#‘why are you always smiling?
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tostonera · 1 year ago
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Do you guys understand how grateful I am to have had access to an education which gave me the ability to pursue a career that allows me to make my own income and live independently? I am a woman in my early twenties, childless and unmarried, with a job/income, I have so many options. Do you understand that my grandmother was illiterate, a child maid who married at 18 and had fifteen children? She had zero options. We are far from done, but my infinite joy and endless gratitude for all the women who made this possible will remain forever and ever. I won’t let my discouragement with the world stop me from enjoying the liberties I do have.
Y mi abuelita 😔…siempre ando con la curiosidad: ¿Qué tipo de vida hubiese tenido ella si pudiera escribir su propio nombre?
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chloesimaginationthings · 5 months ago
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Glamrock Freddy's life is so hard in FNAF...
(Based off @/sweepswoop’s comic)
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hinamie · 5 months ago
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big fan of panels where they look like they wld beat me up
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giantkillerjack · 2 years ago
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
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Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
Plain-text version:
Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
#hlep#original#mental health#my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it#i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support#and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of#huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the#longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel#i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop
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fuckyeahchinesefashion · 2 months ago
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Cnetizens: 'OMG TV shows in the 90's were much better than today''We were so well fed in the past'
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lovedecoded · 2 months ago
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bless his heart. he doesn't have a clue in the world
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bruciemilf · 2 years ago
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I wonder how many times Clark and the batkids + Alfred revived Bruce with the Lazarus Pit and just never told him abt it
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somegrumpynerd · 8 months ago
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I think one of the few times Dust actually laughs - like genuinely really laughs - is when Killer hurts himself. Not like when he's out of control and gets hurt or anything, but just when he like falls over without meaning to or something.
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Like 90% of the time he's focused in on his guilt and self hatred and can force himself not to even crack a smile, but every now and then he sees Killer eat shit and it just breaks him
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raplinenthusiasts · 1 year ago
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boyfriend <3
for @outroindigo
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thebest-medicine · 7 months ago
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Deku’s Damn Smile
MHA - BakuDeku - lee!midoriya, ler!bakugo, brief ler!class 1A, adorable ticklish dork deku - [read on ao3]
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Summary: In which Bakugo slowly becomes more and more enamored with Izuku’s smile… 
A/N: I like them so much your honor! AHHH! written in the form of little snippets of time
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Whenever Bakugo brought his dorm room trash through the building to take outside late in the day, he typically didn’t expect to encounter much on his short journey. Maybe a movie night in the common room or a few students up late studying, never really much noise.
This evening, however, as soon as Bakugo opens his door, he hears a piercing shriek coming down the hall. Then, wild, cackling laughter. His face warms as he realizes he recognizes it right away. Izuku.
He drops the bag back into his freshly changed trash can, closes his door quietly, and turns in the direction of the commotion.
The sound of the familiar, bubbly laughter draws his steps forward, quickening their pace as he approaches the common room. 
“Oi!” Bakugo enters with a quizzical scowl that quickly transforms to an expression between pleased and confused, maybe with a little hint of jealousy in the mix. “What, you guys tickling the poor nerd to death without me?” 
“Kacchahahahan?” Izuku squeals just as Shoji wraps a second set of arms around Izuku’s elbows to help keep his arms pinned up over his head, just in time for Kaminari to dig his fingers into Midoriya’s armpits. “Guhuhuhuhuys nohohoho!”
They’re in a misshapen heap on the floor, the lot of them. Shoji is laying back with Midoriya pulled against his chest, holding him now at wrist and elbow to keep his arms up. His third set of arms appear lower, pinching around the backs of Izuku’s lower ribs. Denki has a wild grin on his face as he reaches in and tickles under his arms. Kirishima has a rock-solid grip on one of Deku’s ankles and is tickling away at his undocked foot. Mina and Ochaco are struggling with the other leg, squeezing at his knee and calf and occasionally down to his foot. They’re basically laying across him, trying to hold back the squealing, giggling, ticklish hero-in-training. 
Mina reaches up, frustrated with the amount of squirming his leg is doing, and pokes a few times into his stomach, near his bellybutton. Midoriya shouts out another cackling laugh. 
He’s practically hypnotized by the sight when Katsuki hears. “Kacchahahan heheheheheehe- hehehehehelp!”
Bakugo smirks then, finding his footing again. “Heh, oh you know I’m gonna help.” 
“Nononononono! Wahahahait!” Deku cackles in protest as Katsuki approaches the pile of students on the floor with an eager, mildly evil grin on his face. With a crack of his knuckles, Kacchan takes his place at Izuku’s side with wiggling fingers.
“Alright, seriously, what’s wrong with you?” 
Izuku’s forehead wrinkles in concern. “What are you talking about?” 
“Come on, you always come at problems with a smile on your face. You’re scowling right now.”
Izuku softens. “I’m just taking the assignment seriously.”
“I’m serious too. Don’t make me make you.” 
Midoriya turned to look at him, frustrated with wide eyes. “Make me what?” 
“Smile.” Katsuki replied as though it was obvious.
“What, are you gonna tell me a joke? Come on Kacchan, seriously, we have a time limit to get this done.” 
“Oh I know. Won’t take long.” He flexes his fingers and reaches out toward Midoriya, who flinches with a familiar jolt of recognition. 
“Wait…Kacchan, y-you don’t mean—”
Bakugo smirks at him and pushes in closer, bringing hands in to connect with Izuku’s sides. They tickle and poke and prod into the sensitive muscle there, and Deku can’t do much other than fold. He wheezes out a laugh as he crumbles inward from the tickling. 
Bakugo follows with ease. “See, there it is!” 
“Ahaha- Kacchahahahahan! Quihihihit it! Nohohoho—” Midoriya gasps through his surprised laughter. His eyes are squeezed shut tightly as he contorts in on himself; he wears a red blush high on his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. 
“See? Easy.” Katsuki backs off a few long seconds later, reaching a hand down to help Deku up. “Alright, now that that’s settled, let’s win this.” 
“W-why… did you.?” Izuku whines with a giggle.
“Oh come on, you know you plan better when you’re smiling and not all in your head.” Bakugo offers as though it’s an obvious answer. “Now what’re you thinking?” 
“Oh, heh- well, uh.. thanks then? I guess.” Izuku shrugs, blush still pink on his cheeks. “Anyway, what I was thinking was we could—” And as he continued explaining, they could both tell Bakugo had been right.
Izuku’s mind is so wrapped up in his current thoughts that he almost smacks right into Bakugo in the middle of the hall, stopping short when he hears. “Hey, nerd. What’s eating at you?”
“What?” Midoriya blinks, looks up.
“You’re walking around with a scowl on your face.” Bakugo observes. “Trying to copy my look?” 
“Huh? No, of course not Kacchan. I was just…” Midoriya deflates a little. “Thinking about stuff.” 
“Well, then do it with a smile on your face like you usually do!”
“Wha-” Izuku stops, turning to look at him. Just then, Katsuki reaches out to tweak his side. Izuku squeals, choking back a sudden laugh. “Hey!” 
“There. That’s better.” Bakugo shrugs with a sly grin. “Much more like you.” 
“Kacchan, what are you—”
“Hey.” Another squeeze to his side and Izuku squawks. “You wipe that stupid smile off your face and I’ll really get you, got it?” 
“Wha?” Izuku blushes, his smile morphing into a nervous grin.
“I’m serious.”
Izuku continues to smile as Katsuki walks on by, both unaware of the flutter of butterflies in the other’s stomach from the interaction.
On the first free evening of the weekend, Midoriya and Bakugo find themselves watching an old All Might film, cozy on their respective ends of the couch in the dorm. The movie is loud. The smell of fresh popcorn hangs in the air. Izuku sniffles slightly on the other end of the couch—
“Oi, what are you crying about over there?”
“T-This is a really sad part..” 
“Okay, first of all, it’s a movie.” Bakugo rolls his eyes, kneeing his own leg into Izuku’s. “Plus, it’s an All Might movie! He’s always smiling even if shit’s sad, don’t you wanna make that part of your hero schtick too?” Kacchan teases, nudging more at Izuku’s foot that is draped toward him across the cushions. He gets an idea. 
Smirking, Katsuki reaches over and grabs onto Midoriya’s ankle, towing it in a little closer.
“H-Hey, what are you doing?” Izuku’s eyes flicker from Kacchan’s wrist to his face. He wipes the tears from his cheek as a nervous smile grows on his face.
“Cheering you up, nerd.” Katsuki smirks back at him. “You’re welcome.” 
Izuku crumbles into giggles right away. “Wait! Kacchahahaha- nohohohoho! We’re gonna mihihihiss the moviehehehehehee!”
“Relax, we can rewind.” 
“Nahahahaha Kacchan! Eheheehehee quihihihihit it!” Deku pleads through his soft giggling as Bakugo scratches gently up and down the trapped sole of his foot. 
“You done crying?” 
“Yehehehehehes!” 
“Good.” Katsuki pats his foot twice and then releases him.
“Ehehe- my foot’s all tihihingly now.” Midoriya whines, rubbing his sole against the couch. 
“Here, let me—”
“—No! You’ve helped enough!” Izuku cuts him off with a panicked little laugh. 
“Shut up, nerd. I won’t tickle you.” 
“I hehehe- I don’t know if yohohou can help it.” 
Bakugo stops, raising an eyebrow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Ehehe- nothing.” Izuku giggles, blushing. “Just- you’ve been tickling me a lot more lately, and—”
Bakugo cuts him off with a scoff, a blush rising on his face before he mumbles out. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish..”
“It’s alright I… I don’t mind that much.” Izuku holds his hands up defensively with a smile, the movie long forgotten. “And it’s been- you’ve been kinda… almost sweet about it lately, too, ya know?” 
“—What?” Katsuki scoffs. “Shut up!”
“Like, every time, you said it’s because you’re trying to get me to smile or something..” Izuku continues bashfully. 
Katsuki holds a stare for as long as he can before he ducks his head with his own warm blush. His legs fidget and squirm along the couch, until Izuku pushes his foot against Bakugo’s knee and grounds him. 
“Don’t get all sappy on me, idiot.” Katsuki protests, but his voice is soft, quiet. A few beats of blushing silence follow before he continues. “We missed like 15 minutes of the movie, where’s the remote anyway?” 
“I think I might’ve kicked it off…oops.” Izuku laughs before leaning over the edge of the couch to look for it. 
Bakugo watches him, fond expression hidden as Midoriya looks under the couch. He knows he’ll probably get the urge to see the nerd smile again soon.
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xxplastic-cubexx · 25 days ago
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erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal
[Magneto (2011)]
#cherik#snap chats#if i had a nickel every time erik went by 'mr xavier' at some point id have two and its making me wheeze#like at least the first time it was to be headmaster or whatever so it at least makes sense but vjaevlEVEKJV WHY#needed our mandatory charles mention for the magneto issue ig alright ill take it#legit tho why did he feel inclined to steal charles name vjelkvjeaklj like his names 'erik magnus' in this#while i was trying to answer that fashion ask i stumbled upon this thing and gave it a quick read#its only one issue and fairly short so why not#Context Squad I Guess this issue's just sharing the first time erik moves to new york#hence. stealing charles name i guess vjaLVKJAJKL like girl you didnt do anything evil yet ..... alright .... just to be sure ig...#do you ever think he freezes getting called mr xavier or is he so used to it at this point#maybe he twirling his hair and giggling to himself every time he hear it idk#oh but yeah he didnt do anything evil yet. he actually gets his suit in this issue from a woman named cassandra .....#not charles sister of course but still im laughing anyway because he wants her to join him in his Not-Brotherhood group#and shes like 'i met you like five days ago youre insane' and the sort#its an ok read. its unnerving seeing erik smile so much- especially so broadly but its not like. an offensive issue. its standard#it does the job on sharing the story. not that im a critic of any sort vjalkjkaLJ#at the very least it's implied erik has a notable accent in this so thats very cool 🥰#its always cute whenever erik admits hes a drama lover too like vjeLVJEalkvjelkj like at least hes self aware this theater kid 😩#ok bye ive been meaning to work on something but ive been running around all day valkvjkae
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slytherinshua · 1 month ago
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txt writers are literally so bad at using tags properly pls just tag the fic for the member its written for not every member omg it’s so annoying trying to find smth for tae or kai and only seeing choi line I get that they’re more popular but it only makes it harder to find stuff for tyunning like I’m already in a drought every tyunning bias barely gets fics and if ppl do write for them it’s always like ot5 headcanons not to mention trying to navigate the miles of smut to find actual fluff is an impossible task oh my god I’m so sick of it all pls just give me tae fics in peace
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mishy-mashy · 9 months ago
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Just a little fun detail..
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THAT KUDO IS SO SHORT HE TUCKS HIS PANTS IN HIGH BOOTS.
Bruce wears those pants just fine, so he wears normal shoes. But Kudo? Look at how big they are on him. He wears boots almost up to his KNEES just to wear those pants. They're so baggy on him that the middle part for where the crotch goes, it's also almost down to his knees
Guy, where'd you get the pants? Are you just that short? Or did you take them from the long-legged Bruce?
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maximura · 9 months ago
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i-like-forcefem · 2 months ago
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Hey so uh I wanted to ask about that candy bar you gave me at the Halloween party last night, I ate it before bed (it tasted really good) but when I woke up I started to notice some things. My voice sounds kinda softer and higher pitched than before, my body feels tingly and kinda soft, my hair looks a lot longer and fuller than I remember it being, and every time I look in the mirror I think I look thinner than before...my clothes feel uncomfortable...people have been saying I look and sound cute and every time they compliment me I start blushing...n-not that I'm in any pain, don't worry, it's just...uh...w-where did you get that candy bar from again?
Awwww, well cutie the bars are ones I make by with plenty of love, specially for Halloween and a secret recipe I can’t just share with anyone
But since you seem to enjoy them so much let’s make a little deal!
I’ll let you Trick or Treat everyday! Just come here with a new fun outfit everyday and you’ll never run out of candy bars!
That said the bars work the best if you eat them everyday (and they can have quite some withdrawal symptoms) and I only have you the first bar because your costume was so so adorable and cute and feminine, and just so you know you’ve set the standard now cutie!
If you want more candy bars you better come back in an even cuter outfit, and also make sure to walk here in broad daylight where everyone can see! No cars allowed, most of the fun from Halloween is that anyone can see your costume, so you do need the show off phase
Got it cutie? Good Girl! Now take one more bar as a free-bee and I expect you here in much more appropriate clothing tomorrow, if you want another bar of course
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fumifooms · 2 months ago
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Raising my eyebrow
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