that amy girl

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)


Happy birthday, Shizune!

  • Ami points out that now that Shizune has turned 22, they are now both the same age!!  (Ami is older by a few months)  But Shizune-san is the cool senpai-figure, so Ami relies on her a lot, and that she loves her!
  • Shizune writes that she normally celebrates her birthdays together with her family (most of whom are in Hokkaido) and so she thought this year would be a lonely Tokyo birthday, but instead she spent a great day together with everyone on Haikyuu!  She is going to work very hard so that everyone can see a wonderful show!

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Some Amy and Rosa headcanon musings from the mind of a Latina...


Rosa might be terrifying and hate any display of emotion in real life. However, being the hopless romantic she secretly is, she LOOOOVES telenovelas. She grew up watching mexican telenovelas in Univision. As a teenager, her favorite was María la bel Barrio, which started her lifelong obsession over Thalía. She saw a lot of herself in María’s punch-first-ask-later nature and came as far as writing fanfictions while in college.

She published them in some Geocites foruns under a pseudonym and was a very popular author due to the intense romantic feelings and general pain she made the characters go through before achieving their happy ending. Whenever she feels like, she secretly writes La Fea Más Bella smut oneshots. She cried like a baby over this scene and lowkey fraked out when she ran accros Jaime Camil by chance in the street.


Being the youngest in the Santiago household took a toll on Amy’s childhood. Not only were her parents quite old by the time she was born, but they also had a lot on their plates back them: her father had to deal with the stress of police work as well as the pressure of providing for a family of ten under the salary of said occupation, while her mother dealed with the overwhelming task of raising eight children, managing housework and make some sort of extra work to enhance the family income. They were always organized to provide enough without luxuries and were a close knitted household, but whenever a family is this large, neither of the children gets enough attention.

That’s why as, being the only girl, little Amy used to spend more time with her Cuban abuela, which she called Lela. Lela would cheer her up whenever she was crying over something her brothers did to her or whenever she was teased at school. She would teach Amy how to knit and how to make collages while telling stories of her own poor childhood in La Habana and how she was mocked by the other girls for wanting to learn how to read and how she met Abuelo Santiago at a New Year’s Eve ball in 1957 before getting engaged, married, and emmigrating to the States with toddler Victor in tow in record time. Amy cherished over these stories while looking at some family albuns.

Lela was teaching Spanish to her 13 year-old granddaughter by the time she collapsed on the floor. Until now, Amy finds it difficult to speak Spanish without bringing back these painful memories, so she stopped trying.

Amy saw In The Heights on Broadway once, but cried so much she hardly remembers anything but a blur. Not only she sees herself in Nina, but Abuela Claudia’s Paciencia y Fe is practically Lela’s story in a song. She owns the original Broadway cast recording plays it on the car whenever she misses her grandma. It brings her a sense of safety and feels like home.


the inner senshi are finally finished!!! its a good start to black history month, a credit to all the magical black women in the world 💖

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