PoC mahou shoujo ramblings under the cut.
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i was at the bus stop with my sister the other day and for no apparent reason, she says: ‘dude, there are more dead people in the world than living people’ and the woman standing beside me whispered ‘holy shit’ and i fucking lost it
Jesus woman! Get around the corner!
Go on baby girl! Get ‘im!
Id quit playing my game for sure!
You look beautiful, don’t be shy!
Omg, she is so precious.
C’mon girl, you’ve got him in your back pocket. Any man would drop his controller once he saw you. :D
I love this post. I am so happy that it is back on my dash :-)
This is the reason why i fucking love tumblr, I love you all. Anyway, go get him Beautiful! :)
I love everything about this picture. So cute.
You got this girl!
Make his jaw drop, darling.
why the fuck do people get annoyed when everyone is excited about something I think it’s the cutest thing ever I love when so many people on my dash are rejoicing
so this commercial is being taken down and off of tv after Cheerios got complaints from people about how this commercial is promoting bi-racial families. as a child coming from a bi-racial family i’m actually astonished and disgusted. it’s 20 fucking 13 people, get a grip.
you know, for as much evil and violence and sadness as there is in humanity, there is also such great awesomeness
like i mean shit
humans invented a pen which changes color depending on what you scan with it
they invented little pads where you could move a pencil-shaped device and it makes art show up on a screen where everything is made of little tiny blocks which appear thanks to electricity being sent through liquid crystal, each encoded by ones and zeroes
they invented devices which can bring a digital form into reality, a technology which can print fully formed tools
people who can’t see or hear can get devices which help restore sight and hearing, bionic body parts are being made which do not just replace a lost limb but are able to move by way of brainwaves and the firing of neurons and, hell, they’re even finding ways to give these parts a sense of touch
there are airplanes. giant metal tubes with small metal triangles, which hold people. they FLY. some of them can even land on water.
we have small rectangular computing devices which can call and send messages and contact anyone at any time and give us access to a vast pool of information.
mankind itself has assembled a pool of knowledge. the internet exists. so much knowledge from humanity has been placed here. there is so much we could learn if only we take the time to look.
i don’t care how horrible mankind seems. i don’t care how stupid some people are or how ignorant they can be. i won’t write the world off, because people and the technology they’ve invented have made some fucking miracles work.
two millennials are barreling towards adulthood at 95 miles per hour. one of them has been coated with the most extravagant paint money can buy, but their steering apparatus is locked up until that coat’s paid off; the other’s breaks have been ripped out mid-trip, the thief yelling, “what, did you think you were entitled to these?” over their shoulder. half the tracks have been torn away to build second, third, and fifth garages for trains that are no longer running. solve for x.
tell me again how the song goes — i’m so inadequate i might forget. if we’re not informed enough then we’re apathetic morons, but if we’re too informed we’re oversensitive reactionaries; if we think we deserve more then we’re narcissistic cutthroats, but if we’re happy where we are then we’re passionless layabouts. if we’re making money then we’re materialistic automatons who only care about stuff and don’t value the important things in life, but if we’re broke then we’re disgusting, spoiled children who expect everything in life to be a handout. if we spend too much time with technology then we’re antisocial, soulless zombies who spell the end for human interaction as we know it, but if we spend too much time together we’re a dangerous, unstable element who should get real jobs already. we’re a disgrace; we’re a embarrassment; we’re a mistake; we’re a disappointment; we’re not what you wanted, however you slice it, and all of it’s our fault, right? right? oh, god, am i getting the melody wrong?
here’s what i propose, everyone who wants to open their twenty-four-hour news cycles or their pork-barrel mouths, who wants to use their filthy fucking hands to tear this generation a new one: you try it. you come up with a picture of the generation you seem to want: one that’s neither apathetic nor engaged, one that’s neither ambitious nor content, one that’s neither rich nor poor, one that’s neither technologically connected nor interpersonally involved. don’t forget to factor in the variables — the years of economic instability; the globalization of everything from communication to art; the hugely stratified individual experiences we’ve had based on things like race, sexuality, gender, and socioeconomics, on things that come with whole histories of systemic bullshit; the overwhelming burden of student debt that so many of us face; the fact that hindsight is 20/20. you write the formula for the millennial that will shut you the fuck up about all the things we should be and aren’t, about all the ways we’ve failed you, and then you bring it to me. i promise you, i will try it. anything for a little peace and quiet, right? anything to stop hearing it everywhere i go: that voice saying that, at twenty-three, i might already have flunked out of life.
(both millennials crash, spectacularly and yelling for help, into the station that never built a platform for them to pull into. onlookers stand by and shake their heads, wondering about the deplorable state of trains today. that’s what happens when nobody does the fucking math.)
give me my narratives about powerful woman-heroes, unapologetic woman-destroyers, women who are good and kind, women who are bright and bubbly, women who are crushed by the weight of their ghosts, women who do not fight but who take names in their own kinds of battle
give me diverse women in your story or go home
one time my older sister went on a trip to africa for her college and they went to a really rural village and all the really young kids were scared of her because they had never seen a white person before and they thought she was a ghost and they couldn’t convince them otherwise so every time she entered a room they’d start screaming
in 7th grade we had this german teacher who immigrated to america from Germany about 23 years ago and one guy in my class thought it would be funny to ask him “Hey, because you’re german does that make you a Nazi?” and in a very thick german accent he replies “Hey, because you’re a white american boy, does that make you a slaveholder?” and the kid never tried to be funny in that class again