Please Pray For My City. There’s Been A Terrorist Attack In Central London.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

My dad needs help

I use to try avoid post like these but, karma has a funny way of working. I know that I don’t post a lot and am not really that popular but my family needs help. My dad, Carlos, fell down a flight of stairs and hurt his arm and shoulder and is now unable to go to work. He is has a very strong sense of pride, so he didn’t even tell me. (machismo, but anyway)  I just noticed that my family back home was struggling more than we usually do. I’m in college, so I don’t regularly get to see them. My sister told me what happened, and how there isn’t enough money to make bills. 

He’s a good man and I am soooo soooooo lucky to have this man as a father. He was the best father to me when I came out, and actively worked to make schools more accepting of the LGBT+ community ever since. He has ALWAYS been serious about keeping our roots (Afro-Cuban), and our religion. If anyone was down the would always make time to make people smile.

He actively tries to make peoples days brighter, whether it’s at work or in the grocery store. I know that he’s in a bad place right now, and just won’t mention it. He went to the doctor yesterday and was told that he needs to have the surgery as soon as possible to prevent any permanent damage to his shoulder and arm, he estimated that he would need the surgery by May 5th before the injury does damage to his nervous system. My mother and my sister are constantly at their alter praying for change in this situation.

So, all my siblings and I are starting a GoFundMe campaign for him so we can pay for the surgery. I completely understand if you can give any donation (I’m a college student, I know), I would just ask to please please please share, or pray to whichever god(dess) you worship, or even do a small spell for us to reach the goal. I just want my dad to be back the goofy, kind man that he is.I can’t thank you guys enough for even reading this. 

LINK: https://www.gofundme.com/carlos-needs-your-help-for-surgery

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SHARE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PRAY FOR US

LINK: https://www.gofundme.com/carlos-needs-your-help-for-surgery

@whos-that-foxi-lady, look what you made me do. I skipped out on working on thesis for this omg. Based on this post:

I imagine after the reveal, Marinette might still struggle with being fully comfortable with Adrien, so he’ll occasionally iniate fist bumps to remind her its just Chat. They’d probably do this often before they get comfortable hugging or even holding hands. Sunshine boi is a patient sweetheart. - @whos-that-foxi-lady

Man..I haven’t drawn a comic in so long. I’ve been so busy ; u ;

PLEASE DO NOT RE-UPLOAD. DO NOT DUB. DO NOT MAKE SOME VIDEO.

REBLOG ONLY PLEASE.

1st sentence: That is it! We're done!

“That is it! We’re done!”Chat stormed away, feeling anger coursing through his veins. He’d had enough- no one in his life was willing to tell him the truth, and finding out that she was no different…“Chat, wait–” she called out after him, tears in her eyes.“No! You promised!” he shook off her hand, stepping out of her reach. “You promised, and you lied!”“I didn’t–”“You said nobody would die,” he argued, fist clenching as he paced in front of her. “But he just got crushed and–”Marinette walked up and pinched his nose, effectively silencing him as she continued to chuckle. “Would you just come sit down and finish the movie you silly cat? I promise you, Wall-E has a happy ending!”Keeping her grip on his nose, she pulled him back into her room to watch the rest of the film, marveling at how emotional her precious kitty could be.

Gonna adit… this was almost pure angst…. but then I remembered this thing called a twist ending and… wait… did I trick you? Bwehehehe XDEnjoy!

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- what you call the things in the first two pictures - how you pronounce the thing in the third picture (caramel)

Eye of the Beholder

I’ve never found myself pretty so I made a quick comic that might help others with the same feelings

My Kind of MariChat

Chat and Marinette hanging out as friends and talking about their crush struggles with each other.

Chat not saying who he likes, because he knows that Mari is best friends with the Ladyblog girl and he can’t risk Ladybug finding out how he feels through the Internet. How tacky!

Mari not saying who she likes, because she’s afraid Chat will see her love for Adrien as just a celebrity crush. Also she has a tendency to malfunction when speaking his name aloud.

Chat giving Mari advice about how to calm her anxiety and be more confident when talking to her crush.

Mari giving Chat advice about how to come across as more genuine and less flirty when talking to his crush.

The two being 100% oblivious.

The two practicing on each other and totally NOT blushing  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The two encouraging and pushing each other to ask their crush out.

The two making a pact to do so the very next day.

Mari going up to Adrien at school and remaining 50% calm as she asks him out for ice cream.

Adrien internally screaming because he didn’t realize Mari had a crush on HIM and now he feels like a jerk.

“OH, uh that sounds like it’d be a lot of fun, but I can’t eat ice cream… model diet, you know?”

Marinette trying to recover. “Oh, right. Well, uh…what about a movie?”

Marinette regretting her decision the moment he says “Look Marinette-”

Adrien trying. “You really are an incredible girl and it means a lot to me that you’d even ask. I just- I already have feelings for someone else.”

Marinette accidentally blurting out, “Who? Chloe?”

Adrien not knowing whether to laugh or gag. “No, no, no! She uh, she doesn’t go here. You wouldn’t know her.”

Marinette thinking that it’s probably some gorgeous model.

Marinette sending only one text to Alya instead of her usual 50.

“He likes someone else.”

An akumatized villain showing up at the absolute WORST time.

Chat Noir noticing that his lady is off her game for some reason.

Ladybug noticing that Chat is making fewer puns for some reason.

Chat pulling her away from the press after the battle.

“My lady, I need to tell you something… I love you.”

Marinette’s gut clenching because HOW did she not realize Chat had been talking about HER and then she’s reminded of Adrien’s rejection and she’s overwhelmed by hurt and confusion and guilt and-

BEEP BEEP go the earrings.

“Chat… this isn’t a good time. I- I have to go.” 

“Then meet me tonight on the Arc de Triomphe at 11 o’clock.”

Ladybug just nodding before she swings away.

Chat trying not to be discouraged.

Marinette checking her phone after she detransforms.

Alya: “Oh girl. I’m so sorry.”

Alya: “Are you okay?”

Alya: “I’m mandating an emergency sleepover tonight. Just you and me.”

Crap.

Marinette trying to “go to bed” early so that she can sneak out and meet with Chat.

Alya making her stay up because it’s a Friday night and “you promised me we’d watch Moulin Rouge”.

Chat somehow managing to set up a candlelit dinner on the Arc de Triomphe because he’s a hopeless romantic.

Chat pacing back and forth with droopy ears as it gets later and later.

Chat growing incredibly disheartened as he picks at the food and thinks about how he rejected Marinette only to be rejected by Ladybug.

Mari worrying about Chat and crying over Adrien.

Chat finally heading home around 1:00 AM but stopping when he sees Mari on her balcony. 

Mari feeling awful and tearing up when she sees Chat.

Chat feeling awful when he sees how upset Mari is.

The two hugging and crying and realizing how much they hate seeing the other hurting.

The two trying to comfort and encourage each other.

Mari telling Chat how funny and brave and kind he is.

Chat telling Mari how talented and beautiful and endearing she is.

Mari and Chat looking into each others eyes, each wondering if they’ve been pursuing the wrong person all along.

Chat leaning in slowly and kissing Mari.

Mari kissing back.

Alya opening the trapdoor and screaming.

The End (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I firmly believe that Yuuri speaks better English than Viktor.

Like they’re both fluent and speak VERY GOOD English, but Yuuri just got off a five-year stint in a country where English is the predominant language, where he had to speak English every day just to function in society. Viktor’s experience with English is pretty much limited to international competitions and if he forgets a word, it’s whatever, because half the other people there aren’t as fluent as him anyway.

This headcanon doesn’t really matter most of the time bc I write them communicating in English (Which they canonically do, it being their only shared language) so obviously they effectively have the same amount of fluency that I do, but I just love the idea that sometimes, out of no where, Viktor will pause in the middle of conversation and get this look on his face.

“Did you forget the word?” Yuuri will ask kindly.

“Yes.”

“What’s the word in Russian?”

“Turtsiya.”

“Okay, I’m not familiar with that one. Describe it?”

“Evil chicken.”

“Turkey?”

Viktor beams. “Yes! Turkey!”

WARNING: "BLUE WHALE"

This is not spam, but please listen up! A warning to anybody online: There is a game titled “Blue Whale”, a realistic version of “Nerve” (from the movie of the same title) that involves you being forced to do tasks.  Daily tasks (in a span of 50-59 days) include from drawing a whale, to watching horror videos at the darkest hour, to cutting a shape onto your skin, to suicide. There is no official link, but please be careful on what you click. If you fail to follow the daily tasks, they got your sensitive information and will manipulate and blackmail you if you decline. It started in Russia, killing +130 teens and currently spreading all over in Europe. If you’re in Europe, I beg you to be safe. If anybody sends you a very suspicious link or tells you to do something, don’t do it.  If you recently downloaded it, call the authority. Your life any many others depends on it. Spread this message until this situation is finally resolved.  ~ segachick