#like guessing Mexican is statistically a good guess | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

losinqminds · 3 months

Text

( taylor zakhar perez, cis man, he/him ) — just announced, SANTIAGO VIDAL has been cast as JOEY TREVINO in the upcoming FRIENDS reboot. the twenty eight year old is trending as people are debating if the diving headfirst when you decide to take the leap of faith, backlog of unanswered texts and ignored phone alarms, opening your mouth before your mind can catch up, drinking cheap beers in the nosebleed seats at the hockey game, the looming fear of missing out that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them sanguine, but internet trolls think they’re more impulsive. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about how five thousand people watched their face reveal live on twitch will let people to know them better.

statistics.

name : santiago vidal. nickname : nine out of ten times goes by santi. age : twenty eight. birthday : 26 may 1995. zodiac sign : gemini. gender : cis man. sexual orientation : bisexual. place of birth : butler, pennsylvania. current residence : los angeles, california. traits : sanguine, impulsive, curious, tactless, affectionate, gregarious, undependable, charismatic, scatterbrained. likes : the unexpected, public displays of affection, having a full agenda, saying yes, the pittsburgh penguins, his family's mexican food, the thrill of trying new things, the outdoors, hockey, the colour yellow, proving yourself, coffee, social media. dislikes : sitting still, not being (good) enough, overthinking, being alone, serious conversations, awkward silences, small enclosed spaces.

background.

— born and raised as the middle child in a boisterous family of seven, in a town close to pittsburgh. his parents owned a mexican restaurant downtown, a bit of a hole in the wall but with a rather hardcore customer base. they claim the birria is to die for. santi would agree. — had a close knit family unit in the region, with regular family gatherings including more cousins than you could count on both your hands. the entire family were hardcore sports fans, and so santi grew up sporting the yellow and black of the penguins from the moment he could walk. — as a kid, you could find him with skates on his feet more often than not. he was quite the busy bee, the word no not being part of his vocabulary alongside maintaining rather impressive stats as a winger and keeping up his grades. at eighteen, he was recruited by cornell university on a hockey scholarship. — whereas he used to skate through life, the college experience was undeniably harder. stacks of homework, early morning practice and a constant fear of missing out proved to be a disastrous cocktail. by his sophomore year, mediocre performance made it clear he wasn't cut out for the nhl and although he continued to play, his focus began to shift more and more towards his degree. — around this time, santiago created his twitch account where he began hosting study with me streams. he needed a way to hold himself accountable, but it helped others in the process. study breaks turned into full blown conversations, and handfuls of viewers turned into hundreds. his streams started out as faceless, but a curious audience convinced him to start showing his face. it might have had something to do with a fair few people falling head over heels with the mysterious, deep voice. — his evergrowing audience made it easy to continue streaming full time after graduation. study streams turned into weekly catch ups and gaming streams, movie watchalongs and commentaries. in the span of a few years, his social media accounts amassed half a million followers and made him a household name in the world of social media personalities.

— his sudden career change still came as a surprise, to himself as much as the rest of the world. being an out and proud bisexual mexican-american, he became a popular fancast for alexander claremont-diaz in red, white & royal blue. the casting directors hadn't overlooked it, as they invited him to audition. after multiple audition rounds, chemistry reads and neverending meetings with his management, he was offered the role. maybe becoming an actor with zero experience would be a gamble, but he felt rather lucky and approached the situation with a healthy (?) dose of confidence. — playing alex in the adaptation wasn't a decision he needed to think twice about. he recognized a lot of himself in alex, from being a queer latino to his impulsivity and the tendency to let his mouth run. throughout the experience, the character became as meaningful to him as he was to others. and he felt honoured to be their source of representation, and inspiration. — the unexpectedly positive response to his acting debut opened more doors. only months later, he was announced as joey in the reboot of friends. but suddenly he was playing a role. with less personal attachment and connection, and recognizing less of himself in the character he was playing, he was suddenly faced with just what it really meant to be an actor. — the experience is new, and at times uncomfortable. he never imagined himself in his current position, and hasn't ever felt as much like a fish out of the water as right now. now entering a territory where his career is a make or break, everything depends on the next few months. maybe his deepest fears will come true, being exposed as nothing but a fraud and an e list star forcing their way into the spotlight. maybe he'll decide he doesn't care for acting much, fade back into obscurity from the mainstream. and maybe this is what kickstarts an entirely new career.

post credits.

FILMS. — 2021: red, white and royal blue as alex claremont-diaz TV SHOWS. — 2022 to present: friends as joey trevino

wanted connections.

because i am woefully unprepared for this part and santiago is a brand new character, i'll be focusing on plotting any type of connections (positive or negative, and platonic or romantic) in direct messages. through brainstorming, i will throw some suggestions at you based on how i think santiago would mesh with your muse(s). below there will still be a list of specific wanted connections i am looking for, which i'll continue to update throughout. if this is something you're interested in, please do let me know and i would love to chat more about it! — roommates: santi would've auditioned for red, white & royal blue when he was still living in the northeast. your muse would have offered him a couch to crash on during the audition process, but it turned into an unspoken roommate agreement. it has been years. he is now moved into the spare bedroom, he has his own set of keys, is paying rent and the two grew thick as thieves. — enemies: this muse would've watched santi get handed everything, while they worked their ass off all their life to have their career. maybe they feel threatened, maybe they are envious, maybe they believe he doesn't deserve what he has. either way, the two don't get along at all.

#╰ * santiago vidal : ⧽ about .#2000s.intro

5 notes · View notes

theirstcry · 2 years

Text

Hazel Suri Jimenez

⛱️ guess who i just saw at BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE? HAZEL JIMENEZ! don’t they look good for 40 years old? they arrived 5 WEEKS ago and are planning to stay INDEFINITELY. they ARE A STORE OWNER OF BOWS AND LACE BOUTIQUE. so far they LIKE the people of elmerton. ⛱️

STATISTICS

First Name: Hazel

Middle Name: Suri

Last Name: Jimenez

Age: 40

Birth Date: 8/24/1981 / August 24th, 1981

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Romantic Orientation: biromantic

Marital Status: divorced

Ethnicity: white/mexican/indian

Nationality: American

Religious Identity: agnostic

Positive Trait: adaptable, adventurous, compassionate

Negative Trait: calculating, submissive, stubborn

BIO / SUMMARY

She grew up in a rich family, her father inherited his business from his father. She always wanted to own and run the business. She thought it would be possible because she is the oldest, but her parents believe in traditional roles and did not think she should be the one to run it. They plan to pass down the family business to their second oldest, their son. This broke her heart, she always followed her father around and learned about his business and how it all works.

She had her rebellious stage when she left for college. She stayed vague whenever her parents called for updates about her life. But she was doing everything she knew they would disapprove of. She had plan to never return home, but that didn't work out as planned. Her boyfriend at the time was also from her hometown, and what coincidence he also a part of a family that has a business. But unlike her, his family business was going to be passed down to him. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t plan on returning home either until his father passed, which pushed his decision on moving back home and taking over the business.

Hazel went back with her boyfriend, who turned into fiancé and then husband. They went through their arguments and disagreements, but she stay by his side and supported him. She even helped him with his business since he never took anything serious when his father was trying to teach him how to run the business. But lucky for him, she knew how. To a degree, he was helping her live her dream through him. They end up having two girls together. Not as early as her parents, and his mother wants, but they both agreed to wait until a later time when he was settle into his role and she had made a career for herself.

Hazel and her husband divorced because she found out he was cheating on her. She didn’t file when she discovered he was cheating. She waited until she had everything planned. When she had her money all secured, her business secured, and her revenge plan. Her husband solely relies on her to run his business. This has caused her to keep her business small, but she didn’t mind because everything in their life run smoothly when it worked that way. She did most of the work and he signed whatever she needed him to sign. While she got him to sign things for his business, like any normal day, she also got him to sign his business to her.

She filed for divorce, and lucky for her their prenup had an infidelity clause. Let’s just say the divorce and prenup was definitely pricey for her ex-husband. He was not aware yet that that he had sign over his business since she allowed him to act as if he was still in charge. He tried to get her to stay, not for love but for his business. Her parents wanted her to stay because this was the ideal marriage that allowed both families to benefit from each other business. His mother didn’t want her to divorce for the same reason as her parents. All the guilt tripping and manipulation was not worth her keeping his business. So, she decided to sell it. Her taking over his business was her original revenge plan, but selling it worked to. Nothing like starting her own business.

She got a B&B to stay in as the divorce was going. She had plan where she was going to move and where her new business was going to be. Once the divorce was over she started her project. While she was in New York, she had her business be built in Elmerton, Florida. It’s not an idea most would have to start a business but she wanted a fresh start, far away from her parents and her ex-husband. She stayed until the girls finished the school year. Once they were done she moved to Florida, looking over last detail for business before opening it.

Ideally, she wanted full custody of her girls, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair to not allow them to have a relationship with their father. For the summer the girls get to stay with him, but during the school year they will be staying with her in Florida.

EXTRAS

Subplot: blended families - MUSE O

The girls: Alondra (12) & Iliana (10)

#fortyintro #♥ 》 about. ( hazel )

4 notes · View notes

combustion-man · 3 years

Text

One trope that super annoys me in a lot of tv shows (mostly) and movies (not as often) of the past idk decade or so is when some white character experiences an Accidentally Racist Moment and assumes the Latine* cast representative is Mexican, and is rudely corrected that “I’m not Mexican, I’m [insert any other LatAm ethnicity]” and the white person has to backtrack

I’m not mad bc of the correction or representation of other Latin American ethnicities. I think it’s really great and important to highlight different cultures from the whole Latin American region, there’s a HUGE range of diversity in culture and language and food and customs that most definitely need to be represented and explored in American media.

My problem is this happens to almost every nice, fun, personable, well rounded character. Which leaves the only Mexican representation to be cartel, coyotes, and undocumented migrants/domestic workers. Again, these stories can be super important to tell and represent (if done correctly which honestly I have seen very very few times, at least in more Hollywood/studio productions)

Also often the character correcting the white people are offended at the idea of being Mexican. It’s implying “how rude of you to just assume I’m Mexican, you racist!” Bruh if they’re racist against Mexicans they’re racist against you too, you just caught them off guard

Idk in general I just want this post to be calling for better Latine rep and especially Mexican rep. And like, Latines of all colors, we got light skinned folks and black folks. We have the range darling, it’s time we showed off

* Latine (LAH-teen-ey) is being used here rather than Latinx or Latin@ for:

1. Gender neutral language that also includes non-binary Latin American folks

2. Speakability for Spanish speakers; “Latinx” (or so I recall) was meant to be a figurative placeholder in writing until a better option was found (we found it!) and while in English it’s fairly easy to adapt to “Latinx” in speech, it does not work well for Spanish speakers, and has no way of translating into other gendered vocabulary or work as a usable word in speech. “X” as a letter is pronounced differently in Spanish, and simply just cannot lingually exist well at the end of a word to

#I’m gonna bring back nightblogging and it’s gonna be me posting essays at 1am #it’s so annoying watching something bc i know it has some good latine rep and I just once want them to be Mexican #and they’re all enjoyable shows and I don’t want to negate them bc they are adding something good!#but like y’all are using PR actresses to be Cuban or Mexican actresses to be Honduran or whatever tf #like they’re coming from all sorts of places it’s not a stretch to throw in some Mexican rep #also the Big Stat is that the latine pop in the US is the second highest demographic #and within that guess which LA country has the highest pop in the US #surprise we share a land border with them it’s ¡México!#like guessing Mexican is statistically a good guess #I’m Mexican and grew up in SoCal and just assumed all the latine peers I had were Mexican unless I knew otherwise #just once I wanna see a family party for like thanksgiving with the normal food and #huge plates of carne and pollo asada and tacos and salsa that one aunt made too hot for even most of the fam but your dad can handle it #and like meeting a new person when you’re 24 at a party and somehow that’s your cousin apparently #Mexican stories don’t need to be sad sob stories or day of the dead stories #oh god I forgot about coco #and book of life #but there’s more to Mexican culture than day of the dead and undocumented immigration #Allison night logs #apparently

17 notes · View notes

teddy06writes · 3 years

Text

A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this.

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile.

“Good morning, (y/n).”

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed.

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room.

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?”

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes.

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side.

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed.

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in.

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block.

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him.

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk.

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.”

“You say that everyday!” He laughed.

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed.

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-”

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off.

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!”

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.”

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math.

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang.

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds.

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained.

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?”

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?”

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.”

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled.

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.”

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.”

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil.

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.”

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled.

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem.

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!”

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?”

“Oh no chance.”

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab.

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally.

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried.

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.”

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!”

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it.

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again.

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!”

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.”

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam.

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo.

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room.

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one).

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered.

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.”

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables.

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed.

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets.

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!”

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!”

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!”

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind.

~~ English: Mr. NotFound

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music, you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in.

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing.

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period.

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated.

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class.

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen.

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered.

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said.

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out.

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said.

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.”

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!”

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon.

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best.

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together.

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions.

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!”

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.”

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made.

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters.

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed.

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen.

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?”

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed.

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?”

#mcyt x reader #platonic!mcyt x reader #minors gang #teddy06 writes #teddy06

237 notes · View notes

pokefarm-q · 3 years

Text

firewolf1117 refuckingceipts (it's all been removed now but people archived it)

this bitch:

When you say “All Cops are”, here’s what you’re really saying:

All Blacks are Criminals All Mexicans are Illegal All Americans are stupid, fat, and lazy All Rape Victims are liars All Suicide Posters are Attention Seekers All Muslims are Terrorists All LGBT deserve to die

Are you outraged yet? GOOD.It means I touched a nerve.

You would never, ever, EVER say those things about those groups of people because you KNOW that it’s not true, even in the slightest. There are so very very FEW Cops who are actually corrupt and using their power and position inappropriately.

So what gives you the right to say the same about cops? COPS! Who are practically SOLDIERS! EVERY DAY their family lives with the fear that they won’t return. EVERY DAY they put their lives in danger to PROTECT you! They, as a whole, deserve your RESPECT!!! MOST ALL “Brutality” cases are from the CRIMINAL fighting, disrespecting, grabbing a weapon, etc. If you’d just COOPERATE AND BE RESPECTFUL you’d be treated FAIRLY!! Cops don’t have the time to sort things out. Their snap second decisions PROTECT them AND nearby Civilians. You can’t possibly understand the FEAR AND TERROR they hold EVERY SECOND of EVERY DAY! So don’t you DARE judge them for mistakes.

and here’s the response of one brave user, this legend, this badass mofo, who replied to their bullshittery and got banned for a day for posting in the whiny crybaby bitch’s journal without permission:

Replying to this, because FireWolf1117 is intentionally spreading misinformation and hate. I don’t care if the staff is going to tell me off for this — for once, I care a little more about setting this right than following the Journal rule.

First of all, United States cops are legally not required to save civilians. It’s not considered unconstitutional, according to the case Warren v. District of Columbia (444 A.2d. 1, D.C. Ct. of Ap. 1981). To keep it short, cops can literally see crimes being committed and decide not to intervene if they feel like it. This has been quite common among police departments if you (objectively) compare the police’s actions during BLM protests and anti-lockdown protests.

Anyways, let’s get to your generalizing logic. I have to agree with you on one thing: generalizing is bad. No group should be generalized because of some rotten apples. However, this doesn’t count for cops. Here’s why not:

The police force isn’t a marginalized group. A police officer is a profession. A job. Cops are public servants. They work for the state, for the civilians. And that’s why they need to be held accountable for any misconduct they commit. Which is, unfortunately, is objectively not the case. According to statistics from https://mappingpoliceviolence.org, 99% of United States cops who have killed citizens have not been criminally charged, because police departments literally protect officers from getting tried. Of the 750+ shootings done by police this year, only four cops are getting tried. So much for “there are only a few corrupt ones”. Black people are also way less likely to carry a weapon compared to White people, while Black people get shot by cops thrice as likely.

What’s more, because the police force is a profession, people can quit being a police officer. This doesn’t count for most of the groups you mentioned: Black people can’t stop being Black, Mexican people can’t stop being Mexican, Americans can’t stop being American (also you including Americans kinda makes you look embarrassing lol no offense), rape victims can’t be ‘unraped’, Muslims (or even just Arabs in general) can’t stop being perceived as Muslims (even Sikhs get seen as Muslims nowadays…) and LGBTI+ people can’t stop being LGBTI+ (unless they discover they’re not). Police officers can literally take their uniform off and be perceived as normal human beings. As soon as they are on duty and take on their uniform, a huge responsibility awaits them. A responsibility that has been abused by them to the point that marginalized people will hesitate before calling the police, fearing that the police will either come too late or escalate the situation. Cops aren’t endangering their own lives. They’re endangering the lives of those they’re supposed to protect. No good person would shoot a man in his back SEVEN times for being 'aggressive’. No good person who claims to protect and serve would kneel on someone’s neck for eight minutes while that person was cooperating with them. No good person would shoot a completely innocent woman in her sleep because they raided the wrong house. (BTW, Breonna Taylor’s murderers are still walking free as if nothing happened.) No good person would shoot a 12-year-old kid for having a toy gun. No good person would kill a man in his car for… picking up his ID to show it to the cop. Just because you cooperate, doesn’t mean that you’re safe.

Your logic is clearly flawed, because you judge cops on their personality, and not on the bigger picture. All cops are “bastards” not because we see all of them are evil killing machines that shoot people on sight — it’s because they contribute to an oppressive system, whether it’s directly or indirectly. It’s more than 'just a few cops’: the government wants bad laws to be enforced, the prison system is getting used as a business model, minorities are forced to live in poor socioeconomic areas on purpose BY the government, gentrification exists, multi billionnaires are exploiting low-class working people even more, there’s a damn pandemic that’s not being taken seriously… And guess who’s at the front of keeping the fragile capitalist system intact? Right. The police. The face of the government, that’s laughing at Black people, people of color, disabled people, LGBTI+ people… No good cop exists, even if they’re nice to everyone. Good cops who speak out against the abuse of other cops get fired, because the police departments don’t want the truth to be exposed. If you truly want to be someone who saves people’s lives, then stop being a cop and get a better job, like a firefighter, an EMT, a psychologist… Anything that isn’t completely corrupted.

Even during the recent BLM protests, cops are showing off their power. They escalate situations without provocation more times than BLM protesters start shit. Also cops are committing literal war crimes by using tear gas and other chemicals against civilians (IT GOES AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION FOR FUCK’S SAKE). Not so protective now, aren’t they? The only thing BLM protesters have hurt are cops’ ego. Trust me, protesters being a little mean to cops won’t ever be as bad as all the innocent lives cops have taken and covered up.

I want to go on forever, because I have a lot more to say (such as why “All Lives Matter” is reactionary and racist, how the police force was formed in the first place, how the effects of slavery and colonialism are still being felt by Black people to this day, how and why 'riots’ can be 'justified’), but I’ll leave it at this. At least I got to give counterarguments to your points. Take care and educate yourself! (Tip: stop watching FOX News and Infowars if you do that, you’re going to develop brainrot! ;__;)

ladies and gentleman of the jury, as you can see, this user not only came into this argument prepared, but they were civil and had links (that aren’t links now oop soz). they gave this bitch plenty of opportunity to learn and grow from this without attacking her.

but your bet your ASS the poor little white girl went crying to her daddy about people ATTACKING HER and BULLYING HER FOR HER OPINIONS!!!! she uses her anxiety as a get out of jail free card CONSTANTLY, bitching and moaning about how, and these are directly quoting from HER own journal:

MAY 29, 2020

I log in to this game to have fun and escape the stresses and problems of real life. I do NOT want to be going about my business, and see “BLM” in someone’s Trainer Card, and have to deal with a surge of overwhelming emotions (whether positive or negative). I simply cannot handle the Anxiety that results.

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site. I understand you want to talk about them, and that’s fine. But out of respect for people like me, can you please do so in private with the people you know WANT to see and discuss it?

just admit you’re racist dude.

She uses CSS. SHE CAN FUCKING HIDE OTHER PEOPLE’S FUCKING CARDS. PEOPLE CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE ON THEIR OWN DAMN PAGES. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

Also! You know she only put “whether positive or negative” to quell any hate she might’ve gotten because ANXIETY is usually not a positive emotion. There’s not even a positive CONNOTATION. and she hopes to be published by the end of the year lmfao yeah right.

and then, on JUNE 16, 2020:

I WAS going to make a post in response to the most recent announcement, but now I’m just too frazzled and upset about it. Still making a post. I’ll just be posting it off site so I can say things how I want to say them, and so I don’t have any in game repercussions.

Honestly, though. I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!! Because of this “decision”, I’m going to make one of my own. I am gone from this site until current affairs are resolved. Heck. Perhaps even after. I will NOT be a part of a site that allows…Ugh. NOT going to get into this here.

but like… she came back a month later lmao

OH AND!! Earlier this month on AUGUST 6, 2020 she posted this!

It really breaks my heart seeing derogatory remarks against Cops in people’s Trainer Cards. It’s upsetting that you feel that way, and even more so that you make your hatred so vehemently known.

Personally, I don’t know why any of those Cop comments are allowed. If someone had something in their Trainer Card against Religion, LGBT, or POC, I guarantee that statement would be removed. So why is it alright for people to make hateful, vile, disgusting remarks against Cops? Despite it being someone’s personal opinion, it’s still Hate Speech, and shouldn’t be allowed.

this bitch is part of the lgbt+ community. she’s part of a marginalized group.

The “"derogatory remarks”“ she’s talking about? #AllCopsAreComplicit #CopsStinky #AllCopsSuck

which brings us back to Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen! Her equating #AllCopsAreComplicit and #CopsSTINKY to "All LGBT deserve to die” and a Shitton of other stereotypes. Well fucking done.

Despite bitching and moaning about I DONT WANNA SEE ANYTHING, despite there being ways she can fucking hide it HER DAMN SELF she chooses instead to bitch piss moan bitch piss moan bitch piss and fucking moan and then when someone calls her out on her genuinely harmful bullshit, pulls the wounded gazelle gambit, claims she’s being attacked, and puts in her Card that “anxiety attack! again! waaaah!” like anyone has a shred of sympathy left for her ugly ass. She can’t handle looking like the bad guy so she plays the anxiety card. She bitches about never having any friends, only depression and anxiety, and it’s like bitch no fucking wonder.

Both the top posts have been taken down, but the user who responded to her has gotten nothing but love for her mad courage in saying something when no one else dared.

Firefurrywolf made a halfassed apology (August 30, 2020) which I won’t go into but there is one line that sticks out to me because it’s such a goddamn lie:

When I state my opinion, I usually do so with grace and eloquence. I did not think about my actions this time.

… do you?

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site.

Do you… really?

I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!!

I don’t think so. You vile, disgusting, manipulative, obnoxious, PRETENTIOUS, racist, terfy bitch.

Oh, before I forget, yeah. Terf. She looks like one too. All over her insta. Gross.

NOVEMBER 19, 2019

My response to a LGBT post in one of my writing groups.

I don’t know most of these terms within the community. Don’t really care to know either, cause your preferences won’t change my feelings about who you are. I probably should, though, cause the Its and Xes really confuse me.

I knew I was a Demi-Ace for a few years. I’ve also known that I was Poly since I was early teens. But I’m also attracted to beauty and care more about who you are as a person than your preferences, so apparently I’m Panaesthetic as well?

Also firm believer of “True Love Knows NO Bounds”

Her journal got moved to 18+ because there was a post talking about sex. Might’ve even been alluding to rape. On a CHILDREN’S SITE. In her CHILD-FRIENDLY journal. It sat there for at least two months. TWO MONTHS. But I will not be posting that here, but it’s still there if anyone wants to snoop. All of this is public. Well, it was. But at least minors won’t be exposed to this histrionic little whiny whitey who is absolutely drowning in her white privilege.

Just because she changed her pfp from her face to a shitty drawing she did doesn’t hide the fact that she’s white, and the worst kind of person with little to no actual coping skills.

She claims to be an artist, a writer, all this, blah blah, but then why doesn’t she channel any of it into her work so she can get fucking better at them? She says she’s working on losing weight, so do that. Instead of shrieking and stomping your fucking feet like a toddler at the peak of their terrible two’s, throwing tantrum after fucking tantrum on a CHILDREN’S SITE about your shitty stances, go for a fucking walk. Punch a fucking punching bag. Literally anything else. You’ll feel better, you’ll lose weight faster, you’d be keeping your vitriol to your damn self and no one will “attack” you.

“Are you ourtraged yet? GOOD. It means I touched a nerve!”

She fucking wanted a reaction. But couldn’t handle it when she actually got one. I’m so embarrassed. Grow some fucking thicker skin, you’re older than I am. Grow a pair and shut the goddamn FUCK up.

For now, the evil is defeated, and I rest my fucking case.

#this is a nice archive #pokefarm #pfq #pokefarm drama #submission

10 notes · View notes

bonesgadh · 4 years

Text

Each finalist’s pros, cons and key to winning the crown according to yours trully:

Jaida Essence Hall

Pros:

Talent

Jaida is an amazing performer, she dances, she sells her act, she is a very good designer and seamstress, she is polished, funny and overall a very complete queen. Most pageant queens who have been on the show are one-note queens, which is not Jaida’s case. Her looks are always on fucking point and she is simply gorgeous. There’s nothing else I can say about Jaida that hasn’t been said already.

Record

Only Gigi had a better track record than Jaida. She won three challenges and although she was in the bottom two once, she was always a good and strong contender.

Consistency

Gigi had a strong start but fell flat and Crystal woke up during the second half of the season, but Jaida was always a good queen (except for the second-to-last challenge). She didn’t really get a chance to put herself in the frontrunner position during the first half of the season because Gigi was dominating the competition, but she was patient and it paid off. It’s true that she failed at the one-woman show, but she quickly recovered and she proved it had been nothing but a slip. Ru likes stability, which can help Jaida’s chances.

Public image

Jaida is a very popular queen amongst her fellow queens and fans. She is charismatic, she has a likeable persona, she is an activist, she stands for diferent causes, and an altruistic queen is always a very good choice for a winner.

Cons:

Uniqueness

Although Jaida is a very talented queen her main style is something we have seen before, and one of the things Ru looks after in her winners is uniqueness, so that could play against her.

Relatively slow start

Jaida won episode two, and after that she kind of fell into the background. Sh*rry P*e and Gigi won the next five challenges and Gigi’s domain of the competition didn’t allow for anybody else to shine, including Jaida. Her presence didn’t feel that much until after episode 8, when she started to win again.

Age

Ru is known for choosing young queens as winners. Raja and Bianca are the only queens above 30 to have won the competition, and that was because they were something else. Jaida is 32, which statistically speaking can affect her.

Snatch game performance

With the exception of Bebe (there was no Snatch Game in S1), Tyra (who had inmunity), Yvie (who was in the bottom two) and Violet (who was safe), every other winner has placed either high (Raja, Sharon, Bianca and Sasha) or has won the Snatch Game (Jinkx, Bob and Aquaria). Jaida’s impersonation wasn’t bad but it wasn’t memorable either.

Gigi Goode (honestly I don’t think Gigi stands a chance after her fuck up from yesterday. Not a single one. Even if her performance is flawless there’s no way Ru will crown her)

Pros:

Strong start

From the moment she entered the werk room you could see there was something special with her and with three main challenge wins by episode 8 she was the obvious frontrunner. At that point, you didn’t imagine any other queen taking the crown away from her.

Versatility

Gigi is a very versatile queen, which is not very common. She is a skilled seamstress, she serves looks, she sings, she acts, she dances and she is an amazing performer. Her win in the Snatch Game proved she is quick-thinking and can be goofy, her win in the Ball challenge showed she is creative and skilled and she also did very well during the improv/acting challenges (World’s Worst and Gay’s Anatomy), which proves she is not a one-trick dog.

Challenges won

She won the Snatch Game which usually serves as the turning point of the season; it can either propel you to a frontrunner position or send you straight to the bottom. Like I mentioned above with Jaida, winners historically do good at the SG. She also won the Ball, another challenge winners have won (Bebe, Tyra, Sharon, Violet and Aquaria all won the Ball and, if you ask me, Bianca should have won it too).

On the other hand, no winner has ever won the Rusical/Lip sync extravaganza.

Performance skills

Although she didn’t have to lip-sync for her life she could benefit from the lip-sync for the crown format because she won two Rusicals and came very close to winning a third one, which proves she knows how to sell an act. Also she has already performed at the Werq The World Tour so she has an advantage when it comes to lip-syncing from her home.

Track record

Gigi has one of the finest records in Drag Race herstory. She won four challenges, a remarkable feature since she is only the third queen to achieve it (after Sharon Needles and Shea Couleé). However, contrary to Sharon and Shea, Gigi never placed in the bottom two—and Shea shared two of her wins with Sasha—. Tyra, Bianca, Violet, Sasha and Aquaria won their season without having to lip sync for their lives.

She rises up to the challenge

Gigi admitted she was not a particularly good dancer and struggled whenever she had to perform in a dancing challenge, but she delivered and excelled at them. Also during the Madonna Rusical she wanted to be cone bra Madonna but she gave up the part and still won the motherfucking challenge. I hate it when queens who don’t get their way just complain and throw tantrums and come up with excuses to justify why they did bad in the challenge, but she simply trusted herself and did and excellent job.

Age

When picking the season’s winner, Ru leans towards younger queens. Except for Raja (36) and Bianca (38) every single winner won their season when they were less than 30 years old, and Tyra (21), Jinkx (25), Violet (21), Aquaria (21) and Yvie (25) were 25 or younger. Gigi is 22, which gives her a slight advantage against Crystal (29) and Jaida (32).

Cons:

That tweet and the controversy that came with it

For those of you who didn’t hear, yesterday relatively early in the morning Gigi tweeted about her excitement for the season 12 finale and she literally used the words: “I can’t breathe”, which was a horrible thing given the murder of George Floyd.

Now here’s the thing: Gigi did what she did because she clearly had no idea of what had happened, which is worse than the tweet itself if you ask me. But then she comes with a long-ass statement to adress the issue and she only digged herself into a deeper hole. As a mexican woman I have experienced racism and I hate it when people just look the other way because they are acting from their own privilege, the privilege of knowing that the decision made by those in power won’t affect them, but the rest of us can’t afford to shut everything out or to blame it on our anxiety.

Political issues were a big thing this season and the truth is you can’t aspire to become America’s Next Drag Superstar, a title that demands you to be politically and socially aware, and come up with excuses like: “oh, I don’t get into politics because I find them awful.” Gurl, when Aquaria came to Mexico a day after being crowned and I was lucky enough to see her, she adressed the presidential election that was happening the next day and threw shade at her own country. She had no reason to know there was going to be an election but she encouraged us all to vote because we needed our voice to be heard. She was the same age Gigi is today and she was never in the need to use the anxiety card to justify her political ignorance, and although she has also screwed up many times before she has tried to educate herself because she is aware of her privilege, and I respect her for that.

I’m very sorry for Gigi, I’m pretty sure she ruined her chances of winning which is a shame because I don’t think she is either a racist or the devil with human form, she made a terrible mistake and I hope she learns from this and bounces back. She owes it to her fans and to herself to do better next time.

Lost momentum

By episode 8 she had won three challenges but things went south for her after that, which allowed other queens to rise (especially Crystal and Jaida). She went from a 10 to a 6.5 in three episodes and it was painful to watch, and although she bounced back to win the final challenge the truth is she lost a ton of momentum, which can really hurt you during a competition as tough as Drag Race. You can’t allow yourself to lower your guard.

Uniqueness

Just like Jaida she is not a particularly unique queen, and one of the things Ru looks after in her winners is uniqueness. Although she is very versatile, her main style is something we have seen before. Personally she reminds me of Aquaria, although if you ask me—and here’s where a probably unpopular opinion quicks in—Gigi has a wider range than her. There are also traces of Raja and Violet, so that could play against her.

Self-sabotage

Gigi showed she can laugh at herself and be goofy, and given her good performances at the improv challenges and the snatch game I was surprised to see her fail the way she did at the commercial and debate challenges. Her performance at the one-woman show was “fine” and her make over challenge was mediocre, which is kind of unforgivable for a look queen because you expect them to excel. Sometimes it seemed as if she was trying too hard, but my guess is after performing so well she thought Ru and the judges wanted more, and her fear of failing is what brought her to fail. She chose to put her silly side aside, completely forgetting Ru likes it when queens just let go and have a good time.

Crystal Methyd: She needs to bring her A+ game to the lip syncs. If she manages to channelize her charm and uniqueness into friday’s performance then watch out, because it won’t matter if she is not as polished as Gigi and Jaida. Ru will choose a queen with a heart over a pretty face, as long as said queen gives her all.

Pros:

Uniqueness

Although her style is similar to other queens, she injects her performances with her own sense of humor and fashion. It is always amazing when a “different” queen does good in the competition and it makes you root for her.

Attitude

Crystal is one of the most kindhearted queens to have ever been on the show. She is likable and has a heart the size of the world and she won over all of us. If there’s one thing I like about Crystal is she enjoys what she is doing and she is obviously having so. much. fun. It is not common for queens to have this approach to the competition.

Growth

No queen grew during the season as much as Crystal did. Period. The glow up she had was just impressive and extremely pleasing to look at and it makes you feel proud of her. She listened to the judge’s critiques without altering what made her unique and Ru likes that. No choice but to stan.

Storyline

I don’t really like it when fans talk about queens getting the “villain edit” or the “winner edit”, what I do think is queens have a storyline because Drag Race is a tv show after all, so you have to be able to see the queens’ journey from start to finish. Having said that, out of the three finalists Crystal has the best storyline. She is the underdog, the queen you thought was going to leave first, and she fought her way to the top against all odds.

Age

Just like I said with Gigi, when picking the season’s winner Ru leans towards younger queens. Crystal is 29, and although she is older than Gigi she is the same age Bebe, Sharon, Bob and Sasha were when they won (okay Bebe was 28 but in order for this to work I’m gonna say they were all the same age).

Cons:

Talent

Like Ru said, charisma and uniqueness can only take you so far. Obviously Crystal is a talented queen (she wouldn’t have reached the top if she weren’t), but objectively speaking I think Jaida and Gigi are on a different level than her. She grew a lot, yes, but with her there’s still room for improvement while both Jaida and Gigi are already excellent. I see her more as the lovely runner-up than as America’s Next Drag Superstar.

Record

In terms of record Crystal is the weakest out of the three queens. She came close to being in the bottom a couple of times, she had to lip sync for her life once and it took her a while to warm up, but once she did she stayed in the top. However, her weak start could play against her.

Odd queen

I doubt Ru will have odd queens winning back-to-back seasons, especially since I think Yvie was a better queen than Crystal.

Snatch Game performance

Tyra and Yvie are the only queens who went on to win their season despite performing poorly at the Snatch Game, and although Crystal didn’t have to lip sync for her life she was in the bottom three.

#team jaida #team gigi #team crystal #jaida essence hall #gigi goode #crystal methyd #rupaul's drag race #rpdr #drag race #rupaul season 12 #rupauls drag race

14 notes · View notes

tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

Text

mtmte liveblog issues 4&5

its delphi time babey

I'm sorry but drift & co look like such fuckin nerds on their scooter things on the cover lmaooo

oh god. seeing the first page just reminded me of how horribly confused i was for this whole little arc the first time i read it. i was like ok, who are all these new characters, and also why does everyone look so similar

anyways now i now what's going on. i love first aid

love the running continuity of rung being the literal only psychologist on cybertron (except for fr*id but that's later). no wonder everyone's fucked up they all have to share a single therapist

ok i find it extremely funny that first aid was demoted from doctor to nurse, as if that's a thing that happens EVER - I mean it'd be one thing if first aid was a nurse practitioner (which i doubt is a position that exists here), at least that demotion would make sense, but like...the doctors i work with don't know how to do most nurse stuff (like BP, cathing, vaccinations, hell even using some of the thermometers - that's all stuff nurses/etc do), so demoting one to a nurse would be a disaster (just like promoting a really good nurse to a doctor would be a bad idea). anyways i know I'm being pedantic but it Be like that when you work in the medical field and read something that has medicine-related stuff in it

i love swerve giving ratchet the tiniest free drink ever lmaooo

is that skids being a rowdy drunk in the bg lmaoooo

unironically i love medical statistics. keep it comin

i love magnus’s giant sternal chestpiece thing. its like a bird’s sternum but without the massive pec muscles attached

i love magnus and rodimus’s dynamic so much

oh pipes....im so sorry but this fun space adventure is going to be not so much fun for you

ratchets ideologies are certainly interesting, and i liked seeing how they changed over the course of the story

drift: why would i be SCARED of the DJD, I've got a SWORD, two swords even,

hvbhajkhfbsdjkf pipes really said ‘oi, you two - what's this, then?’ that's the most british fucking thing, that's literally something i say when I'm doing an overexaggerated british accent, oh my god,

PIPES IS SUCH A TINY DUMBASS. ILY SIR BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

aaaand now you're covered in dead bodies, pipes. look at your life, look at your choices

drift epic sword moments

drift confirmed for the kinda weird guy who has katanas that he uses to like, cut up fruit and water bottles in his backyard while rodimus films him

‘i thought i heard...bickering’ lmaooooo

ah, so its covid

this arc is how i feel working in healthcare lmaooo especially now that i probably have covid

so rewind condensed the entire war into an 11 second long cringe compilation. nice

seeing the mechanical stuff past tailgate’s visor is so cool

poor tailgate, this guy is getting slammed with history from multiple sides. and like, bias is inevitable in ANY sort of recounting of events, especially controversial historical events, so poor tg just kinda has to take it all in and decide who to listen to

that’s...not really how immunity works, guys. also, you shouldn't be exposed to so much disease with proper ppe usage

is there even such thing as ppe in the transformers universe?? there are fluid- and contact-transmitted illnesses, so there SHOULD be

is there even OSHA in this universe??????? unbelievable

first aid, holding a giant fucking claw clamp: we haven't tried EVERYTHING............

first aid read a human wikihow article on how to jumpstart a car and took notes

i love tailgate’s ‘mom says its my turn on the xbox’ pose

tailgate has a point - he’s from pre-war times, where things weren't as grey so of course he would try to divide the two sides into ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys’

CYCLONUS BE NICE DONT HIT UR FUTURE HUSBAND

go get some character development and then maybe you'll feel better

seeing the word quarantine is making me twitchy w/my possible month-long complete isolation quarantine on the horizon

drift pulling his swords on pipes and ratchet pushing down drift’s arms...lmao

poor pipes...even tho this is completely his fault, its still rough

also jesus, pharma and ratchet look so goddamn similar, reading this was so confusing the first time around

drifts idea of subduing pipes involves turning into a cool car and also posing with his sword

also. never gonna be over drift’s massive thighs. jesus man

ooof now drift has the rona. ouch

poor drift, his covid realization is getting overshadowed by pharma being flung around

first aid bustin thru w/the epic medical nipple clamps and some Big Boi Backup

ok that's an epic pre-beatdown speech from fort max right there, daym

im just gonna continue on w/issue 5 now for continuity’s sake. yay!

the cover of tailgate in magnus’s autobot school is so cute

and we open with an incredible shot of fort max str8 up ripping a guy in half. i mean, to be fair, he DID just give an epic speech about how much he was gonna do that, and he certainly followed thru

yeahhhhh, fort max is not doing so well atm

when he puts that dudes head in his chest vent thing and then snaps it shut....man

also i fucking LOVE when their faces are shaded all in black w/only the eyes/mouth fully drawn...fantastic stuff

ratchet: phew i am not equipped to deal w/this level of Fucked Up Mental Trauma. u good m8?

ratchet is already writing up a referral to rung for fort max as this is happening

drift is just laying on the ground dying like, oh hey yeahh I'm still here too

i fucking love when punctuation is drawn in story - like here where first aid has a little ? over his head....fav

ratchet holding drifts hand ;_;

ok tbh ambulon having switched sides 10 yrs ago is wild bc like, 10 years is barely any time for these guys, especially in a war that lasted 4 million years. that would be like a human switching sides in a war like, 3 months before it ends. probably. i sense some math bs, I'm just extrapolating here

all that mexican standoff shit is going down and first aid is just like But That's None Of My Business

ah so ambulon is an asymptomatic carrier

and there's first aid with the save! iconic

pharma calling ratchet ‘buddy’ hbvakjdsbfhkasdf

ooooh i love that they figured it out - and i love that twist, that transforming is what triggers the start of symptoms. remember when drift turned into a cool car? yep

s/o to Ambulon Transformers for helping me in my medical terminology courses, bc now ill always remember: Leg(tm)

also this explanation makes a ton more sense (in universe, at least) than the whole ‘i guess we as medical staff have been exposed to enough Germz that we’re more immune to this or something’ theory

ah, i love the meaningless (to me) alien robot medical jargon

drift and ratchet hhhhhhhhh

‘I'm too wide’ fort max L O R G E

also once again drift is forgotten in favor of a bunch of other dramatic stuff happening vbhjksdfbjhskdf

godddd i love tailgates little flashbacks where we see how Important and Special he is, complete with his ‘bomb disposal’ arm label...augh its so good!

and tailgate’s autopedia page even reflects his lies! like, did tailgate go edit that first thing upon waking up??? seriously, I'm fascinated by tailgate’s meticulous dedication to his fake life

also the fact that ultra magnus believes everything he read on autopedia is amazing lmao

ultra magnus: you think somebody would just go on the internet and tell lies?

fuckgin love magnus’s long ass name/title placard

tailgate hvbahjkdfbjhaskf i mean, he’s gotten the abridged version of everything else, of course he would assume that’d be the case here too...but not on magnus’s watch

magnus cant even say ‘fun’ hvukdasdbjfkjsadf i love my uptight law dad

love rung implying that upon questioning, he would easily divulge a patient’s name and maybe even information about said patient’s treatment while under him....love the disregard for patient confidentiality and hipaa in general

not that hipaa seems to exist here, at least not in a fully realized form

also i mean the above genuinely, i think rung’s tendency towards at least slight malpractice is very interesting

poor red alert....super bad luck that HE was the guy to get roped up in that overlord business

I'm glad that, at the very least, red alert was able to prove that he was Actually hearing something to rung, rather than get brushed off completely

god magnus and tailgate’s interactions are golden

also tg is much more sarcastic/quippy than anyone gives him credit for tbh

‘thought warfare,’ ultra magnus says with complete seriousness. god i fucking love this comic

now i can tell pharma apart from ratchet bc pharma has let his true Petty Bitch nature emerge and you can see it in his expressions

the whole ‘tarn is addicted to transforming’ thing didn't really go anywhere, right? i feel like i noticed that on my second readthru as well

also pharma is such an interesting character given the context of him like, trying to strike a bargain w/the djd to keep them from destroying delphi, but that arrangement inevitably kinda making him lose it as the situation escalates. he’s also just really entertaining bc i feel like he kins the joker or st and probably gets into really heated arguments w/people on twitter about just abt anything

‘sound bomb’ i love this comic

another important facet of pharma’s character becomes clear around this time as well - how he’s really into ratchet. i also choose to read them as awful exes tbh, it makes their dynamic even more entertaining

‘killmaster, with the wand’ is one of my favorite running remarks lmao

also, was killmaster even a character before mtmte? or, if he was, was he an important one? it would crack me up the most if he literally didn't exist at all, but any way you spin it is still funny

ratchet’s tiny humansona facing off against pharma is wild

‘I'm miles from anyone i truly care about’ brutal, ratchet, drift is dying like 2 floors away (im p sure)

SUDDENLY DRIFT IS HERE, ACTUALLY

oh don't worry first aid, that sure isn't the last we’ll be seeing of pharma

so like, did first aid save everyone by posting that data log to his wreckers fan blog or something? lmao love it

i love the pretty fucked up reveal of ratchet having stolen pharma’s hands. like, damn dude.

and that wraps up the delphi arc! our first true ‘arc’ of mtmte, and a fantastic one at that. short and snappy and fresh, with some very clever writing and cool new characters, and a lot of great plot threads to be picked up later. plus, we got to see the beginnings of drift and ratchet’s whole thing (and ratchet and pharmas whole thing). and the lost light gets some much needed extra medical staff, so everyone wins!

well, we’ll see how fort max feels about this all pretty soon.....

#lj rereads mtmte #love me some delphi

1 note · View note

reminiscences · 4 years

Text

another attempt at blogging

i started this tumblr a couple years ago at the same time kate did. i can’t remember why—i’m sure tumblr was in the news again for some reason. i guess it was before the great porn purge. i was talking about blogging again this week with my friend daniel, and i woke up this morning and he had sent me a blog he wrote on a new tumblr account early in the morning, so to continue my regression to the early 2010s, i too have rebooted tumblr, given it an era-appropriate name, and decided to give it another go.

the problem with having a newsletter is that i don’t think anyone wants to hear from me in their inbox daily, so i’ve become very precious about the things i write there. it feels like it has to really matter. i like blogs because they’re disposable and can be dumb and not your best writing. how many two-graf tumblr posts did i write in 2011 that were just thoughts i idly had during a statistics lecture? anyway, here’s the first blog, they won’t all be this long probably.

When I think about eventually looking back at this year I think about what I want to remember from it. I will remember the first week of March. I’ll remember the last birthday party I attended in person at Branch Ofc, a perfectly serviceable Crown Heights bar that was very full of people. I’ll think about that night and how I showed up to the party with a Ziplock full of homemade salted chocolate chip cookies in my purse, how I shared them with a table where the birthday-haver and their friends sat. Breathing in the same air as the four dozen other people crammed into the bar. I can’t imagine it now. I like Branch Ofc because it is unpretentious without pretending to be a dive, unlike Sharlene’s, which tries too hard to mimic the aesthetic trappings of an authentic dive bar but is really just a normal Park Slope bar. Branch Ofc is just a bar where you can buy drinks, and it was an eight-minute walk from my old apartment. It used to be a bar with a photobooth and Big Buck Hunter but I think both of those are gone now.

For a few days in March, it felt like people were preparing for a snow day. Everyone was slightly more on edge than giddy—but only slightly. “WFH but make it a coffeeshop” I saw on someone’s Instagram story, a selfie with four of their friends coworking somewhere in Bushwick, completely nullifying the point of a work-from-home edict. I ran into my friend Maddie at the renovated Key Food on Nostrand the next week. Maddie, her roommate and I were in the aisle with the Pop Tarts and the Oreos. “I feel like I should get those?” we asked each other, pointing at junk food. I wasn’t wearing a mask or gloves; nobody was. Some guy wearing a Cornell University Sigma Chi tshirt walked by us with the largest bag of dried beans I’ve ever seen in my life slung over his shoulder. That was a man who had never soaked dried beans in his life. I wonder if he ever ate the beans. We were a bunch of idiot 20-somethings blindly grabbing for cans of soup and Fritos for the end of the world. What were any of us doing there? Why was it imperative that day that I make and freeze a lasagna? Maddie’s roommate had fresh lasagna noodles from Eataly she wasn’t going to use before she left for her parents’ house, and she said I could have those. She brought them over for me and I idly wondered if you could get Coronavirus from someone else’s fresh pasta noodles or if the heat of the oven would kill the germs. I made my lasagna.

I’ll think about how March-to-May is just one long gray blurry streak in my head. I baked, I got into running, I said “running with a mask? No thank you, no more running for me,” I got a job, I felt bad about getting a job when everyone I knew in journalism was getting laid off. I did a lot of Zoom Zumba. At first I slept terribly, and then I started sleeping too much, and then I stopped sleeping again at some point during that stretch. There was a novelty to suddenly being inside all the time that made it feel like an excuse to get “really into martinis.” I got really into martinis. Then I stopped drinking for a couple months. Remember “Zoom happy hours”?

The thing I use most as a means of setting apart different eras in my head is the music I used as a soundtrack at the time. I rang in the 2014 new year in my cute apartment on Westcott Street in Syracuse with my college boyfriend, drunk and blaring Cold Cave, before we walked down the street to Alto Cinco and got Mexican food and passed out. It was my senior year and I only had a few more months of living like this and I loved the small life I’d built for myself there. Of course, it couldn’t stay. When we broke up a year and a half later after he moved to New York, where I had been living for most of a year, I walked around the neighborhood near the Myrtle-Wyckoff stop, close to where we were living together, listening to Mitski’s 2014 album Bury Me At Makeout Creek. I sat in Maria Hernandez Park and watched a bunch of kids play Red Rover. I didn’t especially want to go home because I hadn’t taken an escape route into account when we broke up and somehow timed it out so that things ended after the first of the month, leaving me with three-and-a-half weeks of continuing to share an apartment with someone whose heart I had just broken. In retrospect it’s clear to me that I had just outgrown a relationship with someone five years older than me who hadn’t grown up at all, but I hear that Mitski album now and all I think about are the cold early April days of 2015 when no place and no person felt like home. There’s a line in First Love/Late Spring, by Mitski, where she sings “胸がはち切れそうで,” which translates to something like “My chest is about to burst (with grief).” My advice to recent college graduates moving to New York is to simply not do anything the way I did it.

So when I think about 2020, I do not want to associate any music I previously had fond memories of with this year. This is unfortunate because every musician I like who produces sad music has nothing but time on their hands now and they’ve all come out with new songs and albums. My recently played selections on Spotify look like a cry for help: Phoebe Bridgers, Bright Eyes, even Tigers Jaw.

On Saturday I couldn’t sleep in. I woke up at 5:30 and watched the sun appear through my bedroom windows. I kept rolling over, trying to sleep again, but it was futile. Eventually I got up and got dressed, and left my apartment on foot. The walk into lower Manhattan is a few miles from my new place in Fort Greene. I walked west on Fulton, and then down Flatbush. It would have saved me ten minutes to take the Manhattan Bridge, but I’ve always regarded it as the ugliest of the bridges to cross on foot or on bike—last fall, I would walk home from Ben’s apartment over the Manhattan Bridge, and it was just so grey. You get an okay view of Dumbo, I guess, on the walk east, but it isn’t much to look at. When I got back to the Brooklyn side on those walks, I’d get on the A at High Street and take it back to Nostrand instead of walking the last couple miles.

So I chose the Brooklyn Bridge this time. It was as busy as you’d expect it to be in a non-pandemic event. Instagram boyfriends took pictures of their girlfriends, who took off their masks for a few seconds for the right shot. I saw a couple taking engagement pictures in front of the lower Manhattan skyline. It felt so normal, pedestrians and bicyclists squeezing past each other at the narrow points.

I was listening to Saint Cloud, the Waxahatchee album that came out a few months ago, turning it over and over in my brain like a rock you pick up at the beach and end up carrying with you on a long walk. The album, outwardly, has this gauzy blue-sky Americana vibe but when you listen to the lyrics of some of the songs it feels like peeling back layers of skin until you hit a raw nerve ending. Every song feels like a eulogy for this year. “You might mourn all that you wasted/That’s just part of the haul,” Katie Crutchfield sings on Ruby Falls. I got to the title track, which closes out the album, as I ascended the bridge. When you get baaaack on the M train, watch the cityyyyyy mutaaaaaaate, she sings. I guess she’s singing about New York. Is there another M train somewhere? I don’t know. I’m going to think about this stupid year whenever I listen to this album, I thought.

I got off the bridge at City Hall, surveyed the ongoing occupation movement there and the literal dozens of cops that had seemingly been deployed to stand there and, at best, do nothing. I walked down Centre Street, eventually winding through the little park by Baxter Street where two adults were playing ping pong, which felt like a socially distanced sport, all things considered. I walked down all those side streets in Chinatown as the sun struggled to break through the oppressive clouds. I walked by Nom Wah, past the salon Polly taught me will give you a very good $12 blowout, past that annoying bar where the bartenders are dressed like scientists, past the place where Kate and I got our auras read on her birthday in January, and ended up at Deluxe Green Bo. I ordered my spicy wontons in peanut sauce and ate them right there, the hot plastic container burning my knees as I sat on the sidewalk.

Afterwards I walked by all my favorite places—the skatepark under the bridge, Cervo’s, Beverly’s (RIP), Little Canal, Jajaja, the Hawa Smoothie near the East Broadway F. The skaters were hanging out in Dimes Square. Everything had changed but standing outside Kiki’s, it felt for a second like almost nothing had. It was almost a normal Saturday on Canal Street. The sky stayed electric blue until I got back to Brooklyn.

2 notes · View notes

amnachil · 5 years

Text

The College Society Chapter 1 Part 9

Enjoy !

Liam Friday October 27

For the first time during his whole life, the young lad expected the day to be as long as possible. (The last day before holiday, the day where they all were supposed to be excited... He felt ashamed). (He betrayed generation and generation of students praying for holidays). Anyway, evening came way too fast, and Liam felt depressed when he saw the first students leaving the campus. (He definitly was ashamed... Part of him asked for more lessons, even mathematics, and he started to get worried about his mental health). Sure, he wanted to see his siblings Chloe and Luka, but he hated the idea of a week with his father.

"Rebbie is leaving with this guy again..." stated Nick.

They were comfortably preparing their stuffs, but his roommate made a break to spy the black girl across the window. She was in the park with a mexican dude they already saw before. He even went in her flat once, unlike them. (Thinking about this, Liam blushed. He could easily picture what they did this night and it was so awkward). (Plus, Nick and him had listened across the wall part of the conversation... They were so immature...). The unicorn had teased him for days afterwards.

"Dude, I don't know what you're thinking, but stop it, because you're turning into a wonderful tomato." mumbled his roommate.

"Yeah, sorry."

The brown lad went back packing, but glanced at Nick. Strangely, this latter seemed irritated everytime Rebecca was hanging around with the mexican guy. Since their argument, he was acting oddly. Liam even heard someone call them "the two weirdos" once. (He did not really understand why he was considered as a weirdo but Nick fitted perfectly the description right now). (Okay, maybe he was a bit weird, but not as much as Nick, obviously). Anyway, the lad just wondered why his roommate have been so moody those last few days...

"Hey, Liam, this is earth, are you there ?"

"Sorry, was just thinking... Why are you so angry towards Rebecca ?"

Nick grunted. He wasn't especially happy to have this conversation.

"Because she's an ass ? We helped her and she never says thank. And she insulted me without any reason right ? You know, I think I had some feelings for her, but it's over now. So yeah, I'm sulking."

Liam nodded, dumbfounded. He didn't expect Nick to answer. (And moreover to admit he was sulking !!).

"Anyway, thank you for your concern but let's not talk about it again okay ? And your father's here."

As the freshman expected, his dad's house was huge. A mix between the castle and the mansion. Isaac Strucker had taken advantage of all this years far away his family. When he was a kid, Liam thought he was a kind of superhero, but quikcly, he understood the sad truth. His father just have been too busy getting rich to take care of them. (Once he realised this, the young lad often pictured his father as a villain in a dud). They didn't talk much during the ride, mainly because Liam avoided any conversation as much as possible. And he wasn't impressed by the manor. I came only to see Chloe and Luka.

"You'll see, it's even bigger once you're inside." assured his father.

Liam didn't answer. His mother had told him two days ago she had been summoned for a new trial about the children custody. And he's certain to win. Thinking about this, the boy opened the door, and a girl jumped on him.

"Liam ! I missed you so much !"

"Hi Chloe." he replied, suddenly happier.

His sister was a beautiful and nice girl. Now almost 15 years old, she got a well shaped body, mixing feminity and athletics virtues. While Liam hugged his little brother Luka (who was almost 5 years old now), she examined him.

"Mom told me you weren't eating enough. Are you fine ? Did you make some friends ? How are your grades ? Have you enough money ?

Well... Some things never change... When he was in highschool, he called her "mother number 2". (Everyone can understand why).

"He's perfectly fine." answered his father for him. "And I'm sure he'll enjoy his week with us, right Liam ?"

"I guess..."

The young lad was too busy with Luka to even argue with the old man.

"Yeah, you made sure he'll..." muttered Chloe. "Did you know he invited your bestfriend ? Nate's coming this evening."

Liam nodded slowly. Wait... What ? Realising what she was saying, he looked his father, stunned.

"You... invited Nate ?"

"Of course." answered his dad. "He can stay only for two days, but that's better than nothing, isn't it ?"

Rebecca Sunday November 5 – Monday November 6

At the next door, Nick was saying goodbye to his mother, while Liam already went back to his bedroom in order to sleep. As for her, Rebecca came back in the campus two days ago, right after her victory at the New York tournament. She took part yersterday at a championship with the college's team. I wonder how their vacations went... She might have been looking at Nick for too long, because he glared at her angrily, and she blushed a bit. He's still mad...

"Hey Rebbie. Am I early ?" asked someone behind her.

The black girl tunerd back and smiled. As always, Emilio was perfectly dressed, and looked in great shape. He came closer to kiss her, but feeling Nick's stare, she held him back and brought him in her flat. Once sure her neighbour could not see them, she let her boyfriend kiss her.

"What was that ?" he asked soflty. "Are you ashamed or something ?"

Are you kidding ? In the contrary, dating Emilio made her felt proud. Son of mexican immigrants, he obtained a scolarship for his running perfomances, and started to study law. Now a junior, he and Rebbie shared a lot in common, like a passion for sport. Besides, he was 1m89 (6'2"), and weighted 79 kg (174 pounds) of pure muscle. According to her, he definitly was perfect.

"Sorry, it's just... Well, I told you Nick and Liam helped me after some guys had attacked me..."

"Yeah, I remember. We still don't know who are those assholes."

Rebecca blushed. She kept a part of the story for her, since Chelsea was a member of their running team...

"Well, that's not the problem. I thanked Liam, but not Nick... And I feel bad about it."

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't find the bold to speak with him. However, Liam had barely listened to her, and had probably forgotten everything. Emilio took her hand, and smiled softly.

"Each time you're talking about this Nick, there is a problem. Just... You know what, forget about him. I mean, you're in College now, and the good thing is... We're thousands of students. You have troubles with a friend ? Change."

"I don't know..."

Part of her knew he was right. After all, Nick and her shared nothing except a floor. But for an obscure reason, she felt the need to be her friend.

"You're torturing yourself Rebbie. College isn't supposed to be so complicated. You don't need him, you know dozens of people who are at least as likeable as him."

"Yeah, right. Anyway, can we talk about something else now ?"

After all, Nick wasn't that important.

The next day, after class, Rebecca had an important meeting with Bob and her doctor. Almost everyday, her coach watched her body measurement, but on the first monday of each month, she had to consult the doctor. Usually, she didn't fear those meetings, because she always was in great shape, but this month was a bit particular because she was dating a guy. Maybe the doctor will know that... She didn't say it to Bob yet. Anyway, she did everything the doctor asked, and then waited for his checkup.

"You are perfectly fine Rebecca. Even better than in October." stated the MB. "Your statistics are similar to those of Olympics athlete."

She smiled, satisfied, but the doctor continued :

"However, in order to keep this great body shape, you've to train as much as possible, and to be in an stable environment without any wrong behavior."

"What do you mean ?" she asked, suprised.

"Relationship are a factor of stress, and stress isn't good for you. The better is to clean up yours acquaintances and to keep only the most necessary. For example, do not stay with junkies, drunks, or overweight peoples. They all have bad influence on your behavior."

He paused to let her retain the information. Nevertheless, Rebecca felt insulted by this senseless speech. What's the point of being a national runner if I can't even see whoever I want ? Is this the life Bob wants for me ?

"Oh, and one last thing Rebecca." started again the doctor. "The most important is to avoid love stories as much as possible. You can't allow yourself any distraction."

She opened her eyes wide, and was outraged :

"Are you serious ? Bob, do you agree with those craps ?"

Her coach looked at her, and nodded slowly. She then realised something. He knows. He knows about Emilio and me... Bob already met the mexican runner, and he largely preferred him to Nick, but... Not as my boyfriend. The doctor and her coach were asking her to break up in order to focus on her training. But that's not gonna happen. She could't be efficient if she had no life. Strangely, she thought about Nick, who was free to do whatever he wanted to without any constraint, and she felt angered.

"I understand what you're asking, but I refuse to do it. How am I supposed to focus if I'm sorrowful ? Eventually, I'm glad you know about Emilio and me Bob, but you have no right to control this relationship. I'm seeing whoever I want, whenever I want. Clear ?"

She may have been more agressive than expected, but at least, her coach seemed to have understood. He lowered his eyes, and nodded.

"Fine, I get it, you want some freedom. And you're right. Emilio can be your boyfriend, your lover or whatever, it's okay. However, I don't want you to be friend with junkies, alkies nor overweight people. Please."

Well, if you knew... She didn't know any people overweight, except maybe Pete, but he was not his friend. As for junky and alky, the only one she knew was a really good swimmer and Bob wouldn't even imagine him high.

"Alright, fine. I'm free to see people, as long as they don't have bad influences. Are we good ?"

"Yes we are." nodded Bob. "Don't forget, the Olympics Games is our goal."

"Yeah, I know."

Rebecca stood up and left the doctor's office, pensive. Why was she thinking about Nick, and how would he have reacted, instead of being happy to be with Emilio ? This is so weird...

Pete Wednesday November 8

A loud belch crossed Mike's lips when he slumped onto the couch. His both hands rubbed his bloated belly, and he moaned, near to a food-coma. As for him, Pete felt quite the same for his own tummy. Usually soft, it was hard as a rock, and completly stuffed. Of course, the young lad knew this feeling now, finishing severals time per week like a balloon, but it still was enjoyable. His roommate looked at him and smiled :

"Mate, that was a fuckin' good meal. I'm suprised I managed to clean my whole plate."

Pete smiled. To be honest, he also was astonished by Mike's appetite. At start, when he had begun putting some caloric poder in their plates, the young blond lad had thought it would have no effect on Mike, who was 192 cm (6'4") and built like a strong bodybuilder. Little did he know, when he had started this, how addictive was this poder. It had grown their stomach's capacity and craving for greasy and caloric food. Pete now ate as least twice that he had been used too. But after all, it exactly was what he planned... Except Mike now did the same. Even during the holidays, back in his family, the football player couldn't fix his diet. A month and a week after the beginning of Pete's plan, the effect started to be visible. The beefy guy now had a little belly, hanging over this most of his clothes. It was not obvious, like for Pete, but still noticeable. Moreover, with the added weight came another effect the blond lad did not planned at all. Mike became lazier. He reduced his training, and spent more time watching TV or playing videogames. He's always on the bench, and he feels sad about it... Consequently, the gaining became even more important. Pete first felt guilty, but then he realised Mike didn't even notice his burgeoning belly, but it helped himself to gain his own weight. Being two to binge together was way easier. I may be able to push it further... During the holidays, the young freshman took advantage of his mother's cooking to pig out as much as possible. And on Monday, Theo had said Pete was hotter than ever, and this latter had felt so proud that he decided to gain a bit more weight, depiste being already at 79 kg (174 pounds), that is to say 6 kg (13 pounds) gained since he started his plan. But he wanted more.

"Dude, you know there is still dessert ?" he asked to Mike.

His roommate, who was half asleep, opened his eyes.

"I... burp... Sorry. I think I'm full..."

"Oh come on. I mean, I made a pie, you know ? Just one slice with me."

After all, Pete did not expect to eat more than one slice too. His pastry was way too rich. Mike closed his eyes and swore discreetly.

"One slice, I might handle this."

Pete put the pie on the coffee table, right under Mike's nose. The delicious smell overwhelmed the room, and both boys, despite being stuffed to the max, felt the need to take a bite. The blond lad slowly cut two slices, and gave one to his roommate before he sat down in the armchair with his own piece. At start, his stomach grumbled, and he hesitated. Maybe I already ate enough, eventually... His body was telling him to not consume anything more, and it was probably wise to listen. However, Pete looked at Mike, who was eating his portion, firstly with attention, but soon faster and faster. A glint of delight gleamed in his eyes, and the short guy knew he had to eat too. He took a first mouthful, and the taste electrified his body. The fullness went away as soon as his brain asked for more, and Pete swallowed with ecstasy. Jeezus, that's so... so good. He finished his first slice just after Mike, and they both took another without even think. Animated by a gluttonous longing, they devoured the pie, taking break only for breathing and belching. In no time at all, the pie was gone, and both boys slouched in their respectives sits.

"What... burp... What the hell what that pie exactly ?" asked Mike while rubbing his even more distended belly.

"Honestly, I don't really know." confessed Pete.

He bleched loudly too, and because he was feeling packed in his pajamas, took off his top. His bloated tummy expended freely while he explained :

"I stole the recipe from Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the best cook of my club... He forgot his books one evening, and I looked some stuffs."

Mike whispered something inaudible. He was so stuffed that he felt sleepy now, just like Pete. This latter stood up slowly, and headed towards his bedroom. Even walk in those conditions was hard, but he managed to enter and lock the door behind him.

"Look's like you outdid yourself, my sweet love." laughed a beautiful voice.

Pete looked at Theo, and smiled. I didn't expect him today... The junior was uncatachable, and the freshman loved that too.

"Maybe..." continued the captain. "Maybe we should make of this night an unforgettable night, should we ?"

He pointed out severals candies and treats he had bought with him. Pete grimaced, unsure about it. He already ate a huge meal, and pushed his limits far beyond what he expected. His body would definitly not be able to eat again. Theo came closer, put an hand on his lover's tum, and whispered :

"Or are you too full to enjoy this moment with me ? Shall I leave and come back another night ?"

The idea revolted Pete. I want him.

"Stay." he almost begged. "I'll do anything you want me to."

To be continued

Well... We’re getting close to the end of the 1st chapter !

As a reminder, the main plot is following Liam’s struggles in College. There will be weight gain, but it’s a very slow process since he has a lot of stuff do deal with.

The Rebecca and Nick’s side story is coming to an end, since Nick made his feelings clear. However, we’re not done with the two and there are still playing important role :)

Now the main question is : will Pete have is happy forever ending ? Our little feedee is completely under his feeder charm tbh

Part 10 next week !

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Pete #weight gain #Roommates getting fat together #Liam doesn't like his father #Me neither #chapter 1 #part 9

1 note · View note

berniesrevolution · 5 years

Link

What follows are excerpts from Working People, a podcast by Maximilian Alvarez in which ordinary people talk about their lives, jobs, struggles, and aspirations. These excerpts accompany Max’s essay “Can The Working Class Speak?”

JESUS ALVAREZ on losing everything, driving for Uber

Maximilian Alverez:

I’m curious to know, because we talked about it a lot over this conversation, and you’ve lived such an interesting life, and have come such a long way from that garage in Guadalajara, when your mom passed away, when you were six. And so, jumping closer to the present, you’ve said a number of times that the Great Recession that really kind of hit in 2008, and the after effects that we’re still dealing with in significant ways, that this was kind of the real — this was the big meteor type of event, for you, for our family, and for a lot of working families around the country, and around the world. I guess, how did that translate on the real estate side that you were on?

Jesus Alverez:

That’s been, I think, to me, the most frustrating portion, that I worked all these years in real estate to provide, and have always been able to. When the real estate market crashed, unfortunately, I tell people that never in a million years would I think that I’d be one of the casualties, because I handled property owned by the banks, the bank owned properties and stuff like that. So never in a million years did I think that our family would be one of the casualties. But as it turned out, when the market crashed, we lost some rental property, we lost the office building that I was a partner in. The business crashed, Mom’s business crashed, and as you know, we ended up losing our house. And that is super hard to get over, to think that we worked so hard to achieve whatever status we have. To have it all — it’s like water going down your arms, dripping at your elbows [laughs]. The only way I can describe it is “it’s all gone, it’s disappeared.” And it’s been tough to get back, really tough mentally. Because no one wants to talk about what happens personally, ourselves included. It’s depressing, it’s embarrassment, all that kind of stuff. And I was surprised that when we went through all of this, everybody was too busy with their lives. Nobody really reached out to see where we were at, or throw us a lifeboat or whatever. But I realized, every family’s got to survive. But having gone through all of this, having achieved what I thought was success, and then to have it all go away, and now kind of re-starting, I think it’s a big thing, swallowing my pride, to go back out there and start all over. But we still have our health, we’re still here. I always look at it as though I am a boxer — we’re still in the ring. I’m old and I’m fat, but I’m like George Foreman. I still got a good overhand right… I’m hoping to land a good right on a good deal, and get us started back up. Which I think it will. I’ve got to call my mom again.

But it’s interesting, now I’m driving a little bit for Uber. And when I went to apply or whatever, a lot of the people I saw were people my age, or older. And statistics show that a lot of people driving, or these kinds of things, are people who need secondary, or people who have lost a lot of stuff. I always thought it was just going to be the younger people, but no, it’s a lot of people my age or older, and it’s sad. As I talk to a lot of the passengers, interesting when I talk to a lot of them, because I’m pretty good at getting the conversation going now, and so I talked to several who have lost their house or whatever. And I’m thinking man, they’ve gone through the same thing, and I can relate to the emotions they went through, the depression. I think the main thing for me is that I realized is that we went through some depression. And so we’re finally, I think, over that curve, and we’re working our way back up. But I think unless you go through something like that, it’s really hard. And maybe we didn’t reach out for the help that we should have.

[…] Just two days ago, I picked up a lady at a restaurant. She was about my age, and we start talking. She’s from Mexico. And we started talking about how when she got married, her husband left the family to come to the United States, so he could try to find a job to provide. I think she said it was 1984 and he was making $3 an hour, sending the money back. And she was trying to raise I think three kids down there with the goal of eventually bringing them over. And then eventually, they were able to save enough and stuff for them to come over. But then one of the sons didn’t want to come to the United States, he wanted to stay in Mexico or whatever. It’s a little bit sad how our families get torn up. Torn up just trying for betterment, the Mexican culture or whatever. That’s what people don’t realize. We don’t want to just come over to come over and take jobs. It’s for survival. Any family would do the same thing just to provide for their family, which is hard. Nobody wants to leave their family behind. But if it was turned around to the other cultures, they would do the same thing. They would do whatever they have to do to provide for their family. And that’s the part they don’t talk about. We’re not trying to do anything that nobody else would do. We’re just trying to provide for your families, even at the tough part of ripping the families apart. Because there’s unfortunately there’s not enough economics in Mexico or other countries to provide. People don’t want to split their families up just to do it. And it’s sad when I talk to some of these people, and this lady. She’s gone through a lot. Her family had been split. Her husband is over here, she’s over there in Mexico trying to raise the kids and stuff like that, and it’s like, man. We all got our stories, and a lot of those like that.

LADONNA BRAVE BULL ALLARD on survival

LBBA:

I am the first in my family to ever attend college, and that was through the love and grace of my grandma. I am the first in my family to graduate college. My sister was second. And all that I learned going to school was “America needs to be educated.” We need to know the truth of what is really happening here. We need to start looking at our economics, because right now, my reality: I am a widow. I live on a widow’s benefit. It’s barely enough to make my monthly payments. I have to figure out how to, at 63 years old, how to make a little extra money to get all my bills paid. I plant my own garden. I gather roots and berries, and prepare for winter. I have a wood stove, so we gather wood. But at 63 years old, there are other people who are sitting back, in their retirement, having a very comfortable life. That is not our reality. It is not how we live. When we have people here on the reservation living without electricity, without running water — people are hauling their water — we live in a different world than the rest of America, our own home, our own homeland, where the roots grow out of our feet. Where we can tell the history of this land for thousands and thousands of years. To be pushed until America makes us invisible. And so I am pushing back. I am saying, “I am alive. We are still here.” We have our hands out saying, “let us teach you how to live on this land. Let us teach you how to respect the water. Let us teach you how to respect the land. We can do this for the betterment of the world, we do this so your grandchildren’s grandchildren can drink clear, clean water.” We are standing here offering our help.

We have never ever been an aggressor, we have only been defenders of this land. And we will continue to defend the land and the water. So growing up, that is how I grew up. I grew up a very difficult Indian childhood. Foster homes. Boarding schools. My two younger brothers were farmed out to a farm, and they were able to return home. Does America really know their own history, their own background?

Maximilian Alverez:

I really don’t think that many do. I’m so gripped by everything that you’re saying. Not only your work as a historian, but as you’re saying, the very kind of way of life, sustainable, communal way of life, these forms of knowledge that, you said, you have to teach the rest of America, even though the rest of America not only doesn’t know, but often doesn’t even see that these forms of living, that these communities are even there. So it seemed that for a moment, over the past few years, that with the No DAPL movement, that more Americans were starting to learn. Do you feel that — and you started by saying what a lot of people around the country who are protesting the separation of families at the border, is that this has been going on in Native communities for centuries.

LBBA:

Since 1492.

(Continue Reading)

#politics #the left #current affairs #working class #economic inequality #poverty

13 notes · View notes

bunk12bear · 5 years

Text

I learned it From The Pizza Man Chapter 3

After that, Lance ordering from the pizzeria became a regular occurrence.

Their little talks continued to lengthen as the weeks went by, much to the Chagrin of their friends. They discussed music (“ Beyonce is a goddess don't you dare insult her”), movies “ (I'm excited to see Moana, looks like the music's going to be great” “seriously, Lin-Manuel Miranda is a gift from the musical theatre gods”) attractive celebrities( “any opportunity to see Channing Tatum half-naked is an opportunity I'm going to take”), Pet peeves( Why would you clap at the end of a movie no one can hear you, it completely defeats the purpose of clapping) and more.

Lance had just started out as a very cute customer but now Keith was really starting to fall for him. Lance was funny, smart, kind, generous, ambitious and of course devastatingly handsome. Keith didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. Lance knew he was adopted but he had no idea that said adoption happened when he was already a teenager, Lance didn't know about the years in foster care. He knew Lance had a good heart but he was still terrified that he'd run the instant he knew the truth, he wouldn't be the first person to do so. For now, he just has to enjoy talking to Lance when he delivered his Pizza

========================================================================

Lance was smitten, when he had left instructions to the pizza place it had been a joke He never could have imagined that would it would end up here Weeks Later with him Having a giant crush on them and they sent. Angelica Jackson tried to ask him out and he barely noticed because he was thinking about Keith and she was not only gorgeous with a great personality but probably the smartest person in his Statistics class. Beginning of the semester him would have been horrified that he let that opportunity slip. he had dreamed about Keith, dreamed about him, like some lovesick teenage girl but it couldn't help himself Keith was Just so amazing.

Of course, his friends had noticed and had delighted in ribbing him endlessly about his new crush.

“ Oh Keith you have such pretty eyes,” Pidge said one night flopping Onto the couch In a fake swoon worthy of a particularly cheesy soap opera

“ God even his voice is sexy” Hunk joined in sighing dramatically and fluttering his eyelashes.

“ Oh shut up you guys and hunk my man, you were even worse than this when you first met Shay”

Pidge laughed out loud“ See this is why I'm glad that I'm an aromantic asexual none of his goobly crap for me, just science and logical reasoning”

“ Was it science or logical reasoning that made you cry When somebody brought that really nice RTD2 replica to your robotics Club”

“ Shut up or I'll tell Keith exactly what you think about his quote-unquote perfect ass”

It happened like this almost every Time to order pizza, An Occurrence That had, completely coincidentally, increased since Lance met his pretty pizza boy.

Another week's Exchange had been simple as hunk had been too busy preparing movie snacks to join in

Pidge had ordered this time and, obviously priming herself for a joke,Looked up from the menu on her laptop eyes Sparkling mischievously

“ Hey Lance, what do you want”

“Uh, sausage”

Pidge looked like Christmas had come early

“ Oh I know but what kind of pizza do you want”

Lance rolled his eyes and quickly selected At least favorite movie in the collection in retaliation

========================================================================

After an initial couple of weeks, Lance stopped putting special instructions, Shiro knew to send Keith if he was ordering. This Week however there were instructions, “ tell me I'm pretty” easy enough Lance was always pretty.

As he passed the doorbell he wondered what Lance was up to, something that became immediately obvious upon The door opening. Lamps were some kind of Clay face mask thing, pajama bottoms and a ratty old hoodie that looked like it could have Come from his parents' College days.Lance managed to be gorgeous even in that get-up With his pretty blue eyes and his stupidly broad shoulders,

Keith blushed scarlet. '" you're pretty”

Lance's face lit up and he handed Keith a 20

========================================================================

Lance had spent the next two weeks bragging about how flustered he had made Keith.

The exchange that week had gone normally, Keith handed Lance the food they talked and flirted for a bit and Lance handed Keith his tip but before Rams could close the door Keith grabbed his arm to stop him.

“ Open the box”

“ What?”

“ Just do it'

Lance did as instructed and there amongst the grease stain was a poem

“ I know it's like some kind of cheesy but a boy like you makes romance easy”

Lance's cheeks tinted, “ I um, I don't think I asked you to write a poem”

“You didn't, I wrote that poem myself”

Lance could have kissed him.

He brought the food back in absent-mindedly dropping it on the coffee table dropping under the couch with a sigh

“ Oh, what did Your pizza boy do this time,” PIdge asked

“ He wrote me a poem, a wonderful beautiful poem”

“ And where exactly is this poem Loverboy?”

Lance shot her a dopey smile” on the inside of the pizza box isn't that romantic”

Pidge opened the pizza box and snorted,” wow, he's really got a way with words”

“ He does, doesn't he”

“ I was being sarcastic”

Hunk plopped down next to them,” what's happening”

“Pizza boy wrote swoony over here a poem on the inside of a pizza box”

Hunk opened the box and read the poem, “Awwwww !!! That's So cute”

“I think I'm going to ask him out”

“You should”

“ Yeah, that might stop all the pining, dude it's getting gross”

Lance ignored her and began to chatter happily with hunk planning how exactly he would do this.

========================================================================

The week after the poem Keith was feeling nervous again, What if he had overstepped the boundaries of whatever what's happening between them, he was worried Lance would stop ordering but like clockwork, his order came.

Keith's heart skipped a beat when he read this week's instructions, “ Ask me on a date”

Here ran to Shiro who had just finished up dealing with yet another appearance of olive bro who was as badly behaved as ever.

“ Hey, Keith you'll never guess what Olive bro is mad about this time apparently he thinks that me offering his date one of our dessert specials means I think she is fat and” he trailed off “ “Wait you look very happy did Lance do something again'?”

“He asked me to ask him out on a date, Shiro, I have no idea what to do”

“ Do you want to go on a date with him”

“Yes"

“ Then ask him out, little bro it's that simple”

“ If it's so simple then why haven't you asked delivery boy on a date yet”

“ Curtis”

“What?”

“His name is Curtis and he's doing the delivery job to pay for medical school, he's studying to be a nurse oh, he's also ex-military like me”

“ Wait, you actually talked to him”

“ Yeah, we're going out for drinks next Saturday”

“ Nice job Shiro!"

“ Hey, I got my date with my cute boy you go out and get yours”

“I will”

Keith smiled the entire bike ride to Lance's place

“He hopped off the bike threatened his outfit took a deep breath and knocked on the door

Lance opened it, looking as gorgeous as ever and Keith nearly forgot what he was to supposed to do

“ Hey”

“ Your most recent instructions are very interesting”

Lance raised an eyebrow, "Was it?

“Completely coincidentally I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime”

“ wow, I have no idea what prompted this but yes, of course, I'd like to go on a date with you”

They ignored the gagging noises Pidge made in the background

“We could have dinner and catch a movie, I still haven't seen Moana”

“That sounds great there is a movie theater close to this Mexican restaurant my buddy Hunk won't shut up about”

“ I love Mexican food, sounds great How does Saturday at 4:30 sound”

“ Great, see you then” and with that Lance leaned over and pressed a kiss Keith's cheek

Keith was really looking forward to this date.

Author's note: will I get better at capitalization, will I actually address Keith's issues with his past or is that just something I randomly added without thinking about how I'd have to incorporate it, will I actually include Alaura like I promised, what will olive bro do next these questions and more answered go will be answered in the next exciting installment of I learned it from the pizza man!

Okay in all seriousness I'm decently proud I got this far I'm not very good at finishing projects.I ultimately decided to go with Canon for Shiro's little romance side plot, Curtis is apparently the name of the man who marries at the end of season 8 and I know I didn't have them actually have a conversation within the text in my story but I had them reference a conversation and that's more than DreamWorks gave them.

#klance #laith #keith kogane #keith (voltron)#vld keith #lance x keith #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #hunk garrett #college au #fluff

8 notes · View notes

lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

Text

Around what temperature do you consider it to be too hot outside? “lol, probbly any temperature that would make wearing a hoodie uncomfortable, so around or above 70*F” <<<< Same! In what ways do you expect your life to be different one year from now? I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about it. I have to just take it day by day. How often do you travel outside of the state/province you live in? Not often. The last time was like 5 years ago. What’s a hobby you used to have, but don’t anymore? Does hanging out with friends and having a social life count? I don’t have that anymore and haven’t for the past 4 years. What was the best part of your day yesterday? The really good Mexican food I had for dinner. It’s very rare now for me to really enjoy my food and have it not feel like such a chore, so it was nice. And SO good.

What has been your favorite job you’ve had so far? I’ve never had a job. Do you still live in your hometown? Yeah. What’s your favorite kind of salsa/dip to go with tortilla chips? Just guac or ranch dip for me now. No more salsa. :( Are you polite towards others? Yes. Do you wash your car by hand or drive through a car wash? I don’t have a car. What is/was your least favorite school subject, and why? Math. It was horrible and I sucked at it. Are you afraid of spiders? Y E S. Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? Just some weights. Where is the farthest north you’ve traveled to? Idaho. Farthest south? Mexico. East? Georgia. West? California, where I live. If you have/want children, will you raise them similar to the way you were raised? How often do you run the dishwasher? It usually gets ran every couple of nights. Did you ever go to summer camp when you were a kid? I went to a Girl Scout camp during the summer. Do you wash your face at the sink or in the shower? Sink. Name a stereotype about your gender that you don’t fit I don’t want to get married or have children. Name a stereotype about your age that you don’t fit According to this article I found, most 29 year olds have had a few jobs and are living with a significant other.

Do you have any unusual decorations in your home? Nothing I’d consider “unusual.” What year were you born in? 1989. How many exes do you have? Just one, technically, but we all know I count whatever complicated mess Joseph and I had, too. Do you have any uncommon kitchen appliances, such as espresso machines, waffle irons, etc? Keurigs are pretty common, aren’t they? If not, then I guess count that as one. If so, then count our waffle iron. What did your parents major/minor in in college, if they went? They both graduated from community college, but didn’t continue on after that. My mom wanted to pursue a degree in criminal justice, but unfortunately life happened and she never did. Has either of their careers influenced what career you chose or want to pursue? No. Have you ever been on a motorcycle? Yes, when I was a kid. My dad used to have one. What is the highest level math class you’ve completed? Statistics was the highest I needed for my college. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? I’ve never ridden a bike. How old were you when you learned how to swim? I don’t swim. How do you react when someone is rude to you? Think, “wow, that was rude” and probably talk lots of crap about them in my head and to my family, but otherwise do absolutely nothing. Out of everything you’re wearing, which piece of clothing is your favorite? My leggings. Do you follow fashion trends, or just wear whatever you happen to like? “i dont keep up w trends, but if i liked smthing trendy, i would wear it. mostly, i jst wear what i want” <<<< That’s how I am. I don’t wear something just because it’s “in.” Do you live in a city, suburb, or a rural area? City. What’s your favorite breed of dog? Labs and German Shepherds. (: Are you more rational or imaginative? My mind goes to some random, wild, dark places but I also think I’m pretty rational. Like, I’ll think something extreme but then there’s the logical part of me somewhere that’s like, ‘Okay, chill out that’s probably not going to happen.’ Have you ever had a friend who was too clingy? Yes. Do you prefer riding on wooden roller coasters, or steel roller coasters? I don’t do any roller coasters. What is your least favorite kind of weather? Summer weather. Ughhhh. How did you celebrate your last birthday? Dinner and a movie with family. Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex) Was your first impression of them accurate? Some of it. Is there anything other than keys on your keyring? Ha, I have 1 key and like 10 key chains. Do you have an ebook reader? (iPad, Kindle, etc.) I just use the Kindle app on my phone. What is your most noticeable personality trait? My awkwardness?

What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Thankfully, we don’t have any in my city. I mean, we can get earthquakes, but I’ve never experienced any. Which of your family members do you resemble the most? My mom. Why is your least favorite season your least favorite? Because it’s hot and miserable and just awful all around. Do you have a Netflix account? Yeah. Well, it’s my mom’s, but we all use it. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? We don’t have an attic. Where is your favorite place to go on vacation? Places with beaches. How long does it take to get there? There’s one about 2 hours away. Who knows you better than anyone else? Probably anyone who reads my survey answers at this point, ha. And my mom. When you’re angry with someone, do you lash out, or keep yourself under control? I tend to keep it to myself. If I do actually speak up and argue, I shut down pretty quick. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? Graduating with my BA in 2015 was supposed to be my new chapter in life. I guess it was, but not in the way I had hoped. Things went downhill real quick. Is your hair long enough to tuck under your armpits? Weird, I know. I just had to take a break from such serious questions :P Yeah. What room in your home do you spend the least amount of time in? My brother’s room. Rate your sense of humor on a scale of 1-10? 10? I don’t know.

What is the last random act of kindness you did? I’m not sure. Are you more of a girly girl or a tomboy? Neither. Do you do anything to reduce the amount of electricity you use? No. :X And last but not least, what is your name? Stephanie.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

1 note · View note

purplesurveys · 5 years

Text

353

Hey, what've you been up to today? I just had my last meeting for my feature writing class this morning. My sem is slowly wrapping up and I want nothing more to get it over with. It’s been a slow day at best, and the only other thing I did was finish up a take-home exam for my film major. I’m taking another survey (yay Tumblr!!!) to take a break for a bit. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? Chinese. I love burgers and I love burritos, but Chinese food has the biggest servings and the widest variety of meals to pick from. I luv being Asian. Is your TV HD? Yes, but I don’t watch TV anymore. What's your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? I’ve only eaten at Taco Bell like two times, but my favorite thing to get (if I can even call it a favorite) is one of their burritos. What do you think of off-brand soda? I don’t like soda period.

Do you save pennies? We don’t have pennies, but saving change in general is a healthy habit since I sometimes take the jeep, and smaller coins are always needed for that. Are there any windows in your room? Sure. I have them on two sides of my room. What's your favorite scent? Bakeries? Or curry being cooked. I dunno, I haven’t really picked a favorite scent. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Lukewarm is usually best. Do you know what all the buttons on your remote control do? No, because I haven’t touched a remote control in literal YEARS. If you could house any pet, what would it be? I’m perfectly happy with having a dog.

Do you smoke cigarettes? Nope. What about weed? More so nope. Do you pluck your eyebrows? Nah I just shave them from time to time. I’m too much of a weakshit to have it plucked or threaded hahaha. Do you keep your room clean? As much as possible yeah. Sometimes I tend to pile things up and I get too lazy and it gets messy at times, but I do like to keep my room clean in general. Do you carry a wallet or a purse? Wallet. Would you rather it rain or snow? We don’t get snow anyway, so I’d pick rain which I enjoy on its own. Dark hair or light hair? Dark. Do you grit your teeth a lot? NEVER. But my sister does in her sleep and I hate it when I have to sleep in the same room as her. Do you like to swing? Like...ride a swing? I guess so? It’s my favorite playground ride haha. How about jumping on a trampoline? I can take it or leave it. Do you like when it snows, or does it just ruin your plans? We don’t have snow, so I can’t relate. When it rains though, then yes - it sometimes ruins plans, especially if it turns into a typhoon and the weather is just ugly altogether. Do you like the taste of beer? No, but that’s because I hate all fizzy drinks and beer also happens to be fizzy. Are you toe nails currently painted? None of them are. Do splinters really hurt as bad as people portray them to? I’ve never had one on me so I can’t pick a side. Have you ever had Vodka and Red Bull? Just vodka. LOL Futhermore, what's your favorite energy drink, if any? I hate energy drinks. They just seem so sketchy to me. Plus they’re sticky and it smells like pure sugar. One time I had to pour an energy drink onto my tumbler since the can broke - the sugary scent stayed on my tumbler for months. After that I just sort of hated energy drinks and never gave them a chance lmao. Do you have long eyelashes? I do. People always tell me how jealous they are of it. Do you have long fingernails? Right now they’re just about an okay length. Do you have long arm hair? No. Do you shave your legs? Yep. Is your hair healthy? Haha not really. There was one time I had it rebonded (I was 12 or 13) and the hairdresser really fucked my hair up with whatever technique or chemical she used, destroyed my hair, and my hair is still really dry nowadays because of what they did. I have to bathe my hair in conditioner every time I take a bath so that it doesn’t end up frizzy for the rest of the day. How often do you wash your hair? Everyday. Do you love Family Guy, or hate it? I don’t hate it, but I won’t stick around and watch it even if it were the only thing on the TV either. Does your family put up Christmas lights? We used to at my old house. Now we don’t, which feels sad. Christmas lights always made it really feel like Christmas, but now it just feels miserable. What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? Wow, these are really old HAHAHA. I’m a grandma, and I admittedly used the Wii the most (as it’s the only one I really knew how to use), so I’m picking the Wii. I’m a PlayStation purist, though. Do you use a closet or a dresser to put your clothes in? Of course. I have both. What do you think about guys who wear pink? The same way I think about guys who wear brown or yellow? Which do you like better -- carpet or wood floor? Wood. Carpet floors are like, non-existent in Filipino homes. If you could have any car, what kind would it be? A Mini. Do you cuss a lot? Hahahaha yeah a tad bit. What religion are you? None. Have you ever done drugs? Other than stuff I take to get rid of my headaches, no. What kind? ^ What's your favorite fast-food restaurant? Army Navy. Do you like kids? Loooooove kids. Want my own. How often do you like to have sex? Ideally, a few times a week. But we’ve both been way too busy with work that it’s turned out to be once every two months haha but it’s no biggie. Do you do your own laundry? No, my mom prefers to do all the chores at home since she wants a certain way of doing things, and she insists that it’s only she who can do those ways correctly. Do you have a cell phone or do you use a house phone? We have both. We still keep house phones since we have older relatives who never rode on the cellphone craze and still communicate via landline. Do you throw shit under your bed? No, but it would be pretty disturbing if anyone threw literal shit under their bed. Are you any good at math? The most I can reach is advanced algebra and statistics, so I’d say I’m quite good. Do you like Dairy Queen? I have like one order that I’ve constantly made for the last several years (a cookies and cream Moolatte), but it’s still enough for me to say that I stan Dairy Queen H A R D. Are you currently in college? If not, do you plan on going? Yep, still enrolled in the best university in the country. I have one and a half years to go before graduating. How the fuck are your grades anyway!? I mean I’m still on the honors roll so that’s something to be happy about. I’m on my way to graduating cum laude, but I’m just a few decimal points behind getting magna cum laude and it’s pissing me off. The cut-off for magna is a grade of 1.45, whereas my GWA (or GPA in the US I think) is currently at a 1.4773 so I’m reeeeally close but not quite there yet. But at least I’m not failing anything, so. Do you skip school often? I usually save my cuts by the end of the semester when I’m already burned out, so I guess the answer here is yes, I skip school but I strategize when I do so HAHAHA.

#survey #surveys

4 notes · View notes

cries-and-sings · 3 years

Text

88It is on fire, I’m on fire. I feel it in my extremeties. I feel my face flushed with, yo no se que, anxiety? Uncomfortable for sure. Panicky even.

therapy day today. Unlike other days, it was more of a conversation. It was fine, though it felt a bit like i was paying someone to be my friend. lol.

my fingers are so warm, my feet are burning too. the window is open. It’s almost comical, every past year, it’s been complaining that we don’t really get summers here. Well we skipped summer weather and went to a scorching hell. Trees burning, I’m burning up. A symptom of something that’s been a long time coming. But it’s here bitches, and no one gives a shit.

There is no turning back now. A chunk of ice, the size of Florida, melted in teh Artic, in one day. flooding will be an issue, except for here, where everything will be burning up.

I’ve always thought that my quality of life, as a woman of color, is better off in the present day. I think it was a gross over-simplification. For one, I wonder how much more majestic our surroundings would be. If nature is so beautiful now, I can’t imagine what it was like back then. Mi pueblito wouldn’t smell like burnt plastic. Water would be present, and there would be many birds full of chirp and color. The parakeets, I think it is my favorite childhood memory. That flock of flourescent lime green. Instead it is what it is. and the fish, I wouldn’t know that they existed, so i would never have seen them. Not that I’ve seen it for myself now, but i hear that someone’s dad’s dad said it used to be beautiful. to clarify, on a documentary a man talked about the drastic decrease in coral reef fish and biodiversity in the ocean in general. I think this was in some tropical island. I dono’t remember how young this man was, but it doesn’t matter because the result is the same and his perspective highlights how drastic the downward trend of oxygen depletion in general is. Well then let me throw another one at you, this same man, talks about how when he was a young boy, his father told him the same thing. How there were less fish than there used to be when he was a boy. And of course, wouldn’t you know it, the man’s father would tell him the same thing.

I think I’m pretty mad, as an avid admirer of nature, that I will never be able to see it, not even in picture. Of course one could create a realistic image of what that would have looked like. But at the end of the day, it would just be all speculation, a guess.

Global warming most likely began during the pre-industrial and industrial times, according to the internet.

in my typical indecisive fashion, I can’t choose which period of time i would be better of in.

Maybe I would’ve been happy in pre columbian times, though my existance wouldn’t even be possible. Why that infuriates me, I don’t know. I’m mized race, wether I like it or not.

So I’ve digresed, the story of my family:

Dad- Short (5′4″ maybe 5′5 in his young days, his nose has a bit of a hook. He for the most part, took after his father. Beautiful thick black straight hair. Thick eyebrows, his teeth are virtually the same size. Small shovered teet. His eyes are wide, East Asian like almost. His parents, I imagine, were both short.

His mother was born in Tixtla, Guerrero. A bigger town than where I and my father were born, which to me, is an isolated little town. I see now that that isn’e necessarily true, the isolated part. It is crazy to me that everyone knows everyone. I worry about incest lol. Eveolution fascinates me more that I realize, and the fact that the gene pool is small, you can see why one could worry. But again, me distraigo. I am proud of her lineage the most, because it would be the most native one. I was born in Native country and I am enamored with that culture. Not all of my antepasados are native to that area though. And they must’ve not have been good people. At least from the stories dad shares, they weren’t. The thing is, I don’t know arnything about my grandma, because I never interacted with her, i mean im sure i did if i was born in her home, but i remember all of my grandparents more than i remember her. Like i remember what she looked like, I just can’t remember even talking to her. And then there is the fact that I even existed, just at first though. I mean i can’t say for sure, but she was not happy about that my dad and mom got together. And she loved another little girl more. It’s fine though? Maybe, because I don’t remember being sad when she passed. I was afraid my father would be taken away from me, but not as sad about my grandma dying. I am still not super sad about it. I exaggerate it with dad, cause he loved his mom. But from what I heard, I was not her favorite. lol. I mean I’m sure she loved me some. and mom says she did apologize for the way that she treated her, so remorse or fear. quien sabe. y hasta le encargo a su hijo, her baby, that must’ve meant something.

But her dad was a real prick. he left her mom, taking with him, a year’s harvests. What he did leave were a few hungry mouths. My dad hates the man. He would hate the fact that he would stop by my granparent’s place to get some mescal from my grandpa. Such a shameless man. I wonder what her mom’s name was, Lucina? I honestly don’t remember, I remember that I did know that when I was little. I wonder what her story was like. I have a picture of them though, so I know what they were like. Did dad know his great grandparents. Do most people know who their great grandparents were? about half of Americans know 1 or more of their granparents name. I wonder if that statistic is the same for Mexicans.

On my grandpa’s side. His mother got around. Paternity quien sabe quien, dad knows, a Najera maybe? shit what are my granparent’s maternal last names? Well I know about her the most, becaus she lived with dads family. Story goes that her mom died when she was little, then her dad was a wealthy man, better to do at least. anyways he didn’t want to join the Mexican Revolution and ran and was able to hide for some time, but was eventually executed for it. I think dad told me the story of how that exactly unfolded, but I don’t remember it now.

Anyways the girls were orphans, but she remembers her dad taking her to Chilpancingo, and she made it sound like she had been to Mexico City too. Which is huge, travel by horse would be insane. It’s crazy to believe that that was reality for most of humanity up until the last 150? years or so. thousands of years that was the norm, and now we fly,too. she sowed dresses, she saw a soldier shoot himself when he dropped his rifle from atop his horse and kill himself. Eran chismosos lo viejitos? who knows. Well then she was orphaned and she supported herself through sowing. She was white, her family was European, the last name, what was her last name? It just hit me that I do not know. but she did give my uncle a very italian name. but who was the man whose last name I carry. A missing puzzle piece.

Mom’s dad

Mi hermoso viejito. The loving father I wish I had. The one that would curl his grandbabies up. Oh how I ache to be in his arms again. Mi viejito. His mother was either a prostitute or she got around. I wonder what her side of the story was. She was not a good looking woman. She looked like my grandpa with long hair. the features taht made her masculine, also made my hermoso such a handsome man. And that would be my poor chaparrita’s reason for pain many a time. His dad, who knows. I think his last name is his moms. My favorite tio uses that last name, why, who knows, in an attempt to rectify something that wasn’t supposed to be. MY uncle, the male version of my mom. it’s quite trippy to think about, groundbreaking realizations, truly lol. Oh and her mom, a living relic lol. An old woman with long hair, i don’t know her face as she was when i saw her last, or saw her in general. Did mom grow up with her there? was she always old?

I wonder what life was like, poverty after poverty. Were they even aware? More recently that makes sense, but what about back then.

It terrifies me that if it weren’t for leaving my birthtown, I would be stuck. Only seeing the outside world through a screen. And not having had flied to different places. A luxury that they do not have.

0 notes