noibatitty:

freeiwatobiswimm:

Rin speaking English!!! Haruka trying to understand! Omg XD now we all knows someday, Rin can speak to us! O//.///o

THIS IS SO FUCKINGG SURREAL LISTENING TO AUSTRALIAN ACCENTS IN ANIME WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT IM HAVIG AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE HERE THIS TOOK ME SO OFF GUARD. I DIDNT EXPECT THEM TO GET ACTUAL AUSTRALIANS TO VOICE ACT THOSE PEOPLE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I EXPECTED. THIS IS SO WEIRD.

Let me tell you how dumb I am it never once occurred to me that they’d be speaking English, or that Rin knows how to speak English because he lived in Australia (like there’s that Free short where he helps Nitori with English homework, and like, I never connected that, duh, he would have to know English because of Australia).  

It also never occurred to me who he stayed with, either, like I know he went but I was never like, “Huh how did he live there, who did he live with?”  Like I was watching this episode like, “Oh duh…”  

Also can his Australian family come to Japan to see him in nationals?

because-b:

Let’s not kid ourselves, we all know what’s responsible for Haru’s new found dream — Aussie ass.

stfuadachi:

I had to. They’re such children lol.

Both voices are me, as always… Sorry if it sounds a bit off, I’m sick lol.

Enjoy c:

This is perfect!

peachibunni:

Yay! I found pictures of my friend Olivia and I as Madoka and Sailor Moon! Olivia is a fabulous Madoka! 

This is glorious, look at how cute they are!

rockets:

i need this hella self indulgent AU in my life sob

avengette:

cuntsman-sniper:

destielkills:

twowandsandadrink:

totemo-kawaii—ne:

omgtsn:

shittingllamas:

dudewhodoesthings:

kystokeable:

sizvideos:

Watch it in video

No. 

No this is not funny.

Whether or not it is a joke, I’ve gone onto the channel and there are multiple videos similar to this, which makes me think they’re fake.

Doesn’t matter. 

These videos enforce the idea to parents that yes, the answer to stop your child becoming obsessed with games is to DESTROY them.

No. This is not funny. It is things like this that cause events such as the father who SHOT his daughter’s laptop to bits to occur. These jokes enforce the attitude that people are ‘wrong’ for loving games.

For wanting to play games. 

For some people (including myself), games are a serious escape from horrid realities. The only escape some people can get. The idea that this man (boy?) is wrong for being so upset is disgusting to me?

This is horrific. This is abuse. This is wrong.

This is a sure fire way to get your kids to hate you.

do people not understand how much video games cost?

Video games are a multi-billion dollar business. Some people are good at it. Very good. Do not squander your child’s talents, help them realize them and strengthen them. There are other ways to get your child outside without destroying their games and everything they work for. This won’t solve anything; this will only set them back further.

do this to your childs anything and they will automatically hate you/not trust you

It doesn’t matter what it is

It doesn’t matter if its their video games or if its their smoking pipe

If you just destroy it/throw it away, you are giving no explanation as to why it’s bad/you don’t want them to have it

This can actually psychologically mess a kid up because you teach them that if someone doesn’t like something, they should destroy it

That can lead to some serious problems with socializing with others and other things

dont do that to people

dont

I had a notebook I used to write in all the time. I did that thing that Margo did in Paper Towns where she criss crossed her writing, but I did it so I’d have enough room to write everything. I took it everywhere wtih me and wouldn’t let my parents even start the car unless I had in in my lap. My dad got really annoyed by this and said I needed to throw the notebook away, what was written in it wasn’t important anyway (it was to me, very much so). So one day he took and ran it through the paper shredder.
Ever since I’ve had an intense fear of losing my notebooks and currently have a colletion of 53 blank notebooks and 16 that have been written in because I’ve started hoarding them.
Long story short, don’t fucking do this to your kids. You think it’s harmless and some people even think it’s clever, but you’re really just an asshole and are causing actual psychological problems for your children.

I have a plush rabbit that I’ve had since Easter of the year I was born (I was about 2 months old when I got it). It quickly became a comfort thing for me and I used to go everywhere with it as a child. When my mum and dad split up was when I became kind of dependent on having it around.
If ever I did anything wrong mum always threatened to take it away from me, which obviously caused my 6-year-old self to kick and scream and cry because I needed it.
One day I lost it for 6 or 7 months (turns out it was in my room the whole time but shh it was very well hidden & neither myself or my mum know how it got there)
That was the point that my mum realised she couldn’t threaten to take it away because holy shit I changed so much in those months.

Seriously, if your child is dependent on something, or takes great comfort in having it around
DO NOT TAKE IT FROM THEM.
It does not matter how old your child is, what their comfort item is, if it’s a video games console - don’t take it from them. If it’s their phone - don’t take it from them. If they’re 18 and still sleep with a teddybear - don’t take it from them.

This also goes for if your child is self-harming. If they have a blade in their bedroom and you find it DO NOT THROW IT OUT. Talk to them about it, be as supportive as you can, but do not think “oh well if I get rid of it they’ll be fine”. It can be seriously distressing and also lead to them becoming creative with what they use.

Getting a job and becoming an active member of society is important, but this is not the way to get your kid to do so. As others have previously stated, this is how to get your kid to hate you. Have a problem with your kids? Talk. To. Them.

Stop acting like your kid’s hobby is hazardous.  Video games, comic books, cosplay, stop assuming that something you perceive as strange has a negative effect, because I bet if this boy was into football as much as he was into video games this video would’ve never happened. Destroying what your kid loves will only create hostility, instead, try understanding it and not treating it like trash.  

paradigmation:

paradigmation:

Track 1: Haruka and Makoto on a Snow Day

Makoto: Today, Haru and I promised to go shopping in the neighbouring town… But Haru might still be in the bath tub, so I better go pick him up… Ah! Haru?
Haruka: …Makoto.
Makoto: Good morning! So you were already prepared! You’re very quick today! I thought you might still be in the bath tub.
Haruka: …I was still in there until a moment ago. But… It wasn’t enough… It’s still far from the water that I want to feel…
Makoto: Um… I don’t really get it but, Haru, even if it’s a warm bath, if you stay in there for too long in this time of the year you’ll catch a cold!
Haruka: I’m not that weak. Rather, I’d feel uncomfortable if I don’t soak in the bath tub.
Makoto: Haha! That’s very Haru like. But when it’s this cold, I just want to stay under a kotatsu…
Makoto: [ wind blows ]Ughh! It’s so c-cold… The wind is freezing… My ears hurt… Haru, they say that today is going to be the coldest day of the year…
Haruka: Is that so.
Makoto: Hmmm… I always think this, but… Haru, aren’t you cold wearing so little?
Haruka: Not particularly.
Makoto: I feel cold just looking at you! Geez… Unlike you, when I got up this morning I already felt freezing cold, so I wore lots of layers underneath my coat today…
Haruka: Aren’t you wearing too much today? You look a lot bigger than usual.
Makoto: Eh? Really?! Ah… Is it weird?
Haruka: Never mind that, let’s go, or we’ll miss the train.
Makoto: Ah! Wait for me Haru!

Makoto: Uwah… The snow’s all piled up! Isn’t there a lot this year?
Haruka: Isn’t it the same as usual?
Makoto: Really? I always feel like it piles as high as it used to when we were small and played in it. Back then, it felt like we were about to be buried by it… Ehehe~
Haruka: What is it, all of a sudden?
Makoto: Hehe… No, I just remembered something from a long time ago and felt nostalgic… When the snow piled up, I’d go make an igloo with Haru…
Makoto: One time we made a huge igloo, then we stayed in there for a long time, didn’t we? We grabbed things from our house and put them into the igloo… And then [laughs], because it was so comfortable we fell asleep, and our mums worriedly came looking for us…
Haruka: Now that you mention, that did happen… And then the next day Makoto got stuck in bed with a fever.
Makoto: That’s right! That same day, Haru also had a fever too!
Haruka: I got better really quick…
Makoto: Even after we got better, didn’t we get banned from playing in the snow for a while? …But because I was worried the igloo would cave in, I went to check on it but got caught by mum…
Haruka: …You did something like that? You…
Makoto: I really liked that igloo! Because Haru made that igloo so beautifully, I thought it would be a waste if it caved in… Haru, didn’t you build a shelf inside? That was such a surprise!
Haruka: …It was so simple… And it was something I made as a kid, so it’s nothing impressive…
[ wind blows ]
Makoto: Uwaah!! So cold! The wind is freezing… My feet won’t move…
Haruka: [ sighs ]
Makoto: Haru!! You walk too fast! Wait for me!
Haruka: Only because you’re slow. Come on, hurry up.
Makoto: Ah, wait up!

Makoto: Ughhh… It’s so cold.. My hands are freezing…
Haruka: Makoto, be quiet… We’re almost at the station, bear with it a little longer.
Makoto: But the ocean winds are so…! Hah… It really is particularly cold by the coast…
Haruka: You were the one who wanted to go shopping, so stop yelling “it’s so cold, it’s so cold” all the time.
Makoto: Nghh… Even so… But Haru was the one who said there was something he wanted to buy too! …Haru, could it be that you forced yourself to come along?
Haruka: …Not really. I didn’t say that.
Makoto: Thank goodness. Haru, aren’t you cold? Are you okay?
Haruka: [ sniffs ] I’m fine.
Makoto: If that’s the case, then… Haru!? Your lips are turning purple! And you’re shaking! As I thought, you’d be cold wearing so little!
Haruka: I’m not really— [ sneezes ]
Makoto: Geez… Even if you’re putting up a front, I can tell! Here, I’ll lend you some clothes! …Wear this, and wrap this around you…
Haruka: I’m fine, I don’t need it… Stop it, Makoto!
Makoto: There we go! You have to wear this and that like this…
Haruka: Makoto, I said that’s enough! 
Makoto: And then this…
Haruka: I said I don’t need it! Makoto, how many layers were you wearing!? 
Makoto: Come on, Haru, stop moving! I can’t wrap this properly if you don’t!
Haruka: Hey! Don’t wrap the scarf around me so messily! You’re going to… Bury my face…!
Makoto: And then tie a knot here…!
Haruka: My neck…!
Makoto: There! You should be a little warmer now…
Haruka: [ coughs ] Makoto, I can’t breathe… The scarf is too tight…! 
Makoto: Eh? Uwah!?! Ah!! Sorry, I’ll loosen it right now!! …How about now?
Haruka: …Makoto… You’ve always had idiotic strength… So think a little before you do something…
Makoto: I said I’m sorry! Or rather… Isn’t it mean, saying something like idiotic strength!!
Haruka: No matter how you think about it, it’s idiotic strength. You rely on your physical strength in everything you do.
Makoto: Shut up, you! 
Haruka: And your clothes are huge and heavy… It’s hard to walk in them… I’m giving them back.
Makoto: That won’t do, Haru! You’ll catch a cold! …Geez… Haru always looks fine at the beginning, but when you get halfway you’d feel cold… Listen to me and wear it!
Haruka:I’m saying I’m fine. [ sneezes ]
Makoto: You’re sneezing again… Not convincing at all! Come on, at least wear it to the station!
Haruka: …Even though I said I’m not cold…
Makoto: You look cold no matter what! …Gosh, lending you a coat and scarf is nothing.
Haruka: I prefer clothes that are easy to move in…
Makoto: Yes, yes.
Haruka: To begin with, Makoto, if you lent me so much, you’ll get cold. I’m giving them back, after all… 
Makoto: Ehehe~ I’ll be alright! Didn’t I say I wore a lot today? So I’ll be fine. Thank you, Haru.
Haruka: …Only because I don’t want you yelling about it being cold again… 
Makoto: Yes, yes! Hehe… Ah, Haru, the train’s nearly here! Let’s hurry!
Haruka: Yeah…

(note: translations are done from japanese -> chinese -> english, so there may be small differences)

Man this is perfect after that last episode huh?  *cries a bunch*

the-goddamazon:

sourcedumal:

acceber74:

sorchaception:

sourcedumal:

Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise

This is a really intriguing statement to me, and I’m thinking it through trying to figure it out, but my brain’s not making the connection. What am I missing? I can see the “progressive” part, I think, since it tends to mean the central female character is black. But how is it feminist? I’m not meaning that in a challenging or confrontational way. I am genuinely interested.

Kerry Washington, on her role as Bromhilda in Django Unchained

On playing the damsel in distress: Look I can see how it’s not particularly feminist [for white women] to play the princess in the tower, waiting to be saved. But as a black woman – we’ve never been afforded that luxury. There was no man coming to save you; it wasn’t part of the story. In some ways, this telling is a statement of empowerment.

It’s feminist when it’s viewed through the intersection of race because all women aren’t treated the same and never have been.  Things a white woman views as empowering (like being a “strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man”) isn’t empowering for black women, as we’re expected to always save/protect/defend/care for ourselves (and everyone else) and never have anyone saving/protecting/defending/caring for us.  

Exactly. We don’t get to be saved. We’re too busy being portrayed as saving everyone else. In EVERY. FORM. OF. MEDIA.

Even in the supposed fairy tales, we save ourselves *glares at PATF*

Note how the fandom SCREAMS AND HOWLS when Black women are romanced. They whine and cry about ‘ruining the character’ because they ‘wanted a female character who was badass and didn’t need a relationship’

That  character is always black. ALWAYS. We are expected to be devoid of any and all sexuality and feelings. We dont get love. We don’t get affection. We don’t get to be vulnerable and saved by a knight in shining armor.

And because Blackness is the polar opposite of whiteness, and whiteness has sole control over womanhood, we are denied femininity, delicacy, and fragility.

Black women being saved is EMPOWERING because having to save my damn self from white supremacy is not a selling point.

We are

This is what I meant the other day when I was talking about how I would love to get down with the “empowering female characters through independence and lack of masculine relationships” but until the stereotype of Black women being these strong, mammy, magical negro types in narratives are squashed, I am all for writing Black women characters who are vulnerable, delicate, and damsels-in-distress who get the hero at the end of the story.

All the luxuries white women have been afforded from the beginning is just a showcase of privilege. Their brand of feminism is “We’re tired of being portrayed as ONLY feminine, we can be masculine and strong too!” but for Black feminism, the breaking of seemingly inextricable chains is vastly different.

WE ARE PORTRAYED AS THE POLAR OPPOSITE OF WHITE WOMEN. Where white women are portrayed as soft-spoken, excellent diction, and pleasant company, Black women are portrayed as loud, AAVE-using, disreputable company and unpleasant to be around.

Feminism means different things to different women, but our brand of feminism is breaking our own stereotypes and stigmas which are different from the ones white women have to face. We ALL face sexism, but you have to be able to intersect those with how race factors into it and how it is an integral part of how you are viewed and treated as a woman.

I actually went to a panel that addressed this very thing at WisCon this year.  I thought it was so interesting because I never once thought about this before.  

Interestingly enough this just came up on my Facebook.  I posted something about the whole Ray Rice thing (him knocking out Janay Palmer in the elevator), and my mom made a comment about how yes, it was wrong, absolutely, but why in the hell would she still marry him?  She should leave his ass.

One of my friends (white) responded about how it’s so wrong to victim blame, how it’s not that easy.

My mom responded back about how you should never let anyone do that to you, you leave the person, period.    

Anyhow, this debate went back and forth and this post just made me realize that… they’re coming from two different places.  As black women we’re told to be strong, to not take shit from anyone, ever.  And my mom knows women who were attacked in their relationships.  One stabbed the guy in response, the other hit him with her car.  We don’t take shit, period.  And that’s great.

At the same time that kind of instills this in us, to the point of if someone has a moment of weakness it’s, “What the hell are you doing?”  And it’s not just us who say that to each other.  "Why did she go back to him?“ Is asked from everyone: black, white, media, everything.  Instead of feeling bad for her, now we feel like she’s doing something wrong.  We’re angry at her for going back to him.  How dare she.  She must be in it for the money.  That’s not what a strong black woman would do.  A strong, black woman would fight back, or leave his ass.  I mean my mom flat out said to me, "If that were me and he knocked me out, he better not be there when I wake up or else.”  We HAVE to be strong, have to have a thick skin, we’re taught about the wrongs of the world and told to be ready to face them.  You won’t see us break down, won’t see us cry, and if you do it’ll be temporary until we get up and fight back.

Is it bad to be strong in certain situations?  No, of course not.  At the same time there’s nothing wrong if you don’t have that strength, if you need help, if you need to take your time to get through something.  This supposed strength we have isn’t developed overnight, it’s developed over time.  The problem is that we rarely see the process, we rarely see the struggling black woman, the crying black woman, the unsure black woman, the confused black woman, we just see the end result.  And even then the end result isn’t always pleasant (watch a Tyler Perry movie like Temptation to see what I mean by that).  

arthaemisia-deactivated20170611:

I love my skin!

Bless!

yonejiro:

Our Love Stage group from yaoicon

*flails over Love Stage cosplay*