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Alexia.20. Uruguay. Love bts. What more you need to know? ||| Ask me any questions or send me a message!! I love reading what you write me! |||

[feministnotsjw]

[cizbian]

me when i definitely don’t reduce people to their genitals

[femsolid]

If your feminism doesn't include poor women, disabled women, mentally ill women, LGBT women, sex workers and women of colour it's not feminism!!!

Okay.

I tick almost all your boxes. So how are you helping me? How are you fighting for my rights, my safety, my dignity or my freedom?

I am poor. How are you helping me? By encouraging me to prostitute myself. You're telling me it's a job like any other, better even, because I will be my own boss, be empowered and sexually liberated, if only I let men I don't know nor desire penetrate my body for money. For some reason it's not a job you are very keen on doing yourself. But it could be a great opportunity for me. That's it. That's all you are doing. You've never volunteered at your local food bank, you've never donated to a homeless shelter, oh but you know how I can get out of poverty. By letting men fuck me.

I'm disabled. How are you helping me? By drawing shitty cartoons of naked women in wheelchairs singing "all body types are beautiful". I don't give a damn about that. I care about getting a job despite my disabilities. I care about getting financial support to deal with my disabilities. I care about not being assaulted by men because of my disabilities. Meanwhile you're sharing photoshoots of amputees in lingery to prove we're all fuckable.

I'm bi and gender non conforming. I've been harassed and beaten for it. I've been called "sir" or a "dyke". I've struggled with dysphoria for the better part of my life. I need people to stop assuming femininity = womanhood in order to be safe. And how are you helping me? By calling me a que*r relentlessly, no matter how many times I ask you to stop. By telling me I'm not a real woman because I don't fit gender stereotypes. By claiming I have a male brain and people like me will probably end up committing suicide if we don't get injected with artificial hormones. By telling me I'm a bigot if I don't agree to date men, no matter how they identify.

I struggle with PTSD and depression, like a lot of women. How are you helping me? By sending me private messages telling me to commit suicide for the opinions I just shared. By cheering men on, when they send me graphic rape and death threats. It seems mentally ill women can actually go fuck themselves in your very inclusive feminism.

I'm often mistaken for an "arab", a "muslim", and treated accordingly. How are you fighting racism and helping me get equal opportunities and safety? By using people of colour as talking points on the internet. By waving them like props. By drawing shitty cartoons again and turning us into your token woc, putting words in our mouthes.. By calling basic worldwide feminism "white feminism". By calling feminists of colour "nazis". By calling ex muslim women who risk their lives speaking out "islamophobic". By claiming white men who use they/them pronouns are oppressed by us. By chanting that we should be hanged. By saying that if we allow black women to play sports with white women then surely we should accept men. By being completely ignorant about what happens in non western countries and not caring one bit because you're too busy advocating in favour of the most racist industry of all; pornography.

I have many friends who've been in the sex industry. I see how you treat them. Yes, I see how much you care for sex workers everyday. I see how you fight for their rights... by throwing your fists in their faces. When you beat them up at feminist protests for carrying a sign that says prostitution harms women. I see how central they are to your feminism, when you declare that what happened to them, what left them with PTSD and disabilities, should be legalized. When you call them "sluts" and "whores" against their will. When you intimidate them into keeping quiet. When you interrupt their lectures. When you shout "listen to sex workers!!!" only to turn your back on them the minute they don't say what you want them to say.

Your feminism is purely performative. We're nothing but pawns to you. Not only do you not do anything to actually help us, but you treat us like dirt the minute we contradict you. I'll help a victim of male violence no matter what her beliefs are. I'll help you, even though I think your opinions are abhorrent. But you think I deserve to be beaten to death for disagreeing with you. I'm "included" as long as I keep my mouth shut. I'm sick of you. Stop trying to use me. You don't care. You don't do anything. You're a joke. You don't speak for me. You don't represent my interests. I don't want to appear on your shitty cartoons. You know nothing about class struggle.

[overt-menstruation]

These are REAL female experiences. Anyone who denies that this is the basis of feminism is lying or completely brainwashed.

[1go1e-deactivated20210904]

Okay, so I get that you writers are all pissed, and you have your reasons. But do you ever think that sometime a reader can feel intimidated because you all make it sound like it's our fault Tumblr is going shit, and I'm not trying to argue, but idk, maybe we should all be really careful with words. I mean, every time I see hate anon posted by a writer, I message them to make sure they're okay, but every time one of you posts something like that, I feel like it's just useless and yeah.

TL;DR: In which JoJo gets pissed at an anon who doesn’t know how to read: please reblog and like your favorite creators’ works. I emphasize on reblog, and it’s highly suggested that you make a side blog just for reblogging because no one would even know it’s you — that’s the beauty of the whole thing.

I’ll admit that it took me a whole day to figure out how to reply to your ask. I assume you’re referring to when I reblogged Lyssa’s ask about how few notes writers get nowadays. I absolutely adore the way you go head-first into sending an ask to my inbox; I have never gotten an ask this length before, so I applaud you for your audacity to send an award-winning length of an ask to my askbox. After seeing this ask, I only wish that my followers would be able to send me asks this length about my fics, but I guess I’m stuck with anons like you who are too cowardly to come out of your anonymous asking to stick with your opinion. 

Let’s not play the victim game here. From what I read, you said, “I mean, every time I see hate anon posted by a writer, I message them to make sure they're okay, but every time one of you posts something like that, I feel like it's just useless and yeah.”

I’m sure you are a wonderful person for checking up on the authors you follow only after they get hate anons. Do you know why hate anons affect us so badly? It’s because they always outnumber the positive asks we get in every way — in word count, emotion, and impact. 

The thing is, if you go to someone in the aftermath of something, you seem like you’re throwing them a pity party, and they’ll just look at you like why didn’t you come before this happened? because honestly and truly, you should have. You should have started commenting “I love this fic and everything about it” or “I enjoy your writing because of so-and-so” and reblogged our works long before it even happened.

I digress, but I hope you realize that you comforting someone in the aftermath of something shows how you’re willing to wait for the right moment when in reality, there is no such thing as the right moment. We cannot wait for something to happen and then say oh, this is our time because that’s selfish of you. 

Berating you is not the point here. I’m making a different point because you didn’t even read my reblog at all. I was not talking about hate anons; I was using it as an analogy for the fact that as readers, you only care about yourselves and never our writing. 

For example, you said, “You all make it sound like it's our fault Tumblr is going shit.” Let’s consider this, ignoring the grammar and punctuation inconsistencies in your statement. You chose to use a possessive plural adjective, showing how absolutely self-obsessed you are with yourself. “You all” shows informality and disrespect against writers all because you don’t care to understand or read the implications of my reblog. 

You have ignored every single part of my reblog: we want reblogs to signal boost our fics and everything. Likes don’t do much because the likers don’t share our writing. When you reblog, we have the chance for our fics to be seen elsewhere.

I discussed the reasoning behind why posts need likes and reblogs. If you look at the ratio in posts in this fandom, for every 1K likes, there are only 100 reblogs. It is quite a crappy number, and frankly, it doesn’t reflect what we deserve as a whole. Looking at your comment, I think you’ve overlooked the very fact that we don’t get money for this. Most of the time, we don’t even earn money for our work, and I’ve seen how many Ko-Fis some of the bigger writers in this fandom get — and it’s sparse. As writers, we deserve the recognition for the hard work we put into our writing. By reblogging, you give us a chance to be seen elsewhere; by liking, we remain unnoticed and unseen by others.

Hell, you could even make a side blog for reblogging every time you saw a fic you like, and no one would even notice or care to track you down — that’s how easy it is.

Why should you be intimidated, anon? That’s what you stated at the beginning of your ask, and I’m curious as to why. Are you intimidated by the truth? To hell with your “I'm not trying to argue” statement because it’s very evident that you’re trying to pick a fight with me the moment, and you knew that there would be backlash from me the moment you sent it to me through anonymous asking. 

Even at your end of the statement, you didn’t quite understand what I was trying to say: “Every time one of you posts something like that, I feel like it's just useless and yeah.” It’s not useless to comfort us, but if you continue to support us throughout our whole writing journey through asks, likes, and reblogs, that’s what makes it completely worth it to stay on this platform.

Ending this, I’ll remind all of you that reblogs and likes are essential for us to keep writing. Without them, lots of us will eventually disappear from Tumblr because of the fact that we can’t handle this lack of true support. I’ve been told by others that relationships take effort on both sides. Us writers have made the effort, but it’s up to the readers to meet that effort.

Please read this once more and reflect on what I’m trying to say.

“this is so fucking true, and i’m just so tired of this. you’re willing to spend time on hating people, sending them hate anons, when all we want are just nice anons who genuinely love our writing and comments reminding us that we’re not doing this for nothing, that someone out there has noticed us for who we are and what content we create. one day, you’ll complain about why there isn’t content for any of your fandoms, and this is why: all of you have your heads stuck up your asses because you didn’t even try to reblog or like any of our posts.”

— my reblog from earlier

[secondhand-trash]

[secondhand-trash]

[misspiggy]

I feel so bad for billie eilish..even if you don’t like her literally we all know as soon as she turns 18 all the creepos are gonna come out of the woodwork and be like “she legal now I can be horny for her!!” please stop being a pedophlie I hope you get run over by a semi truck

[btsimagineuy]

It's my birthdayyyyyyy

[howling-techie]

Have a Keanu enthusiastically pointing at your profile pic!

[kurushimi-hime-hoshi]

Shout out to anyone making any kind of fandom content with English as your second language.

You guys are fucking rockstars.

[btsimagineuy]

Pay Alejandra Rodriguez Peña using PayPal.Me

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Please help me reading this, is very personal and my calling for help.

Ok, I never imagined having to do this and as I write it I feel very embarrassed. As some of you know, I told you last year that I was in a horrible situation, in which my family found out that I was abused by my aunt's partner. This situation of keeping everything secret for so many years caused me many problems.

To begin with for many years I doubted if the abuse had really existed, I wanted to convince myself that everything was a dream, although deep down I knew it was not.

That also caused me to had rejection of my own body, so I have low self-esteem and eating disorder since I was 14 years old.

At 15 I started having panic attacks and hurt myself , so that made me lose a school year for the first time.

At 19 I started having panic attacks when I was leaving home and I did not know how to explain it to my family, I was embarrassed and angry not to know what was happening to me, that's how I began to remember that child abuse more clearly. My family thought I was not going to study because I was lazy, so I stopped going to school in the middle of the year. Everyone talked about my depression as if it were something invented, a joke, a whim that I had.

The next year I tried again, I did not sleep all night, but I went to my first day of class, which happened horrible, I could not stop vomiting. I decided that I had to talk to my parents. They understood immediately and took me to the psychiatrist and psychologist, who diagnosed me: very low self-esteem, anxiety, eating disorder, depression and my biggest enemy, social anxiety.

I began to go to psychotherapy and little by little I was getting better, I went back to talking with some friends, to eat a little better and something that I thought I was never going to value so much, bathe often.

But there was something that was still there, the abuser, I had to tell everyone that this man was a rapist pedophile because even that for everyone he was an angel, I knew the monster that he really was.

Well, I did it one day, without wanting to, because my grandmother called me on the phone while I was cooking to ask, very calmly, if this man had ever done anything to me.

I did not know what to do, I started to have very strong tachycardia and the crying came out, I said yes and I gave her the details that she needed.

But...

She did not believe me.

I cried much louder and finished the call, immediately I got a message from her asking me not to say anything to my aunt, because it was going to ruin his life.

It seems that the only one who could suffer was me.

My aunt found out anyway because she was listening to the conversation from the other room and there started a new nightmare, my whole family found out.

My parents and siblings were with me, the rest of my family pointed to me and yelled at me that I was a liar.

The attacks started again, but I try to be stronger. I started a new year and I went back to try to finish high school, I'm in the last year of art, and for now I'm doing well, but after 2 years locked up at home I use my only energy in going to study and work as a volunteer in a school with disabled children every Tuesdays.

But now I'm 20 almost 21 and I can not have a job, because I need to concentrate 100% on the study and I do not want to risk getting a job that I have to leave due to anxiety attacks until at least November, when if everything goes well, I graduated.

So I'm very embarrassed to be doing this but, if you could donate even $ 1, I will be very grateful because in my country it is very helpful. And if you can't donate it's ok too!! Please reblog, and thank you for reading this.

Also if you see bad grammar please tell me too, English is not my first language.

[btsimagineuy]

Pay Alejandra Rodriguez Peña using PayPal.Me

Go to paypal.me/Ale1008 and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

Please help me reading this, is very personal and my calling for help.

Ok, I never imagined having to do this and as I write it I feel very embarrassed. As some of you know, I told you last year that I was in a horrible situation, in which my family found out that I was abused by my aunt's partner. This situation of keeping everything secret for so many years caused me many problems.

To begin with for many years I doubted if the abuse had really existed, I wanted to convince myself that everything was a dream, although deep down I knew it was not.

That also caused me to had rejection of my own body, so I have low self-esteem and eating disorder since I was 14 years old.

At 15 I started having panic attacks and hurt myself , so that made me lose a school year for the first time.

At 19 I started having panic attacks when I was leaving home and I did not know how to explain it to my family, I was embarrassed and angry not to know what was happening to me, that's how I began to remember that child abuse more clearly. My family thought I was not going to study because I was lazy, so I stopped going to school in the middle of the year. Everyone talked about my depression as if it were something invented, a joke, a whim that I had.

The next year I tried again, I did not sleep all night, but I went to my first day of class, which happened horrible, I could not stop vomiting. I decided that I had to talk to my parents. They understood immediately and took me to the psychiatrist and psychologist, who diagnosed me: very low self-esteem, anxiety, eating disorder, depression and my biggest enemy, social anxiety.

I began to go to psychotherapy and little by little I was getting better, I went back to talking with some friends, to eat a little better and something that I thought I was never going to value so much, bathe often.

But there was something that was still there, the abuser, I had to tell everyone that this man was a rapist pedophile because even that for everyone he was an angel, I knew the monster that he really was.

Well, I did it one day, without wanting to, because my grandmother called me on the phone while I was cooking to ask, very calmly, if this man had ever done anything to me.

I did not know what to do, I started to have very strong tachycardia and the crying came out, I said yes and I gave her the details that she needed.

But...

She did not believe me.

I cried much louder and finished the call, immediately I got a message from her asking me not to say anything to my aunt, because it was going to ruin his life.

It seems that the only one who could suffer was me.

My aunt found out anyway because she was listening to the conversation from the other room and there started a new nightmare, my whole family found out.

My parents and siblings were with me, the rest of my family pointed to me and yelled at me that I was a liar.

The attacks started again, but I try to be stronger. I started a new year and I went back to try to finish high school, I'm in the last year of art, and for now I'm doing well, but after 2 years locked up at home I use my only energy in going to study and work as a volunteer in a school with disabled children every Tuesdays.

But now I'm 20 almost 21 and I can not have a job, because I need to concentrate 100% on the study and I do not want to risk getting a job that I have to leave due to anxiety attacks until at least November, when if everything goes well, I graduated.

So I'm very embarrassed to be doing this but, if you could donate even $ 1, I will be very grateful because in my country it is very helpful. And if you can't donate it's ok too!! Please reblog, and thank you for reading this.

Also if you see bad grammar please tell me too, English is not my first language.

[btsimagineuy]

Ok, I'm going to say this only once and I hope to be clear.

I really want Seungri to die, he and the rest of the people involved in the case of those raped women.

If any of my followers defend him, I don't want you to follow me, defend him don't make you different than him. You will be the same shit.

I was abused and I will NEVER forget OR forgive the SHIT that is that person.

Again, I hope you die Seungri, you and your rapist friends.

[postlitany]

Anon me facts about me that you think are probably true

[lesbianmarr-deactivated20190108]

the “your top songs of 2018″ spotify playlists are out so u know what that means! send me a number between 1 and 100 and i’ll tell u what that song is on my playlist

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I only just started using Spotify but fuck it.  Send me a number.

[thevibraniumvoid]

DO IT

[btsimagineuy]

Lets see what song of kpop you get

[btsimagineuy]

I want to love you uwu

I NEED THAT LOVE 😭😭😭

[nightshade-the-demon-deactivate]

I want to _____ you.

[uncaging-the-chaos-deactivated2]

reblog and see what your followers say

Interesting..

[eye4aye-blog]

I’VE LITERALLY HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE

[willemscream]

I was just reblogging for the above post I didn’t think I’d get any

[dutchster]

apparently you guys want to do a lot of different things with/to me

[eerie-was-i-deactivated20250218]

Okay, guys. Go ahead. I know what’s coming.

[elicedraws]

KiDNAP BEYONCE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

[primad0nnagirlz]

Send me asks if you’re not a little bitch

[btsimagineuy]

Ok, this is a poor attempt at special for halloween. I hope you like it and that you can forgive me if there are any mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

You walked fast, scared, looking back every 2 steps, trying to convince you that nobody was following you.

Noises were heard at the sides, quick shadows appeared and disappeared as if they had never been there.

The wind moved strongly the branches of the trees as well as the leaves on the ground, while you accelerated the steps.

A cold drop of sweat ran down your back. You knew, they were there. There was no way to escape.

You started running, you were not going to give up so easily. You turned your head once more, but this time it was different. One of them was standing there, smiling. When you looked forward, you found something tall, strong and with a strong clear smell. Blood.

-Please, not me. I beg you, please - You asked beginning to cry

You felt movements around, when you looked, you confirmed that the 7 were already there.

-Please! I do not want to die yet, I am very young, I have a little brother, I am the only one he

has. Please, I'll do anything, but do not kill me - You implored screaming while kneeling. The tears fell with more force.

They smiled, looking at each other. One of them approached and took you strongly by the chin, forcing you to see him in the eyes. His skin was pale, his hair a mint color.

-What do you propose? What can you offer us to forgive your life, little one? - He asked arrogantly

-What you want? I can give you all the money I have saved - you responded quickly

The mint-haired monster laughed, let go and stepped away, looking at the other 6 who accompanied his laughter.

-Do you really think we need money? really? You are not very intelligent, are you? - Now spoke the one with pink hair.

-I do not know - You whispered, losing hope - What do you need? What can I give to you in exchange for my life? - You asked looking at each of their faces, looking for a pinch of comparison.

They looked at each other, communicating in some way, perhaps mentally you thought, you did not know very well what the bloodsuckers knew how to do, besides killing people for fun.

-Ok, what do you think if we keep it as our new toy? - Asked the orange haired creature.

-I do not know Jimin, it could cause problems - Answered another, this seemed to be the most muscular, with a dark look.

-I like the idea, what do you think, Hoseok? - Spoke one with brown hair, with a little green, while looking at the one standing next to him.

-For me it's okay, Jin? - Hoseok looked at the one who stood all the time in front of you.

-I do not care - Answered Jin

-Okay, then let's have fun - Jimin said rubbing his hands as he approached.

People in the village say that a girl died that night, that screams were heard in the forest, but unlike other cases, her body was never found. His little brother said he saw her sometimes, but people said he was crazy.

She could not be alive, she should not be. They killed for fun always, without exception.

Other people claim to have seen her accompanied by the monsters, now become one of them, sometimes even smiling with them. It is not known what happened, but since the disappearance of that girl there were no more deaths. The people of the village are grateful, they hope that what that girl has done will never end. Because from that girl the monsters did not attack again.

[btsimagineuy]

I'M BACK!!

Ok, maybe some of you saw that a long time ago I announced that I was in depression and a few weeks ago about the abuse I suffered. Now that I've been able to talk after all this time feeling horrible to myself, I think I'm going back to being happy. Much of this happening is thanks to the fact that I finally agreed to go to therapy and to concentrate on BTS, more precisely on "Love Yourself". I will probably upload content here, I also created an account on Twitter to interact with all of you if you wish (because I'm much longer there, than here on tumblr). Anyway, I hope you still support me after so long without updating.

Twitter account: @MultiUy