#my astigmatism ass will die

[collecting--stardust]

That vr46 is such a highlighter lol

[eightspringdays]

it was SO FUN to be outside the club with my neighbor waiting for the Uber under a pernicious SNOWFALL trying to know what the FUCK a damn toyota camry looked like... Literally

Uber: *approaching* are you [my legal name]?

Us: "... are you toyota camry 2022?"

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

The problem with noticing you have a vision problem is that it’s difficult to ignore you have a vision problem and your eye doctor appointment isn’t for another month or so

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

TWST As Lines I've Written/Said

Content Warning: Shitpost, suggestiveness(idk?) & swearing

Author's Note: These are either things I've said, or things that I've written down but haven't used... yet, might use them in the future, might not. Feel free to guess which is which.

Let the shenanigans begin!

Yuu, upon entering TWST

Yuu: “I’m motivated by spite and getting the fuck out of this damned place!” 

Crowley: “This damned place just so happens to be my school!” 

Yuu: “Yeah? Well, guess what Mr. Mystery Man, I fucking hate it here!” 

Crowley: “Rude.”

Typical Ace Behaviour

Yuu: “Behave, my friends are coming over.” 

Ace: “Weird. I didn’t know you were capable of having those.” 

Yuu: “You know what? You can go out and wait on the fire escape until they leave if you want to act like that.”

Capitalism Isn't Attractive

Deuce: “Do not fall for the pretty man with the fancy clothes!” 

Yuu: “Why not? He’s hot as fuck.” 

Deuce: “... He’s a capitalist.” 

Yuu: “THAT WHORE!”

Pissy Kitty

Leona: “Great, you again.” 

Yuu: “I’m thrilled to see you too, asshole.”

Floyd, just Floyd

Floyd: “Why not?” 

Yuu: “Unlike you, I don’t want to die!” 

Floyd: “Boo, you’re lame.”

Yuu Needs a Raise

Yuu: “My therapist will be thrilled to hear about this revelation.” 

Everyone: “What’s a therapist?”

Why Are You Like This?

Vil: “You are a blithering buffoon.” 

Yuu: “Takes one to know one.” 

Vil: “...Listen here you little piece of -”

Cryptid Hours

Yuu: *walks into room to find Idia sitting in the dark, facing the corner* “Did the voices win today?”

Idia: “Undecided.”

Yuu: “Okay then, let me know if that changes. Since I would like a headstart before you go all *insert demon noises* on me.”

After Any Overblot

Yuu: "I feel like a baked potato." *passes out*

The Adventures of Malleus

Malleus: “Tell me, Child of Man; do humans typically court through the acquiring and displaying of fish?”

Yuu: “Why?”

Malleus: *has been secretly using your phone for research and found himself on Tinder* “Just curious is all.”

Yuu: “... No, it’s not typical.”

Malleus: “Alright then, noted.”

Dear Professor Vargas, I regret to inform you that your attempts to woo a potential mate through your acquiring of fish may not be successful. And does the "DILF" shorts mean, "Darling, I Love Fish?" ... Asking for a friend. Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

Octopus Eyesight

Yuu: “Do you have astigmatism?”

Azul: “Do I have what?”

Yuu: “Astigmatism, like when you look at lights at night do you see lines? Since you have weird ass pupils.”

Azul: “...wait, that isn’t normal?”

Should I Be Nervous?

Yuu: “Have you ever been overcome with the lust for broccoli?”

Trey: ". . ."

Yuu: *squints, thinking* “Break glass in case of sudden lust for broccoli...”

Trey: "Should I leave?"

A Question to Ponder

Yuu: “Why do fictional men slap so hard? Like damn.”

Riddle: “Because they are not real and do not come with any of the negative consequences that often come with real men, also you can better idealize them… And anime, ‘Makes you go brrrrr,’ as you put it.”

College Life

Rollo: “I am running off 3 hours of sleep and a single croissant, do not test me.”

Baby Talk

Rook: “Ah, bonjour chatton!" *proceeds to babytalk to the cat in French*

Yuu's Type

Yuu: “I have 4 types; wet cat, malewife, girlboss, and whore." tag yourself

Crewel: "... You need to focus on your grades, not on some mutts."

What Do You Have?

Jamil: "What's that?"

Kalim: *hiding a cat that he stole from outside* "Uhhh, my love for you?"

Jamil: *annoyed* "Put it back outside, Kalim."

Kalim: *puts the cat in his face* "BUT LOOK AT THEM!! THEY BABEY!!!!"

[pyfilove]

⊹⊱《 Headcanons: Edward Nashton 》⊰⊹ NSFW

Note: Riddler is missing from these headcanons for the reason that these headcanons are related to my future fanfictions where Edward's alterego does not feature. Also in the future there will be a separate collection of headcanons for Riddler.

Note 2: I don't know English well and I use a translator, so sometimes the text may not be written correctly

Warning: Smoking; alcohol; mention of suicide and thoughts of self-harm; binding; strangulation; humiliation; dominance/submission; obscene language; oral sex; masturbation; candles; hickeys; bites; licking; mentions genitals; teasing; big age difference (Y/N is 25 years old and I think she already has the right to decide whether she should date a man older than her or not); ass spanking (guys, I don't know what to call it correctly XD).

Word count: 1694

— Smoking. Edward started smoking to have a reason to talk with his colleagues. He saw them going out together to chat during their smoking break, so he tried it, but it didn't work. He got the addiction, but he didn’t get the company of his colleagues and friends.

— Favorite cigarettes. Smokes stereotypically “feminine” cigarettes. He likes the taste of such cigarettes because they are not as bitter as regular ones, and he also likes their shape.

— He’s trying to quit smoking. Before Y/N appeared, he tried to quit smoking, which in principle worked well for him, but after the girl’s arrival and the fact that she smokes, he had to resume his addiction so that he would have reasons to talk to her during a session of getting nicotine into his lungs.

—  Doesn't drink alcohol. He is afraid that with such thoughts in his head he will drink himself to death and die a miserable death.

— He doesn’t know how to cook. He will be able to prepare something for himself, give it as a gift, or cook it, but not prepare any complex dishes. It seems he simply doesn’t have the motivation to cook, and he also has other “important things” to do with cooking.

— The apartment is always a wild mess. In his words, this is a creative order, because he knows where everything is and it doesn’t bother him. But he puts important things in alphabetical order. After Y/N moved, she had to establish this order only in her room.

— He only washes dishes on weekends. After work, he didn't really want to do the dishes, and in principle he lived alone. Of course, after Y/N moved, he had to start washing dishes, even though he considered it a waste of his time.

— Doesn't like rats. He is good with animals, but after his trauma with rats he seems to dislike them. He doesn't harm the rat in any way, he's just trying to avoid them. (His words in the comic also push me to this idea)

—  He fucking loves dogs. Because of loneliness, he would like to get a dog that would love him as he is. But due to the landlord, lack of time and lack of finances to provide for the dog, he prefers to just be touched by videos with dogs.

— Has terrible eyesight. Without glasses it's like having no hands. Astigmatism has haunted him since childhood. The first time Y/N heard these words from him, she didn't believe it. But he had to show articles on Google about this disease until she was convinced of it.

— Glasses. He hates being touched, touched, or even having his hands next to his glasses. He also doesn’t like it when Y/N takes them off. After all, he feels uncomfortable without them and he feels completely naked in front of her, and also because he can’t fucking see. He allows him to take off his glasses on “holidays” so that she can enjoy his face without glasses.

— Neat appearance. Since the orphanage, he has been haunted by the neatness that was instilled in him, even though this is not the most pleasant place in the world. He takes a shower every day, irons his shirt every day, and even the smell is pleasant. The hairstyle is also neat, even if it is a little overgrown. But damn, it suits him.

— Has a large number of shower gels. There was a shortage of soap in the orphanage, and these were bars of soap, but not liquid soap. So every time in a new family, he spent the maximum on gels, shampoos and conditioners. And how they smelled to him! As an adult, he has a lot of shower gels with different scents, but prefers to spend them wisely.

— Thoughts of self-harm. He didn’t want to commit suicide, but he had thoughts of harm while being angry at himself.

— Strange. The inability to communicate with people makes him shy, and in the eyes of people, strange and incomprehensible. For the first 1-2 months, Y/N couldn't understand Edward. It seemed to her that he did not like her, until after one conversation with a cigarette in his hands, he admitted that he simply did not know which way to approach and what to say.

NSFW:

— Glasses. Sometimes he deliberately tilts his head so that his glasses slide down his nose and adjust them gracefully back. This gives Y/N goosebumps. Sometimes she looks displeased from under her glasses when a girl has done something wrong, which also causes excitement throughout her body.

— Smoking. Wow, there’s so much to do with smoking, wow. He knows about Y/N’s little fetish for smoking, so he often smokes not near an open window, but in the apartment, even unceremoniously entering a girl’s room with a cigarette in his hands and always knowing what kind of cigarette he has.her there will be a reaction.

— Rules and agreements. As adults and normal people, they had several dialogues about what they like and what they don't. What to do and what not to do. They undoubtedly have safe words and stop actions. No one forces anyone and they try to monitor the emotional and physical state of their partner during sex.

— Licking. Loves to lick the hell out of her partner's body. More than kissing and biting. I also noticed that Y/N twitches more during this process than during kissing and biting.

— Hickeys and bites. Incredibly loves to leave marks on the hips, waist and shoulders. And also the next day after marking her body, she likes to check for bruises and teeth marks. He also loves it when Y//N also bites him and leaves hickeys. Looking at himself in the mirror, he runs his hands over them and smiles, feeling the warmth in his chest from the fact that he is no longer alone and he is also loved and adored.

— Candles. Uses special candles that are sold in sex shops. He likes to dribble molten wax onto her body and then massage Y/N gently. During this procedure, the girl falls asleep, which sometimes upsets him. At this time, he wipes the remaining oil from the girl’s back with a towel and lays her down to sleep, and then goes to the bathroom to calm down my excitement.

— Oral sex. Loves Y/N's wet cracks. He loves to be between her legs, and also loves when she squeezes him between her legs. Her eyes roll back every time she grabs his hair and presses him against her wet pussy. If he were paid a buck every time he wanted to give Y/N oral pleasure, then he would probably become a billionaire.

— Oral sex 2. The first time a girl gave him a blowjob, he was in 7th heaven. Not because he had wanted it for a long time, but because he didn’t feel so disgusting and ugly. Every time Y/N herself climbs under his feet and rubs face against his penis through the fabric of his pants, he feels so desired and loved that he sometimes cries during the process.

— Masturbation. Loves to jerk off Y/N, sometimes he teases during this process. She loves it so much when she begs and whines for him to fuck her while he plays with her wet folds with his fingers.

— Nickname. Due to their slightly large age gap of 10 years (Y/N 25, a Edward in mine headcanon 35.) he likes it when she calls him daddy. He also loves it when she calls him sir and master, when Edward dominates. And he also loves it when she calls him honey, dog and favorite when the girl dominates. He also prefers to call her baby and his toy. During submission he calls her mistress.

— Dominance and submission. He loves to be in all roles, although he likes to dominate more. But he also loves it when Y/N takes the initiative, it feeds his ego. But also after dominating him, he sometimes feels empty, which is why the girl happily calms him down.

— Spanking. Sometimes he likes to punish her like this for some little pranks, first tying her hands well. He does this carefully at first, and then stops when she begins to tremble in his arms.

— Humiliation. Does not like to use humiliation during the process. After all, how can you insult a person you value and love? But despite this, during wild excitement and when he is already fucking Y/N hard, he can use dirty words and dirty sentences. At such a moment, he calls her a slut, a dirty bitch, a dirty whore who fucks with garbage and TD. He prefers that Y/N sometimes humiliates him too, at this moment he feels so insignificant that he wants to cry, and his penis begins to harden even more and twitches a little from excitement. After the end of the process, he begins to cry in the arms of Y/N, who calms him down

— Strangulation. WELL... IN ORDER... I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON. After long conversations on this topic, they came to the conclusion that the two of them liked it. Edward loves to squeeze Y/N's throat because she gets pleasure from it. And Edward himself enjoys being strangled with his own tie. At this moment, he feels like a dog on a leash, that he only has to gladly obey the owner’s instructions.

— Bondage. Shibari is one of his hobbies after he started dating Y/N. He likes how the ropes hug her body, how lewdly she lies in his hands and how she trustingly lies while he ties knots. Also prefers the classic way of tying a girl's hands. I also don’t mind being tied up, completely surrendering to Y/N’s control. Definitely likes to use his tie to tie Y/N's hands. He ties it tightly, securing it well, and ties a bow to make it seem like Y/N is his gift. Looking into your eyes and seeing primal adoration and admiration there drives him crazy every time.

[yungcrybby-anonymousbosch666]

i have astigmatism.

i fucking hate winter because it means i'll have to drive at night which i avoid because headlights blind me and i can barely see the lines in the road. now i have to go to night school because my school only has classes at night.

and my old ass car's battery is probably going to DIE one cold night after class. it's not a matter of "if" but "when". when i least expect it and have no money for a tow.

[speedrunner-fuchs-wulf]

Yes. We should.

Why?

I have a mild astigmatism. Just enough of one that at just the right distance, at just the right brightness, I have trouble differentiating 8s and 0s on my digital clock due to the star effect my astigmatism causes to bright lights. Typically, I don't have this issue as I'm not looking directly into bright lights. But, if no matter how far or near I am to a light source, these obscenely bright headlights, for instance, I am having trouble seeing things because the star effect from the lights, that my astigmatism causes, bleeds so far out from the light source that other objects get obscured, then there's a major problem. My mother doesn't like driving at night because of similar eye issues.

If I, a 21 year old, as of Jan 2023, has the same issues with obscenely bright headlights as my 72 year old mother, then there's a problem.

I want to love driving at night because nighttime is my favorite time of day, but I can't because some of us humans decided having a superhero signal strapped to the front of our cars was a grand Idea.

People sometimes forget vision disabilities that aren't blindness or near/farsightedness, but with headlights like these, you must think about people like me and my mother as well.

What if someone wrecks their car because of someone else's bright ass headlights? What if that person wrecks and dies because of super bright headlights? Then what? Will you, whoever uses the obscenely bright headlights, still peddle these headlights as a good Idea? I sure hope not.

I try my best to be a safe driver, I really do. But it makes things extremely hard for me to be a safe driver when the optimal situation when dealing with super bright headlights is to put on my hazards and pull over until the car with the obscenely bright headlights leaves. But this doesn't work if there is no place to pull over, like a bridge, or mountain road.

I'm not just sour. I'm fuckin' angry, and in more ways than one about this. Why? Because if I can't see while driving at night because some schmuck decided it was a good Idea to signal for the Titanic to come to port each time they drove at night/in dark areas, I could crash my car, and I could die if the crash is bad enough. Or my mother could crash, and possibly die.

I'd like to not crash and die because my eyes can't handle headlights brighter than those on my Rav4, thank you very much.

TL:DR You don't get one. I'm too sick and tired about being unable to see the fuckin' road because of other people's obscenely bright headlights that I want you to read the whole post.

Note: I only curse when I'm angry. Take that as you will.

Headlights are just too bright now. We gotta regulate them.

(And before anyone says it’s just an aiming problem - no. Like I apologize to the headlight aficionados clearly lusting after lighthouses, chernobyl, or the death star, but no amount of aiming is gonna fix the fact that the moment your car encounters any kind of hill, curve, or bump, my retinas are vaporized by a shade of blue-white previously known only to god. Just accept your limits and settle for a soft orange like the rest of us)

[dopaminergicaddictions]

My eyes have been strained. They have been hurting a little especially the right one. I mean I don't remember this happening when my left eye went. My right eye def is the most strained but the left is too a little.

I'm definitely getting a new prescription tbh. I guess I have to pull 75$ or more out of my ass cause the right absolutely has a astigmatism. And I'm sure it's going to be gone by next March.

I wish I could wear contacts. I can't even think about it. I'm def going to be in glasses until the day I die.

I'm debating trying not wearing them. Maybe my eyes will feel less strained. I have to go March 5th. I'm kinda excited to pick out new frames but all my pairs will be garbage :(

I'm going to only have one pair for a while. I got to try to make sure they fit me right. And the glass is glass or something good cause the plastic was dog shit. I loved the frames but everything looks what's the word, cloudy I guess.

[lcgacyofages]

sb: why do you always try to have black font on a light background?

me:

“Research on legibility issues regarding color has provided some very clear results. Black text on a white background is by far the most legible combination. In one study, even the slight difference of a darkly colored body type on a white back-ground resulted in a significantly reduced comprehension rate among participants. 

However, black text set on lightly tinted backgrounds (as in this example) has proved to be highly legible and can improve readability as well; studies have shown that most people nd tinted backgrounds attractive. Background tints should generally not exceed a 10-percent grayscale value though, because at that point legibility starts to diminish rapidly. 

According to the same research, white body type on a black background (as in this example) proved to be a highly illegible combination. Of the combinations tested, reader comprehension proved lowest for white text on a black background. This is because  white  text  on  a  black  background  can  produce  an  optical  dazzle  effect, making reading difficult and tiring to the eyes of the readers.” 

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

The Beauty of Storms

Written for @lost-in-thought-20

Summary: Janus hates storms, Logan loves them. Logan shows Janus the beauty behind them when Janus is having a tough day.

Notes: Based on the prompt ‘late night storms with loceit’. So hear is some very self indulgent teenage fluff

Taglist: @sanderdarksides @moons-the-nightmare @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @1stressedanddepressed @xoaningout @lily-janus @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @thebittybonesaddict @just-a-little-anxious @parksthefrog @randomacnhfan (Ask if you want to be added)

Ao3

Word count: 1468

TWs: implied/referenced homophobia

The pitch-black sky brightens as the lightning strikes. Storms are everything I hate; loud noises, bright lights, and the ominous feeling of drowning from the rain.

Of course, it’s just my luck to get stuck outside in the middle of a storm. I check my watch, 10 pm. Great, it’s too late for any store to be open to find shelter in. I wander around the town until I find somewhere familiar to escape the rain.

I’m surprised no one asked ‘Hey, Janus! Why are you out at night in the rain? Shouldn’t you go home?’ The answer to that question is my parents are dicks to gay people, which is me, so I left. Thinking back, it might have been a good idea to check the weather before storming out of my house. Oh, well. Too late for that now.

Maybe I’ll get struck by lightning or die from hypothermia. The lights of my small town blur together. Astigmatisms in the rain are not fun. That’s what I get for running out of the house without my contacts or even my spare glasses.

I list all the places I could go to tonight. Roman and Remus live all the way on the other side of town, at least another 30-minute walk. So that’s not ideal. Definitely not Patton’s house, his extreme kindness is unsettling. That leaves either Virgil or Logan. Both seem like a pleasant place to go, but what would their parents say to a random-ass teenager showing up to their door late at night soaking wet. Maybe I’ll just find a tree to wait out the storm under. Then I’ll fucking die great, trees always get struck by lightning.

I start walking again in a random direction. Honestly, at this point, I hope a kidnapper van pulls up then I will least be protected from the rain. Mindlessly I walk until I’m in front of a familiar house, Logan’s house. No cars in the driveway, that’s a good sign. Logan is most likely home even though his parents are nowhere to be seen. It’s not like he goes to parties on a Friday night.

I suck in my breath as the doorbell rings. How embarrassing is it to show up to your friend’s house while drenched to the bone and shivering?

A confused face greets me, “Oh? Janus. I was not expecting you at this hour.” He gasps finally realizing, “You are soaking wet! This simply will not do. We need to get up warmed up and into dry clothes immediately.” Before I can respond or try to stop him, Logan pulls me by my arm into his foyer. I kick off my dripping shoes and follow Logan upstairs.

“You are shaking.” His monotone but sweet voice cuts through my constant stream of thoughts. I didn’t even realize I started to shake, “How about I run you a hot bath so you warm up?”

“That does sound a bit pleasant,” My lips drop into a slight smile, it’s no wonder Logan is my favorite out of our small friend group. I twiddle my thumbs as Logan runs the water, occasionally sticking his hand underneath to check the temperature.

“I will get you fresh clothes to put after. Free feel to take your time, Janus.” Logan shuts the door behind him. I instantly feel better the second I get the disgusting wet clothes off. They stick to me in every uncomfortable way. The warm bath helps my bones feel less like icIcles. I close my eyes and drift off to a fantasy world I created in my head. It’s nice and peaceful. Quiet, no yelling, and a cute nerd next to me.

A gentle tap knocks on the door, “Hey, Janus. I know I said take your time but it’s has been more than a half-hour and I wanted to make sure you are alright in there.” It’s been that long already? Hmmm. I must have drifted deep into my fantasy world this time. Sometimes I like that world better than the real one, it’s easy to get lost in there.

I drain the water and wrap myself in the large soft towel Logan left for me. My head slowly peaks out as I creek open the door, “Sorry.”

“No worries. I was just making sure you were alright and didn’t fall asleep in there.” Logan’s smile makes me feel weird and almost fluttery, “There is a pile of clothes on my bed. They should fit, I believe we are a very similar size.” Logan steps out of his room to give me privacy while I change.

“I’m decent now.” Logan returns to his room. It feels weird that he gave up his room so I could change. I could have changed in the bathroom or somewhere else. It makes me wonder is Logan this hospital to everyone or…?

Logan hands me a pair of spare glasses with my prescription. He claims he keeps a spare of everyone’s prescription just in case but I have never seen an extra pair for Patton or Roman. It could just be my gay hopeless self but this seems like something you would do for a person you have feelings for, not that Logan would ever admit he has feelings.

“Would you like to explain why you are here?” Logan pauses for a moment, seeming to regret what he asked, “Not that I don’t want you here. You are always welcome, in fact, more than welcome. It just came as a bit of a surprise to find you here soaking wet.” Logan’s stammering is cute.

“The usual. I don’t like my parents and they don’t like me, so here I am.” I nervously laugh. I trust Logan, I really do, but I’m not in the mood to go into detail.

The thunder crashes in the distance and the lightning gives off a blaring bright flash. I jump backwards and fall into Logan’s strong arms, the blush creeps across my face. Logan looks like he is internally screaming but in a good way, “Wow, I love storms so fucking much.”

“I am actually quite fond of harsh weathers conditions like this.” I give Logan a confused glance.

“How? Just how? It is loud, bright, and it will kill us all.” That’s probably a bit of an exaggeration but I’m dramatic, sue me.

“Everything has beauty in it. Even the storms. Once you learn all the facts and science behind these weather conditions, they no longer seem as terrifying.” I love it when Logan talks about anything or everything he is interested in. I could listen to him for hours, “If you would like, I could teach you about thunderstorms and how they happen.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind hearing.” I say very calmly, trying to hide my excitement from the thought of getting to hear Logan go on about something he is passionate about. I am jumping up and down with joy, in my head of course. There is nothing better than getting to hear Logan talk. He gently pulls me onto his bed and covers us in a heavy blanket. It’s so comfy I could drift off to sleep in his safe and warm arms but not yet.

“For starters thunderstorms form when the warm air rises and turns into cold air. The water vapor condensates into water droplets. In a convection cell, the water droplets rise and fall. After a large number of water droplets gather together, thunderstorm clouds begin to form.” As Logan begins to teach me about storms, I lean closer into him. When he doesn’t react negatively, I rest my head on his shoulder, “Now for the interesting part!” Logan’s face lights up when he says that, “Lightning is a discharge of electricity that is nearly 30,000 degrees Celsius! When the air heats and expands it causes an explosion. The sound the lightning makes is called thunder. Not many people know that thunder is the sound lightning makes. That means if you ever hear thunder there is also lightning even if you can’t see it yet.”

My eyelids get heavy and I have trouble keeping them open. I try to reason with my brain to let me stay up for just a few more minutes but that bastard says no. Logan continues to talk but most of the words get jumbled together as I fall asleep.

“Do you have any questions?” Logan asks, “Oh! You fell asleep.” That’s not true! I’m like half asleep at best but too much so to answer, “Goodnight, Janus.” A soft pair of lips kiss my forehead. Did Logan just kiss me goodnight? I guess I’ll find out tomorrow. My wave of endless thoughts calm in Logan’s presence and I blissfully fall asleep in his arms.

[bayoblr]

How Bayonetta made me feel good about myself

Yall, I'm @harlequin-swan and my Bayonetta shitposting kind of exploded so I decided to start a side blog for it lmao anyways

One of the reasons I'm absolutely obsessed with this game (character, more specifically) is that it actually improved my self-esteem. Yup. You read it right.

I've been using prescripted eyeglasses my whole life and since I was a child. I have a really bad miopia with tiny bit of astigmatism too. All I see when I'm not with them is a confusing blur hell. I remember receiving a letter from a class mate when I got my first pair: there was a scribble of an awfully ugly child that was supposed to be me and a saying: "You look horrible with glasses". Not to mention that people gave up on putting a small effort on remembering my name. Most time, I was "the one with (color) glasses".

That got better with time. Glasses aren't much of an alien thing today. But I keep receiving "compliments" like: "OMG you're beautiful, your hair is to die for, I wish I had your skin, but you'd look so much better without those glasses! Wouldn't you consider a surgery?". In media, the girl with eyeglasses is most times shy, submissive, or a huge ass nerd, all of that stereotype. I didn't want to be the quiet one. I've always been the diva of my friend group. I'm the great dancer who gives advice on how to make your false eyelashes stay on and will club in extreme heels. But I'm constantly wrongly labelled as the submissive because of the same repeated stereotype.

Then I found Bayonetta.

I bought it exclusively because I could relate to her so much. Dance! Couture looks! Heels!!!!!! She's the type of character I've wanted to be like my entire life - but her glasses are actually part of her sex appeal. That hit on me differently. She wasn't only a diva, she also breaks the eyeglasses stereotype.

I embraced my bad eyesight as she does with her heritage - I "should" feel ashamed for that, but I give zero fucks. There are so many things that I relate with Cereza, but her eyeglasses were really game-changing for me. I won't anymore stumble around just because someone said that I will look prettier without them. I AM the pretty-faced one and that face does include glasses.

Also, that's me, just in case someone's curious:

[dragaoel]

 Jun'ichirō, aka Jun (- Silverdell)

the volume of the radio slowly dwindles down and only static noise is left to be heard

"those are dangerous words"

"not for him " Anja replies, her head laying on her outstretched arm that's on the table , her whole posture the embodiment of laziness. "loved ones always have it easier here"

"Not always" Jun says grimly and glances out of the window" it's because he's an outsider that he's allowed more freedom than any of us"

"aren't you a loved one too?"

Jun sighs deeply and turns towards the albino girl. For a second ,pain , frustration and a hint of panic can be seen in his eyes before it vanishes. He lets out a bitter laugh.

"and you saw where that lead me to,half dead in a ditch"

INTRODUCTION JUN : 

half japanese half black

has waist long black thick hair and brown skin 

has a ‘’prince in anguish’’ aura but masks it with him being over the top ridiculous and dramatic

is 5′11

born 12th october (libra)

‘‘the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math’‘

Jun is my favourite character, i made him on a whim as a side character in a old story and then i started using him more and more as a background character until i realized the potential he had. He's also one of the character whom i put into a lot of  different aus, the most favourite one was where he was a vampire who loved laying in the garden and eat roses all day

Rukiya (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘i have dreams about them’‘ Rukiya says and plucks a string on her bass. The deep note rumbles through the room and her short curls moves along as she drops her head lower 

‘‘i'm high in the sky, looking down onto a land that seems oh so familiar, with people screaming at me asking me to help them’‘

‘’do you understand them? ‘’ a band member asks

‘‘weirdly i do’‘ Rukiya answers ‘‘ it seems to be in my native language but also not, as if it was way before everything happened, you know, the ancient time’‘ 

INTRODUCTION RUKIYA :

Out of the both of them Rukiya is the older twin by 4 minutes

she’s also the artsy one than her sister whos into sports

wears black literally 24/7 and has dark circles despite sleeping enough

is 5′9

is black (kenyan) 

mole on the left side of her cheek

fluent in her native tongue kiswahili 

Majors in Film

loves anything that has to do with space nd aliens

born 24th january (aquarius)

has a sweet tooth

*cocks gun* ‘’basements haunted’’

i like the idea of twins that are completely the opposite of each other. Rukiya just like Imara have a big chunk of my personality in them, it's just that i lean more towards Rukiya than Imara. 

Akiho (-Though the god’s have left)

Kneeling down, she cocks her head to the side, her eyes cold and her lips pressed into a thin line ‘’ dont think your actions won't have consequences’’ she sneers ‘’ the next time i see you harassing another girl again i'll make you wish you were never born’’ 

Akiho dusts herself , picks up the bat , glances one last time at the boy laying on the floor and walks away, the echoes of her shoes the only noise to be heard

INTRODUCTION AKIHO :

is 5′4

majors in theater

her fashion style is y2k

is the other one of the dumbass duo

has freckles on her nose

is japanese

doesn't like sweet things usually eats traditional sweets made by her mom or things that are sour/bitter, but salty food has to be spicy asf

born, 14th april (aries)

her side teeth are really pointy

has long peach colored straight hair

‘‘I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip’‘

Akiho comes from a family of 3, she's the youngest sibling and she has that energy. She likes to play with her oldest brother children, doesn't want any on her own though. will fight anyone who is disrespectful, esp towards women 

Hyunjin (-Though the god’s have left)

The tall girl slumps her body onto her girlfriend shoulder, watching her fry the fish in the pan into charcoal. Hyunjin wrinkles her nose in a attempt to push the glasses up without having to actually touch them, before she sighs deeply. 

‘‘Just-’‘ she starts and softly takes ‘‘let me do it, otherwise you'll burn the kitchen down like last time’‘

Praveena puffs her cheeks up ‘’that actually wasn't my fault, it was the gasherd-’’

‘‘i know i know’‘ Hyunjin chuckles and kisses her cheek ‘‘but i have a exam tomorrow and i would like not not have an indigestion’‘ she frowns and flips the fish over and sighs. It seems the fish can’t be saved anymore. 

INTRODUCTION HYUNJIN :

korean

has short dyed blue hair, but the back part is longer than the front part.

is ‘5′10

majors in engineering technology

born 14th may (taurus)

has literally no sense of style and wears glasses cause she has a slight astigmatism that you can't really see

has a mole next to her right eye

‘‘a financially unstable mess but at the liquor store they call me ma’am’‘

honestly out of all the characters i draw hyunjin the most. In the beginning  she  had shoulder length but then i shortened it because i liked it more. She's an only child and her mother runs a bakery while her father works in a office. She's the calm type that's constantly tired because she never sleeps 

Praveena  (-Though the god’s have left)

She shuffles the cards and lays them out on the table. The customers sees the fool, the moon and the star. Praveena touches them with her fingertips ‘’ you seem to be either at the beginning or at the end of a new journey ’’ she pauses and thinks ‘’but either way you're prepared for what is to come’’

The customers nods ‘’i'm soon moving away from this city’’

‘‘I see’‘ Praveena counters and points at the next card ‘‘the moon indicates that you’re hesitant  and fearful in your decision, there might be something from the past that is holding you back and influencing you in the present and possibly the future

the customer tenses up, her eyes fixed on the card and her lips tight

‘‘though’‘ Praveena continues ‘‘at the end you’ll be at peace and glad that you pushed through all the turbulences 

INTRODUCTION PRAVEENA : 

tamil ,dark skin with long wavy violet dyed hair

Hyunjin’s girlfriend

has calm energy but is also very erratic 

loves astrology & tarot

majors in psychology

5′5

born 20 july (cancer)

has droopy eyes

‘‘god cant help you now’‘

i made praveena cause i wanted a harmonious wlw couple, that have that ‘’old married pair’’ plus out of all the ocs those two are the ones that i drew first. Praveena has the tendency to blow things up how though is a mystery and hyunjin always has to clean up everything. 

Imara (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘no listen, it doesn't make sense why would you wear a bra and some tight ass pants knowing you’re about to fight people who have knives and GUNS?’’ Imara asks perturbed.

‘‘Cause men are horny’‘ Rukiya retorts and raises an eyebrow

‘‘still doesn't make sense like wow!, some fucking boobs, like really? really? is that what gets you going? just some breast pressed up in a bra that is too damn tight and a flat stomach on a skinny ass girl that has absolute no muscles despite the training she went through?

Rukiya sighs ‘’ is this about-’’

‘‘lara croft yes’‘ Imara interrupts and slams her finger on the table ‘‘and im going to die on this hill that men shouldn't be allowed to create games!’‘

INTRODUCTION  IMARA:

plays games a lot, esp the loz series

has curly dyed blonde hair that's mostly tied in a ponytail  or a bun because she cant be bothered with it, though rukiya helps her all the time cause she never really learned how to deal with curly hair. 

Is on a baseball sponsorship because she's that good (she's a pitcher)

is totally tone deaf unlike her twin

isnt good with crows ie: strangers crowding around her after her team won a game

is kenyan

5′9

has a mole next to her upper lips on the left side

loves 90's rnb & hip hop music

‘‘he proclaimed his undying love and asked me to do the same, i had to overcome my desire to laugh’‘

Imara does have a slight complex about being a twin because she feels like Rukiya is the cooler one despite people loving her too. She's loud and boisterous basically a chad, but better. She's dorky and literally spends her free time gaming but she doesn't just play any game shes v specific when it comes to that. Her mom always has a headache because of her but thats okay but in the end her mom loves her to death.

Ava (-Though the god’s have left)

‘’do you you know how much it's sucks that at the end of all of this , i'm the one waiting for them?’’ Ava exclaims ‘’that i'm the one who will have to watch them go through the door to be evaluated? that i'm ultimately the end?

‘‘you’re not all alone-’‘

‘‘you don't understand’’ Ava interrupts, as she points at the short girl ‘’ i will have to watch my mom, my family that raised me go through that door and know that that will be the last time i will see them in that body!’’

INTRODUCTION  AVA:

She’s haitian 

keeps her hair in a short chin length dark blue bob

majors in sociology 

she and akiho are the ‘’comedy duo’’ of the group

is 5′6

born 4th november (scorpio)

‘‘my only crime was that i was down to clown’‘ 

When i make akiho i felt like she needed a companion so i made ava, both of them were inspired by the early 2000 shows characters. Although Ava likes to goof around she's also very studious and serious about her future. She comes from a family of 6 and she’s the second oldest. She and her older sister fight constantly 

Nïrnaya (Dawn over the horizon)

‘‘Magic’‘ the elf stars, her tall stature hunched over the herbs ‘’ is in the nature we’re surrounded in, in the mountains that stand high and the rivers that flow into the deep sea’’

she straightens up and walks over to Nïrnaya ‘’ we might lose everything.’’ She pokes the girl on the forehead ‘’but magic will forever stay with you because its the core of your being‘’ 

INTRODUCTION NÏRNAYA :

shes a mischievous 15 year old 

 has black curly long hair that are mostly braided

does not want to do this whole adventure thing because of how it reminds her too much of the ‘’chosen one trope’’ and thats too much responsibilities

born during the year of the earth dragon

‘‘snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems’‘ 

i came up with this story and character because i wanted a book where a black girl for once was the main character, where she could experience the same thing as other mc (ie eragon etc) basically i wanted black representation in a medieval-esque world but with my own spin because the world itself is not very western like

[lasermagnets]

Story Time: World’s Worst Date?

This happened in May, but I think about it all the time and I want to record just how bad it was before old age blesses me to forget it happened.

It was the night before my last two finals: physics and physics. I made a coffee date with this kid from tinder because I had never been on a date and I just wanted to see what it was like. He was an engineering student from a nearby college and I thought it would be cool to talk to someone also interested in physics like I was/am. I stayed up all night studying (rookie freshman) for my finals and we planned to meet at like 7 PM because my last final went until 5:30. He was I think 30 minutes late. If not 30 then at least 15 minutes because he got lost thinking he didn’t need his GPS once he got to the town. This kid pulls up in his family car. A mini cooper. He was dressed like an absolute idiot, I’m not even going to try to sugar coat it. It was brown checkered/gingham knee length shorts with a dingy ass beige t-shirt. I wore mascara for this. Needless to say, all coffee shops were closed as they should be and we went to Panera Bread instead. Before that though, this big city kid comes to my town of 10,000 people asking if we have any small shops or literally any other options besides Starbucks. Clearly the answer was no. Once we were in the car he asks me how I want him to drive on a scale of 1-10 because apparently mini coopers do that. I say a six and he says “oo okay.” Him, not knowing how to drive stick shift tells me that driving stick shift is so much fun and that I should learn. Okay. Also found out shortly after that he’s the type of person that speeds down school zones because he can’t read numbers either. He assures me he’s a really good driver. We were both in car accidents this year. He asks at the beginning of all this if I want to see a movie after this and boo boo the fool me says sure. 

We get to Panera and he orders food: a broccoli and cheddar bread bowl. I ordered a smoothie because the original plan was coffee. Not trying to stray from the agenda at this point. When he gestures to me to order I asked if he was paying and he shrugged and in a nonchalant voice said “It’s only a smoothie.” Right. We sit down and get our food. He says he loves the bread bowl and he eats it every time. This boy talked for 2 straight hours. I maybe said 2 things. In 2 hours. 2. things. A highlight was: 

Southern people have accents because they’re uneducated

Making conversation, I say that I want to go see A Quiet Place because they use American Sign Language etc. I told him on tinder that I knew sign language and somehow we got to him saying “Isn’t sign language universal?” Like he would know. Like he knows even one version of sign language. I educate this boy on how they’re developed independently of each other because of how communities come about and he tells me that he gets it, it’s just variations. Right, just like how Latin is derived from Ancient Chinese. I’m going on about deaf culture to him at this sad little booth at Panera and I say that “there’s a stigma in deaf culture where people think all deaf people are-” he cuts me off here to say “stupid.” Thanks for the contribution. I couldn’t finish one fucking sentence for these two hours and at his piss poor attempt to relate to me insults my culture as a coda. Nice, going gr8 at this point. And it is true that deaf people are portrayed as less intelligent because of how they speak, but that’s not where I was going at all considering we were talking about monster movies. Just his absolute confidence in his answer, like yes, this is what she was going to say, I know this to be true. He asks me if my mom can drive, because she’s deaf. How does she pull over for police or ambulances. How does she function.

He’s asking me if I’ve ever been out of the country, etc, rich kid stuff, I’m saying no and I say that the only time I’ve been in a plane was to go skydiving. He says that he’d “love to jump out of his friend’s plane, because she has one, with a parachute” and I’m like I don’t think you can legally do that like you need a certain amount of jumps tandem before they let you do it solo, and you need to release your parachute at a certain altitude all this stuff because I actually did this, not him. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person he’d ever seen in his life, but really I was just a woman. Head tilted, eyes squinted, smiling, trying to be nice, then compares it to base jumping. I ask him if base jumping is usually from 13000 feet. And it doesn’t even matter if you could do this and survive, whatever. The point here is that he didn’t trust me or my knowledge for one second and the disbelief was unreal.

He said that he did a short internship at a research lab and that he would watch them build this “really cool thing,” collect their data and then just dissemble it. Then told me his concern was why they were tearing it down when they should be worrying about how to make profit off of this. Sounds like a business major in a physic major skin to me... He asked me why I didn’t want to be an engineer anymore and I said that my teacher in high school said he was one for years and years and was miserable as an engineer because it’s a desk job. He said “oh yeah, I guess, but that’s why I want to go into civil engineering and be out in the field” I told him my teacher was a civil engineer. 

Finally, two hours later, after 9 PM and he says “do you want to go?” And at this point I’m dragging through the desert of conversations, listening to him go on and on about his life, the driest conversations. I’ve also been awake for over 35 hours, too, and I have to pack my room to move out the next day. He asks if I still want to see the movie, but after this shit show I’m really not doing it. I told him no because I had two finals, stayed up all night, still have to pack and yanno sleep. He looked a little desperate at this point, his eyes widened and he said in a defensive tone, “Well you can sleep-” but cut himself off before he could say sleep in the movie theater. Yikes.

When we’re leaving Panera, the front door is locked, we’ve been there that long. Instead of approaching a salesperson like a regular. human. being. He starts yelling “EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME WE’RE LOCKED OUT,” with the most worried face thinking that he’s really going to die in this panera bread. That’s when I knew country club server boy has never worked a real retail job. I was so fucking embarrassed when this happened I was glad no one was in that Panera Bread on a Tuesday night. The nice Panera bread worker leads us to a side door, where it is unlocked. We’re walking to his car and he’s really talking down to the last possible moments. I have my hand on the car door handle waiting for him to just fucking open it and he’s standing outside persistent to tell his story about the drunk Russian people to the very end. 

When we’re finally finally driving back he really asks me if I’ve ever fallen asleep in a movie theater like he is still on this. I tell him no because I pay to be there. We’re driving on this diamond interchange and he’s literally nutting at the sight of it, he’s like “Oh, I know what this is! I saw it in a presentation!” I said “It must’ve been some presentation,” as an final prayer to god to smite me dead right then and there. Mr. Good driver runs a red light, and when I tell him that he says “oh, sorry, I didn’t see it” bitch I got an astigmatism and I still saw it. He drops me off, I glance at him because he’s talking and open the door to begin the recovery stages of grief. He’s still talking. I’m standing outside his car for maybe 15 seconds before just shutting it right in the middle of a sentence. I walked away, opened tinder, unmatched, and deleted the app.

He didn’t even finish the bread bowl.

[macbookpro-hard-drive]

uhhh u kno what

in honor of the fact ill be 18 in three days, here’s 18 facts abt me i guess :3c

im left handed

i have astigmatism in one eye and im more nearsighted in my left and farsighted in my right 

im allergic to lavender and sulfa drugs

i fucking love big cats. lions are my favorite. 

i like wearing sweatshirts n curling up in bed cozy on rainy days (and sometimes napping bc rain is the Best nap weather)

ive only seen snow once and that was back in january

ive been to new york once! i saw pippin, phantom of the opera, the fantastics, and the rockettes christmas spectacular at radio city music hall and i loved it and i wanna go back and maybe live in new york one day

ive written a book before. never pursued publishing bc i was both 15 and going to rewrite that shit and revise bits and pieces. i never rewrote that shit. it was a fantasy novel.

romance and fantasy are my two favorite genres to write! romance bc im a hopeless romantic and fantasy because i love world-building a lot :0

i wanted to pursue baking and pastry arts at the culinary institute of america. i didnt have enough financial aid to attend. (i still would do it if given the chance)

my favorite musical is probably RENT or the spongebob musical or once upon a mattress! once upon a mattress bc it was the musical that started my love of theatre, RENT bc its just so fucking good and spongebob bc its just a rly rly fucking good show tbh

my favorite bmc character is rich, as u can probably tell from my 20k fic abt his dumb ass.

i read all my tags! i love it when ppl reblog my work but if u reblog and put tags there is a 100% chance i would die for u

while i love rich, my favorite characters to write for is jeremy! his dialogue comes super easy to me and honestly his actions in general due to both spending the entire musical in his head, and bc i relate to jeremy a lot! so 99% of the time im like “hm... what would i do in this situation?” and tweak it a little to make it more suitable for jeremy

ive probably spent too much time playing sims 3 and sims 4

ive listened to the nsp covers of songs way too many times and the other day i was driving my dad to work the other day and ‘everybody wants to rule the world’ came on and i had a moment of ‘wait FUCK i forgot the nsp song was a cover’

my favorite color is blue! i cant even be specific bc i like blue in general :3c

game grumps and doodle date are two of my favorite youtube channels tbh! leigh ellexson also has a p rad channel and i like watching her speedpaints

thank u happy early bday 2 me

[jxxhyuk-blog]

( JEON WONWOO | CISMALE | HE/HIM ) you’ve heard of matthew kim, right ?? wait, really ? they’re the friendly writer who’s way too obsessed with music, geek culture, & web toons. somehow, they managed to major in english in college. i think they’re twenty-one. they’re the kind of boy next door that enjoys doodling all over his notebooks or any papers around him, staying home to read a good book or watch a tv show instead of going out, & writing song lyrics. some people told me they’re supposedly pretty imaginative, supportive, & considerate. but i think they’re just blinded by a pretty face. they’re clearly laid-back, forgetful, & compulsive. their favorite thing about buzzfeed is the quizzes.

‘SUP KIDS! this is your friendly neighborhood spider-man hels, the mid-20s old ass woman girl who typed an app in record time and almost hurt herself (the problems of being old, istg). you know what else is a record? me, having a 21 year old muse. IT’S BEEN MONTHS, ISTG, I’M THE GRANDMA FRIEND™ (please refer to this post) I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH YOU YOUNGSTERS. but here i am, SO LOVE MY BABY GEEK LAZY BOY. he’s very Relatable as you all might notice in this post and in future interactions djaskld. ALSO!! i didn’t forget the people in my ims, ok, i will get there in a bit. but if we ain’t talking yet and you’d like to plot with matthew, like this post and i will message you! enough about ooc bs, let’s go to the interesting (and actual helpful to plot) part, shall we!?

everyone knows him by matthew, but that’s his “adopted” english name. his real name is kim joohyuk. he’s too used to matthew (or matt), though!! his mother (and me) is the only one who still calls him joohyuk or hyukie.  

talking about his mother: she is his only family. she got pregnant during high school, the child was obviously her boyfriend’s, but he couldn’t accept the situation (it would ruin his future, the college applications he had already sent, would make his parents drop him, for sure). on another hand, she never thought on not having the child, as she grew up in a christian, catholic family. telling her parents was a pain, though―they said how disappointed they were and how they would not help her, that she would have to take full responsibility for her doings. and so she did: through struggles of moving far away from her family and past for her own sake, she gave birth to matthew in new jersey.  

the age difference between he and his mom is 17, almost 18. that being said, it comes with no surprise that she is his best friend. she raised him, making sure he would never think she didn’t support him, and basically put all her future on him. he knows her story and she is the person he admires the most and never stops trying to make her even more proud of him.  

truth be told, he had a pretty normal childhood. he was a happy, intelligent kid, very accepting of others, had a lot of friends and played with them a lot. he also played soccer growing up and, tbh, he’s pretty good? though he became kind lazy the older he got...  

although bullied in middle and high school, he managed to keep himself together. of course, though, that made him grow a bit more introverted and insecure, more into trying to enjoy his own person and not putting much expectation on other people (or even himself).  

he was always a year ahead, thus, he got into college earlier and recently graduated in nyu. he was an intern in buzzfeed new york, but after graduation, he got transfered to atlanta as a writer (he couldn’t be happier, tbh).  

although his mother doesn’t live with him, she did move to atlanta too. talk about the best mom and hype woman in the world.  

i wouldn’t say he is new around here, because, you know, he’s been in atlanta for months now so...  

EXTRA STUFF...  

“has he ever been to sdcc?” you can bet he saved money just to go literally to the other side of the country (as he lived in new york) just to go to sdcc (he went at least three years in a roll during college). “but there’s a comic con in new york!” he doesn’t care, he wanted SAN DIEGO’s.  

“what kind of tv shows he likes?” sci-fi, anything that doesn’t make any sense, comedy shows, anything that makes him think too hard.  

though his taste for books follow this same thing, he doesn’t deny “classics”... he’s a bookworm... he reads anything, truly.  

“marvel or dc?” he prefers to die than to choose (but he is trash for xmen, so... you see the problem...)  

as for music... he listens pretty much anything? it really depends on his mood.  

which brings me to: he will sing disney movies songs, he might even sing high school musical (rip son), and he will quote animation movies and expect you to get it (and if you don’t, he will shake his head with a tsk)  

ngl, he’s kind of a hopeless romantic. you know those people who believe in fate and “things happen for a reason”? so... matthew.  

he’s always writing something... either for work or for himself. from song lyrics to actual stories, either messy organized on his desk or on his laptop’s folders.  

ALSO! his specs are for real... he has eyestrain and little astigmatism. but no, he doesn’t use them all the time, but at work? while writing? definitely!   

so, that all being said, let’s talk about PLOTS: anything is very wanted, so bring it on, fAM!! a best friend, close friends, ex fling (i am saying fling bc??? “has matthew ever dated for real?” idk man???), other writers!!!!!, people who try to drag him out and he gets all “my tv shows won’t be watched by themselves”, people to complain about his mess at work, people to press him to do his stuff on time, people from the tasty team that has to kick him out before he gets the food, neighbors!!!!!....... seriously, anything, just come @ me and let’s brainstorm

[thegospelofnagisa]

My thoughts

This talk about illnesses and being ableist and how you just bought up pro-life makes me want to share some stuff.  This is just from my personal experience, maybe people have seen this differently.

I just want to go ahead and say that my mother had this growth on her face when she was a child(6 years old) that could have became cancer if it wasn’t removed,  As a result, she has spent most of her life being tested to make sure it doesn’t come back not just where it grew, but other places too.  When I was younger, I thought it was a common adult thing, so I feared the day I would come of age and wind up going through the medical things she does.  Growing up, I would nonchalantly tell people about it and as a result if I ever made that person angry they would tell me they hope my mother dies or I get cancer.(I actually had a teacher make fun of me because my parents always took it out on me when my mothers health started acting up and when i told a teacher I couldn’t do shit for her, the teacher never did shit for our club and she was the only teacher on campus who had the authority to handle it because not many people who major in the subject, business, would become teachers until we were blessed with a new teacher my senior year)  Now, I do know that cancer can be hereditary (I don’t mean that when you’re born you’re carrying it from day 1 until time comes, I mean you’ll most likely get it if family members have, but there’s other factors to consider to it as well), but using threats like that is petty and makes you an asshole.  When I was 16 I had a “cancer scare” (doctors were like “I think you might have cancer” and here comes medicine, tests, and weeks of tears until they were like “sorry, we made a mistake, you’re ok”) and a lot of people took advantage of me at that time, they thought it was cute to laugh and torment me with it.  During this time I had a friend who would tell me I should have been aborted because I obviously had cancer (I know, fuck that bitch).  Shit, looks like everyone who had the possibility of having cancer shouldn’t reproduce.  Abortion can be a pretty touchy subject, personally I wouldn’t get one, but I understand the reasons people have to get them.  I mean, some people really aren’t mentally, financially, and/or they don’t want to have children.  I perfectly understand why people want their children to be born healthy.  When I say healthy, I mean with functioning lungs, brain and other organs that could hinder the child from living.  You gotta breathe so your lungs have to work and with the brain there’s actually a disorder where there’s water in a baby’s head and causes so many complications and it can even kill the baby.  I don’t know about you guys, but I would be devastated if I had a child immediately die after they were born.  If anything, I want my child with functioning lungs and a brain.  When I say healthy, I don’t mean good vision or good hearing. Both my parents have bad vision and as a result my siblings and I have to wear glasses/contacts to see.  Hell, I can’t even see out one of my eyes and I’ll probably have to get laser eye surgery.  Not only vision, but my youngest sister and I had so many issues with our hearing when we were younger that we had to get surgery and checkups for it regularly to make sure we wouldn’t have hearing loss and need hearing aids when we were older.  People are so damn fast to jump and scream “ableist” when you say you want a healthy baby that they don’t fucking consider all the health issues a child can have.  I’m okay if my baby has hearing or vision issues, I just don’t want one that won’t possibly live to their 1st birthday.  When someone says they want a healthy baby, consider that they want a child that lives after birth! Back to pro-life, yes we all die eventually, but don’t shame someone who wants to get an abortion because the baby has some issue and will most likely die after they’re born.

Also, people do romanticize illnesses!  Some stuff isn’t fun to have.  I have PSTD and shit, I feel so bad for people that had to deal with me.  I would scare the shit out of my family when I would be having a panic attack or when my nightmares would make me scream my ass off. You just can’t hug or kiss them away, it actually makes it worse for me.  The mindset people have is stupid.  How about you actually ask them why they want things to be a certain way.  Like i said, I want my child to be able to live, I don’t care if they have things like dyslexia or an astigmatism.

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*Claps*