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Sam. 16. USA. Comics. Mostly Bands. Relatable Shit. Not Straight.


Currently Watching: Once Upon a Time, Ouran High School Host Club, Red Band Society, How to Get Away with Murder, Faking It

Currently Reading: Bane Chronicles, Frankenstien, and anything that has a good gay plot


Queer

sophgoph-the-nerd:

ninjility:

mykindaboys:

thebrowneyedzombie:

i’m sorry but can we just take a moment to appreciate disney genderbending

like

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i mean

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just look

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at the perfection

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in all of this

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and let’s not forget the best one

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AND FROZEN

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i’m so satisfied

god fuckin dayum

THE MALE CRUELLA LOVE ME

Lady Hans looks like Azula and I’m cool with tat because that’s exactly who Lady Hans would be.

Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

nickgerber:

Olive Park and The River

bussykage:

2cuuuute:

eligors:

hijabiswag:

friendship game strong

Where are the people crying cultural appropriation though

because its not lol

They’re not making a mockery out of the hijab or wearing it for fun they’re standing up for their friend. I wear the hijab and if my friends did this for me I’d start crying so shut up?

bussykage:

2cuuuute:

eligors:

hijabiswag:

friendship game strong

Where are the people crying cultural appropriation though

because its not lol

They’re not making a mockery out of the hijab or wearing it for fun they’re standing up for their friend. I wear the hijab and if my friends did this for me I’d start crying so shut up?
prllnce:

sleepydumpling:

nudiemuse:

lovingyouisredforyou:

poppypicklesticks:

logicsomething:

i’m lucky enough to have encountered a barista malicious enough to do this to me - i ordered a decaf latte with soy milk and they gave me fully caffeinated with cow’s milk. cue hours of panic attacks and feeling sick. ugh

Why do some baristas think its adorable and clever to dick around with people’s specifications?  They can kill someone with allergies with this shit. 

Last summer, I had a stomach infection (sorry, gross, I know) and could hardly eat any sugar at all. After I went to doctors appointments, I’d gotten into the routine of stopping at a nearby coffee shop and getting a sugar free soy latte (because I’m also lactose intolerant). Whenever I gave that order to a certain barista, she would roll her eyes and be kind of rude, but I was like whatever. Then one day, I gave my order and my drink tasted a little better, but I didn’t really think anything of it until I overheard her whispering to another barista something like “I made that girl’s drink with regular syrup and whole milk, I’m so sick of these bitches getting soy and sugar free when they’re not even fat” like she had done something really awesome and clever.
I was horribly sick for the rest of the day.
it’s not uncommon at all for baristas to give me whole milk when I ask for soy. and for me, that just means I get a bad tummy ache, but for some people, that could actually kill them.
So yeah, people who do this shit should really lose their jobs.
[EDIT: Sorry, I didn’t realize the first blog who’d commented was an fatphobic blog. Deleted comment from asshole.]

I had this happen once. I went back the next day and told the manager ALL about my flaming shits, stomach cramps and gas. Then I told her who did it and I’m pretty sure they got fired.

I’ve also had it the other way - ordered regular and got given skim because “You could cut back on the fat a bit, it would do you good.”

#give people what they order not what you think they need

prllnce:

sleepydumpling:

nudiemuse:

lovingyouisredforyou:

poppypicklesticks:

logicsomething:

i’m lucky enough to have encountered a barista malicious enough to do this to me - i ordered a decaf latte with soy milk and they gave me fully caffeinated with cow’s milk. cue hours of panic attacks and feeling sick. ugh

Why do some baristas think its adorable and clever to dick around with people’s specifications?  They can kill someone with allergies with this shit. 

Last summer, I had a stomach infection (sorry, gross, I know) and could hardly eat any sugar at all. After I went to doctors appointments, I’d gotten into the routine of stopping at a nearby coffee shop and getting a sugar free soy latte (because I’m also lactose intolerant). Whenever I gave that order to a certain barista, she would roll her eyes and be kind of rude, but I was like whatever. Then one day, I gave my order and my drink tasted a little better, but I didn’t really think anything of it until I overheard her whispering to another barista something like “I made that girl’s drink with regular syrup and whole milk, I’m so sick of these bitches getting soy and sugar free when they’re not even fat” like she had done something really awesome and clever.

I was horribly sick for the rest of the day.

it’s not uncommon at all for baristas to give me whole milk when I ask for soy. and for me, that just means I get a bad tummy ache, but for some people, that could actually kill them.

So yeah, people who do this shit should really lose their jobs.

[EDIT: Sorry, I didn’t realize the first blog who’d commented was an fatphobic blog. Deleted comment from asshole.]

I had this happen once. I went back the next day and told the manager ALL about my flaming shits, stomach cramps and gas. Then I told her who did it and I’m pretty sure they got fired.

I’ve also had it the other way - ordered regular and got given skim because “You could cut back on the fat a bit, it would do you good.”

she’s magic

gaminginyourunderwear:

yaoiornah:

itsgeekyinhere:

Doing the do with you know who

The greatest mystery of all time solved…What Neville forget to remember in that scene.

All of this is important.

heliolisk:

heteroh:

rape culture hasn’t gone anywhere

wtf did I just read

animericans:

sexuality is so dumb why does it even matter who you like no one is gonna like you back anyways