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“What are you nom-nom-ing, hah?? WHAT are you nom-nom-ing show me~!”
“I’m sorry but I can’t speak. It is impolite to talk with your mouth is full~~!”
TH2ank you~
The third year of junior high, our last tournament,
…Oikawa was given the Best Setter Award.
whiteys in the notes big mad
they like “but the person in the car could DIE!” and like who the fuck dies after going off the road and getting stuck in some snow. anyways i woulda kept on driving. people against my basic rights don’t deserve my sympathy
They’re so used to us being the “bigger person” and extending ourselves despite their treachery that us just minding our business and moving forward is appalling.
they expect to be cared for coddled and saved regardless
exactly and my morally ambiguous ass woulda kept driving regardless
plus she prob woulda been racist AT you if you did pull up and try to help so. not worth it
I hate to admit I’ve been thinking of this post & the response in the replies but…
The colonizers angry in the tags gotta realize…Black people with car troubles get killed. This is not an exaggeration. This is not a 1-off. Black people have been shot by whites for trying to get help when their cars break down & get no justice for it.
Y’all & y’all gun-obsessed kinfolk have made it too dangerous to risk our lives. Especially when you have indicators of being a hateful ass racist/fascist. YEP, ALL TRUMP SUPPORTERS ARE RACISTS & FASCISTS.
So, nah, we are not here to be your caretakers anymore.
You want to deny the humanity of PoC, wanna build a wall & destroy families, attack Brown people on religious garb, wanna call traumatized children “crisis actors”, wanna blame unarmed Black folks when KKKops shoot us just b/c they see us existing?
Then so be it.
If that person dies b/c they don’t have AAA or a relative, I still don’t give a fuck. Y’all already doomed this damn country to Trump, I wash my hands of thee.
i finally managed to replace my laptop people! which means all the prompts ive been working on will be up in a few days.
it also means my fanfics on ao3 will be updated very shortly. are you excited?
i know i am.
cath-sith
inkskinned
there is something very strange in this world. men get praised a lot for doing things that maybe should have been expected from them. how many headlines have i seen that read something like “man actually does housework”. how many buzzfeed articles about “this actor actually says he loves his wife and we’re crying about how beautiful that is”. how many heart-eyed emoji-filled retweets because “man shows basic human decency.”
my mom is not a chef, even though every person she has ever served food to is shocked by how good it is. she does not even consider herself a cook. that is a man’s thing. my father reminds me it is just as hard to be a man, because every vulnerability is taken as a chance to attack. at a wedding, a man looks at his soon-to-be wife and actually smiles. it is lauded as the most magical moment in a year or so.
i scroll past the information about a man who stayed by his wife “despite her losing her breasts to cancer”. the woman - or “the wife” - is absent from her own struggle. i sit through a meet-and-greet where the speaker says “the men here today” before adding a hasty “and wives”, where it is noted how many hours men toiled at work and at home. they are praised for their double-shift of a day while the women (the wives, the wives, the wives) look glassily at their husbands. i go to school and i learn more about what men did in history. on the tv, i watch a man meet a talk show host because he learned to braid his daughter’s hair. at my dismissal, i am reminded he didn’t have to do that. i am reminded men don’t have to do that.
i am reminded by yet another white shooter that life is hard for men, you know. i know it is. i know that, for men, domestic violence and sexual assault go unreported and unsolved. that suicidal thoughts go unhelped. that toxic masculinity encourages a social divide between men that leaves many feeling alienated and unable to seek help. i know this because i try to keep an open heart. it is interesting because i know this and yet when i ask a man about what a woman goes through, i am told: it is hard to be a man, you know.
a man quits his job to be with his kids. a man speaks out about feminism. a man cooks dinner for his family. a man stands up to give his seat to someone with bags. a man doesn’t have to, you know. he doesn’t have to.
the wedding is cute. i’m not jaded and i love watching others be happy. my friend crosses her legs and sighs, showing me a headline. a man waited six months for his overseas-deployed wife. my friend and i cry at the video of their reunion.
“i want a love like that,” we say, and the sad thing is: we’re still looking.