I have to tell you about the Abuela on my street.

She is nearly 70 years old, with wonderfully brown gnarled, wrinkled hands and eyes that are creased from smiling. She hand-makes all of her own clothes and sews dolls for my little sister. Abuela is very lonely… her husband already passed and her kids live far away. She misses her grandkids. Abuela comes around our place for the company almost every other day.

So this morning, my little sister and I went to visit the Abuela to return the kindness of her vegetables with some homemade soup.

It’s a funny joke we have, that if you can make a perfect posole you are wife material. I was joking around with my friend beforehand to see if I was worthy of marriage, and my little sister thinks me failing is the best thing in life, so of course she wants to ask Abuela when we arrive.

We’re wearing masks and gloves and can’t give her the big hug like we want to, but Abuela is always happy to see us. We bring the pot of soup to her table. My little sis, the little shit that she is, immediately asks, “Abuela, is Reina ready to be a wife yet?”

And Abuela immediately shifts her entire mood. Her face literally becomes this:

Abuela’s look pierces through my heart.

“Who are you trying to impress? A man or a woman?” she asks, deadly serious. We have broached the topic of marriage. It is her domain now.

And I, Rei, gay as the fourth of July, cannot believe that either Abuela clocked me instantly or that she could possibly have a fascinating past of her own. 

I thought about lying, but my little sister was there and I don’t like to lie in front of her. So I was honest and said I was trying to impress a woman.

Without a response, Abuela carefully tries the posole. The room is silent.

“For a man, it’s good,” she says after a moment. “But, you’ll need to work harder to impress a woman.”

All I can do is politely nod. I have so many questions.

Now Abuela is tired. She wants to eat and relax in peace, so she waves us away. We make sure she’s settled, and then my sister and I go home.

I can’t believe my 70 year old Abuela said BI RIGHTS

this is the funniest fucking thing ever

not only did the grandma say bi rights but like

she had two separate scales of food judgement for men and women AT THE READY and there’s something inherently hilarious in “FOR MEN IT’S FINE, FOR WOMEN DO BETTER” 

none of you are allowed to hold sally jackson discourse until you pass a test that proves you're not going to backslide into saying women are to blame for the abuse their partners commit and that abused women should just leave. i am issuing a ban on sally jackson discourse until you can pass a certain level of critical thinking, which essentially means a permanent ban on such discourse, because i have very little hope any of you will end up passing at any point in time

some things that are all simultaneously true

i was prepared to make a bullet point that was a brief concession to the fact that sally could have sent percy to camp half-blood, but you know what i'm not prepared to make a singular concession. i'm not prepared to concede to the premise that sally married gabe purely to cover percy's scent, because it irritates me. and i'm not prepared to concede the idea that a woman who has lost every last shred of family she has, the one man who was kind of good to her, and endured years of abuse on top of that deserved to lose her son too. fuck that. fuck that, actually. i'm not conceding shit to you people. i lived something similar in my own actual life and i'm not conceding anything to you, because i think every point you make is fucking ludicrous. even if you go with the idea that sally only married gabe to cover percy's scent, what, did you honestly think one summer at a demigod summer camp is going to make a toddler capable of holding his own during the whole year? do you think she should have ripped out both of their hearts and left her kid at a summer camp year-round, deprived of the connection that is literally the center of his world because he's a toddler? do you have any idea the kind of permanent damage that does to a kid? what should've happened is that gabe shouldn't have been a bastard, but he was, and sally got backed into a corner and made choices. and i'm just not in the habit of criticizing a desperate woman who clearly adores her son, whose son clearly adores her, all that heavily for "mistakes" she made because she was failed by the world over and over and over.

TL;DR it sucks that you hate sally that much for no reason, but keep it to yourself

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN US AND KEEP SUPPORTING US I CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH ALSO TO THOSE WHO KEEP REBLOGGING AND TAKING THEIR TIME TO READ OUR SITUATION GOD BLESS EVERYONE AND STAY SAFE!!

This is art. A masterpiece, actually.

A true American hero

Iconic

They killed him. His name was Muhiyidin Moye.

He was killed 1 year after this video, according to what I’ve gathered online. Someone tried to knock him off his bike and shot him even as he rode away. He made it to a hospital, but, he still died due to blood loss as he’d left a trail of blood in his path.

All activists who you can name/you see make an impact are viewed as a threat to those in power or those who regard themselves as having power over minority groups. The more of these names I learn, the more I wait in anticipation to hear if they are still here or if their lives have been taken too soon yet.

Here’s a PBS article because I like to believe they’re less biased than most.

I’m reblogging again cause this is crazy, please block out the faces & your face of you at a protest. Protect yourselves and each other. 😨

This is exactly why we tell y’all stop posting protesters faces and clothes without black squares over them, not no pixelated or blurred stuff. STAY SAFE!!!

I think one good reason to not overly focus on some imagined inherent moral goodness of people who have been horribly oppressed throughout history, and it's better to focus on the fact that the violent oppression of any people is inherently horrifying and worth fighting against, is that it leaves you incapable of properly assessing why, for example, the Spanish colonization of Mesoamerica was a crime against humanity. For all intents and purposes the Aztec state was itself a major regional oppressor, and its practice of raiding other neighboring peoples to obtain victims for human sacrifice earned it the hatred of practically every other indigenous group in the region, to the point that when the Spanish laid siege to Tenochtitlan the vast majority of its army consisted of indigenous people who they easily recruited due to their collective grievances against the Aztec Empire. None of this changes the fact that what the Spanish went on to do, the systematic annihilation and subjugation of every culture in the region, Aztec civilization included, is among some of the worst crimes against humanity in history. The Aztecs don't need to be good or moral or anything like that for us to understand that what was done to the people of Mesoamerica by Spain was utterly monstrous and has had horrible consequences for the indigenous people of Mexico up to this day.

This is why a huge chunk of South African white supremacist propaganda is based around proving that "the blacks were equally as bad" during the colonial period. Yes, the Zulu kingdom was absolutely an oppressive state based around assimilating nearby clans and tribes. Yes there was warfare between ethnic groups and tribes which ended in mass blood shed. No, this doesn't excuse apartheid or the genocide of numerous groups in the country. Colonized peoples don't need to be perfect to be victims of horrendous crimes againsf humanity which still effects people to this day.

I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.

I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?

All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet. I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest.

The MC is a girl who we’ll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girl™, Sue is Not Like Other Girls™, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy™ for a boyfriend. We’ll call him Dickhead.

Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One™ but he loves her really so it’s okay. Except it’s not okay because Sue is a Good Girl™ and holding out till marriage which he’s fine with except he’s got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words “hey stud” and he follows, dick out before she’s even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because she’s a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that he’ll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now he’s a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause it’s about to get weirder.

Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love™ who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! He’s been “instinctively protecting her from rapists” by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because that’s not fucking terrifying at all.

Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only she’d let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he can’t decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I don’t mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.

If you’ve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.

So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: “her breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldn’t stop”

This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be “god fucking dammit” as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.

When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with “a dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flower” (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, there’s more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and I’ll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and it’s all a bit of a blur.

A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEART” and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldn’t take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.

And that’s the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. You’re all fucking WELCOME.

Sorry to bring this searing back into your lives fam, but I feel it’s worth noting that people are tagging this as an “ancient relic” of tumblr text posts and how they’re so happy they see this every year and like guys, I hate to tell you this, but uh, this post is only six months old. I posted in on March 3rd 2016.

It only seems like years because every time you see it you age five years.

I just did a dramatic reading of this entire thing so I should probably like, reblog it or something

oh to not have eyes

being ace isnt tragic or weird, being ace doesnt mean you're "missing out" on anything. being ace/realizing im ace is probably the best thing thats ever happened to me

disclaimer: I am east asian. if anyone who is not white sees anything wrong with my phrasing, inaccuracies, or insensitivity, or something I missed, please feel free to add on. I'm just one person with one perspective; none of what I say should be taken as The Singular way to draw an Asian character. if you havent done so already, please take the effort to expand your view of Asian culture outside this one tutorial.

if a white person reblogs this and adds something stupid I'm going to bite and kick you like a wild animal

Rioting is happening in philadelphia for Walter Wallace. He was shot 10+ times by police while his mother stood by and begged them not to shoot. Witnesses say he had a knife but he was not near police nor was he coming near them. There was no attempt to de-escalate the situation before he was murdered.

Police have lost control of the city, and at least 12 police are in the hospital after altercations with protesters.

No one is talking about the situation. It is not trending. There is barely any media coverage for the situation, all information I have received has come straight from people living in Philly.

Raise awareness, look into the situation, speak up. Philly is in the midst of a revolution and we are hearing nothing about it.

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WHY WOULD YOU HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS

my friend: shows me some of their art me, trembling: nmdkfjhghjkdhghjksjdhfgdhsjkdjfhgbsnjdfhgdvhsbjhdfgvbjhkgfdcvbnjhgjfdcvbhghfjgdfcnvmbhkgjfghdxvcbnhghjfghdcvbhjhgfghjjkhgkldgjfgjghjshgyfgjhklqeuiyt3uioy8676r58907865ergheuoyitrtfd3hgjvie87t6t9uytuferghjklsduoidyfjhvbkhljiuyfhgvbnhjgyufcvbhjfvbhgyfdfxcvbjhlkjgyfhdcvnbnhjugyfhcbvnm,lhjgkjfghdfcjvhkbhlguyfdghcvbmnnhiyuityufhjgkhioyuyfthjhkiyuttfhgjio3yutfdhwgjijuieyutrftgjhwkieurytfghhgjkhsduisfgyjhvbkshldyfgjhvdbkshdyufgyjkhjsdhg I Love You