overall consider this story a comedy? We all deal with stuff in our own ways, man.

The Ballad of Joe Yogurtsack: A True Story of Fear, Friendship, Theft, and the Worst Roommate I Ever Had

The first time I met Joe, he was standing in the middle of my kitchen, offering me stolen yogurt from a large black garbage bag.

The kitchen was in Minneapolis, where I was renting a portion of a house while I interned downtown. The food, he told me proudly, he had lifted from the breakfast buffet of a nearby hotel. The man was my new housemate.

Part I

A pushback post dedicated to those who think the ‪‎Formation‬ lyrics don't match the video.

“Do you fools listen to or do you just skim through it.”
- Jay Z, “Renegade”

Let me start this by saying I’m not a Beyonce stan. I wouldn’t even classify myself as a fan. I’ve never owned any of her albums, including the Destiny’s Child ones (unless I claim my college roommate owning and constantly playing the No, No, No single back in the 90s). However, I do respect Beyonce as a black woman, as an artist, and someone who has a ridiculous work ethic. And she does have songs I like (my favorite being Flaws and All. The writing and feeling of that song is dope as hell) With that said, I see a lot of people confused by the lyrics of Beyonce’s new song “Formation.” While it’s funny to make memes about Red Lobster (the man looking in the mirror telling himself to “Get back in there and earn that Red Lobster” is my favorite), it’s important to note that the Red Lobster reference goes along with the theme of the song. I keep seeing people type how the lyrics don’t match the video. I don’t agree at all. This song is Black Girl Magic at it’s core. It’s Carefree Black Girl at it’s core. It’s being unapologetically Black. And being those things in this society is an act of rebellion. Let me go a bit further.

“Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh”

She starts the song addressing all the YouTube comments about her being in the illuminati. Every time someone makes it big now, YouTube commenters can’t wait to find reasons to show how they’re in the illuminati. If you wink at the camera, that’s an eye over the pyramid reference and it means you’re in the illuminati. Hell, YouTube commenters have said that Kai is in the illuminati because she has viral videos on YouTube. It’s disrespectful. We’ve all watched Beyonce from the days she was working with Kelly, Latavia (I used to be in love with her… Hey boo! **insert winky emoji**), Letoya, and Wyclef. up to the present. She’s worked HARD and saying she got where she is because she’s in the some secret society is lazy thinking by lazy people who don’t have her work ethic. They haven’t made it where they want to be, so there has to be some secret society others belong to when they make it. She deads that shit from the start.

“I’m so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces”

Again, carefreeness. “I’m reckless with what I want. AND I love and rep my man. Say something. I dare you!” Shoutout to the cocky black women who don’t give a damn what others think. Again, that’s an act of rebellion.

“My daddy Alabama,
Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag”

Do I really need to break this down? She’s letting you know what it is. Don’t get it twisted. THIS is WHO I am. Also, “don’t come for Blue’s hair or me or my man’s black features ANYMORE.”

(interlude by Messy May + Big Freedia)
"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh yes, you besta believe it”

See above. Stays with the theme.

Then there’s a repeat of the first verse followed by the chorus. I could break down the chorus, but it’s pretty self explanatory.

“When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making”

So this seems to be where the confusion lies. “What does fucking her man, and Red Lobster have to do with this song?” Um, EVERYTHING. It fits the theme. She’s not talking about some random ass dude. She’s talking about her Black husband. And while Bey and Jay can afford to go to any restaurant on Earth, she says Red Lobster for a reason. For the same reason she mentioned keeping Hot Sauce in her bag (swag!). Red Lobster was the spot you took your boo when you thought you were being fancy back in the day. It’s such a “ghetto" idea nowadays, but back in the day you were hood/country ballin if you took bae to Red Lobster (call me ghetto, but I’m still hitting Red Lobster up for Endless Shrimp and Cheddar Biscuits. I am who I am damnit). It’s hood/country like carrying hot sauce in your purse. It’s also a power move in the sense that SHE’S taking bae out, not reverse. She has her own and if SHE’S pleased, SHE’S making that move.

She follows that theme up with a straight power move, but same concept. If SHE’S pleased she’s taking him on a chopper ride. If SHE’S pleased she’ll toss his ass a couple crumbs and tell him to go get some J’s. She could’ve easily said some fancy ass designer by she said J’s for a reason. It keeps true to hood/country wants/needs reminding us all of WHO she is.

Want more black girl magic/power? Well she has that too. I can get YOUR shit played on the radio if I choose (I feel bad here because she bout to get hella struggle Soundcloud links in her Twitter mentions). Why can she makes these things happen? Because she slays damnit. Black girl magic… Carefree black girl. The theme stays consistent.

Lastly, and this may be my favorite part of the song. She could’ve chosen any rich white billionaire to say here. Her and Jay are close to Warren Buffet so it makes sense to use him right? Nah! Bill Gates. Gates is famous for his philanthropy. So why she could just sit back and be a rich baddie with a powerful rich husband and adorable daughter, she’s saying that’s not enough. She’s about to start speaking. She’s putting her power into play for something more. The proof of that is in the video. The proof is having a dozen black women with afros and black berets, on the 50th anniversary of the formation of the Black Panther Party and only a few miles away from where they started, on stage at the Superbowl singing this song knowing backlash will come. The proof of that is the money they’ve reportedly used to fund BLM issues on the low low. The proof of that is this new world tour raising money for Flint. It reminds me of her husband’s reflection on his song “Minority Report” which was about the guilt he felt after not helping as much as he could after Katrina.

“Left them on they porches, same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, cause we got a couple Porsches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure, I ponied up a mil’ but I didn’t give my time
So in reality I didn’t give a dime
Or a damn, I just put my monies in the hands
Of the same people that left my people stranded”

While there are clear BLM themes in the video (which I love), this song is about being Black Unapologetically. And she’s not waiting until she falls off and has less to lose to say and be this. She’s at the height of her career. She’s damn near on MJ icon level (before you start spazzing, I said DAMN NEAR). The timing of this is important. Years from now we’ll look back on this and realize how amazing that Superbowl moment was. People will talk about how much pride this gave them. Shoutout to Beyonce for this.

Finally, let us not forget the finals words of the song which lead me to believe this is just the beginning….

"Girl I hear some thunder
Golly this is that water boy, oh lord”