Hey guys. My followers know me as Papa egg, or Mel. I have grown up with ADHD, anxiety, bipolar, and cases of Schizophrenia (still to be determined, the bipolar ties it all in) Life has been rough, really rough. I grew up being ostracized from everyone because I was the “weird kid” or that I had “mad cow disease”. I didn’t make friends till five years ago, I am eighteen now. My best friend in the whole world has stuck by my side for five years and I wouldn’t be much without him. I take adderall xr and a few other things to “help” me be as “normal” as I can. But it hurts to take the medication because my body hates it so I end up not taking it. I slip in and out of emotions and feelings easily and can snap on a dime. I may be mentally disabled. But I try my hardest to hold on. Not only for myself, but for my family and the many amazing and understanding friends I have now. I try not to look at the mirror too long or listen to the voices in my head because if I do I slip into this mood that is scary and has almost led me to doing stupid things. I am a fan of Deadpool as many of you know, mainly because I can relate to him in a way. He has helped show me that even when you are at your worst, put a smile on your face or look at the bright side. He is a role model to me when I feel brought down about my disabilities. I am a awkward but mostly a kind and tender person. I have my slip ups and they hurt. But those slip ups taught me how to push on. #NoShameDay

Angry black woman’ stereotype stems from racism, sexism

The perception of black females as angry and negative is rooted in the cocktail of racism and sexism served to them on a daily basis.

Black females are one of the most ostracized groups in America. Having the double minority status of being both black and a woman typically equates to many unfortunate circumstances. Black women are often slapped with the stereotype of being angry. This stereotype is so prevalent it greatly affects black females day-to-day.

The awareness that this perception exists is a dark cloud that seeps into every aspect of what I do and how I carry myself. I even find myself carefully rereading every word and making sure my passion does not come off as rage while writing this column about a subject I personally identify with and am passionate about.

What it means to be black in America typically depends on the person being asked, but there are certain experiences many black women share. The anger that is often associated with black women stems from these experiences.  

The thing is, black women are angry for a reason. We are angry because it often feels as if there is no room for us in this society. We are angry because being told “you are cute for a black girl” is supposed to be a compliment. We are angry because somehow white women’s feminism became different from black women’s feminism. We are angry because the difference between a woman who does not take crap from anyone and a woman who is needlessly aggressive is somehow lost when you are a black female.

Stamping the angry label on every black female is incredibly damaging. Suddenly, almost every action I take will be perceived as irrational anger. Having that perception stain your being day in and day out is a heavy weight to bear. And the fact that, no matter what I do, I can never avoid the stereotypes attached to being a black female makes things even heavier.

Two boys at my high school were my first introduction to the world of being an “angry” black woman. They would antagonize and irritate me until I got angry enough to respond, and then would follow me down the hallway yelling “10! 10! 10!” I did not understand what that meant until one day my friend finally explained to me that 10 was the highest level on the angry black girl meter they had made for me.

This realization took a severe toll on me. I was an angry kid growing up, but because of the stereotype, I always took care to show my sunniest disposition as often as possible. Hearing those boys yell “10” at me down the hallway every week felt like betrayal and despair all at once. All I had done was tell them to leave me alone, and here they were mocking me and labeling me as angry, an adjective I had taken care to avoid. Learning that lesson was revealing and damaging in a way I will never forget.

I am not alone in my experiences. Shared experiences like mine are the reason why black women often wear their anger like armor. Once the soul has been tainted with enough negative experiences, anger can be a good tool to keep more negativity from worming its way in.

Being a black woman in America means it is important to pick your battles, even though we should not have to. Almost like a negative version of King Midas, anything we touch turns to anger.


You know what really makes me pissed though is that from fourth grade onward when i began to take interest in anime (kid-friendly things like cardcaptor sakura and lucky star at that time), literally all the kids teased me because anime wasn’t American cartoons and they thought it was weird. and granted I probably brought some of that on myself by wearing Naruto merch to school, and talking about Pokémon all the time. but at any rate the two people i did know that did play and enjoy Pokémon still made fun of me because they subscribed to the childhood elitism perpetrated by the unfortunately close-minded, indoctrinated kids in our class. and you know what’s happened since i’ve gotten to high school??

anime has somehow achieved relative normalcy. which is great! but because of this, all those bullies that effectively called me a baby and ostracized me daily are now wearing T-shirts with Pikachu on them, saying things like “oh yeah, Pokémon was my childhood, I miss it so much!!”

like i don’t mean to come off as one of those fedora gamer elitists who say, “Oh, so you like anime?? Name the three top grossing titles in the year 1987. You like Pokémon?? Name pokemon number 574.” Because I can’t even do that. But can you please stop making shit up because you feel like being nostalgic for something you put down others for in the past and were never actually involved in yourself?? 


Misha: We have a good time. We love each other, and these two guys (Jared & Jensen) are like a pair of brothers.


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Hello, what’s up

While I am thrilled that Destiel is the most REBLOGGED ship, it’s people like this that ruin the fun.

Since this user has brought up the word “problematic”, let’s talk about what’s problematic about her post.

  1. These are baseless, misinformed accusations (using that DailyDot editorial and/or Tumblr opinions as reference does not count as “fact checking”)
  2. There are currently over 213 million tumblr blogs, however, as we all know, one user is allowed to create multiple blogs, and users may choose to never sign onto tumblr again and still have their blog domain. So I think “70 million users that ship Destiel” is a gross exaggeration.
  3. Also, may I direct you to this page which sort of gives us an overview on how tumblr arrived at their results

    See? The factors considered are POSTS, TAGS, NOTES, FOLLOWER GROWTH, TRAFFIC, ETC
    One user could reblog a Destiel post a million times, and said user could single-handedly tip an area of the scale to Destiel’s favor.

  4. You also have to understand that Tumblr is a very small percentage of the world’s population. Yes, this website may indeed be the top website for fandoms, but that doesn’t mean that we actually represent the demographics that contribute to the show’s ratings. (Hell, most of us just stream online or download torrents. Granted, we do contribute a great deal to promotion, but we are still a very small group. We’re not even half of Facebook’s users)
  9. 80% of your tags are irrelevant to your post. I get that you’re seeking as much attention as your tags can bring you, and this attention I’m giving you now is an effect of that, but do you really have to tag Random Acts too?!
  10. The last thing your post is is a “RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS”

I don’t have a selfie. But today we’re reclaiming the bindi. So here’s to the indian girls that wear bindis. Here’s to the indian girls that wear saris. Here’s to the indian girls that wear mehndi. Here’s to the indian girls that aren’t ashamed of their culture, or their heritage, or their traditions, or their skin color. 

Here’s to the indian girls that didn’t because they were put down for it.
Here’s to the real indian girls that were ostracized for doing all of the above.
Here’s to keeping our culture ours, here’s to keeping our heritage ours, here’s to keeping our traditions ours.

Here’s to reclaiming the bindi.


They all irritate each other, what else is new?

OK real talk….

As a feminist, why the fuck would you patronise and talk down to fellow women who say that they’ve never experienced being ostracized or treated unfairly for being part of a male-centric hobby like, say, comics or gaming?  Why would you throw them under the bus by saying that they’re not actually being accepted, they are only being used by men as a token and they fail to see that because of internalised misogyny?  Why do you preach “Listen and Believe” but then refuse to listen to your own peers?

Don’t you think that more and more women coming out saying that they actually LIKE being part of a hobby means that it’s a sign that things are getting better?  Don’t you think this is a GOOD thing?

You want women to be accepted, but then flip your shit when they say that they ARE?

What the fuck are you really aiming for, then?

shoutout to those of you in the closet, no matter the reason. shoutout to the trans people who are misgendered (whether purposefully or accidentally). shoutout to bi- and pan- individuals who face erasure, ostracization, and/or stereotyping. shoutout to lesbians who have been sexualized. shoutout to asexuals who have thought they were “broken.” shoutout to any of you who have been told you “just haven’t found the right person yet.”

shout out to all of you, because you are strong, and you are not alone. 

Alright, let’s talk about the vallaslin. I’ve been seeing a few Solas critic posts (and even some Solas positive ones) that I feel have misconstrued the context of what’s going on during the Crestwood scene, so I’d like to take a minute to lay some of it out plainly.

First of all, Lavellan is dalish and has been dalish her entire life. She knows the customs of her people, knows what they mean to them and herself. She didn’t suddenly become more/less dalish in the moment of choosing whether or not to accept Solas’ offer (because that’s all it is: an offer). She knows from the moment he suggests removing the vallaslin what that will mean for her relationship with the dalish. She knows removing the vallaslin will ostracize her from her people. She knows there’s a small chance they will believe her, and the only reason she would believe Solas (if she does; there’s an option not to) is because she has known him for as long as she has. This isn’t something that she’d realize later on after meeting with people and being shocked that they won’t accept her. She is dalish. She is proud. She knows her people are too.

And if you say ‘Oh, she thought it would be okay to lose her people because she wanted to be with Solas/ give it to Solas as a gift’ then that is the wrong reason for her to do it. In fact, if she told him that was why, to make him happy, he would unequivocally not do it. He may be using the vallaslin as a scapegoat to his original plan, but it is still a truth that he’s sharing with her. For her to do it for the wrong reason would be twisting the truth (again) and the whole reason he brought it up was so that wouldn’t happen. If she does do it for the wrong reason, fine. But don’t act for a second like Solas would have wanted it that way or manipulated her into it. Freedom is something Solas prizes above pretty much everything else and for her to accept the offer for his sake and not her own would be abhorrent to him.

Two more points beneath the line. Because I talk a lot.

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