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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. ITS NOT FUNNY TO MESS WITH A PHOBIA. IF I HATE SOMETHING, DONT DO IT TO ME. STOP USING THE THINGS I HATE AGAINST ME. DONT TELL ME YOU WILL LICK ME IF I DONT DO SOMETHING I DONT WANT TO DO. SERIOUSLY. STOP.
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AGE IS JUST A FUCKING NUMBER CAMERON DALLAS IS YOUR BAE
BAD DAY FOR ECUADOR BUT GREAT DAY FOR AMERICA
IS NO ONE CONCERNED ABOUT WHATS HAPPENING IN ECUADOR RIGHT NOW
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this really works for some people (like 10-30 new followers) so give it a try!
PSA for my fellow white people
Latino/Latina: originating from the Carribean, South or Central America. Gender neutral term (in English) is usually written as latinx.
Sentence: María was born in Ecuador, so she is Latina.
Hispanic: Spanish-speaking.
Sentence: José was born in Brazil, so he is NOT Hispanic, since his country’s official language is Portugese, but he IS considered Latino.
Mexican: from the Central American country named Mexico, NOT a language. NOTICE! not all Latinos in the US are from Mexico
Sentence: Enrique was born in Mexico, so he is Mexican. Enrique speaks Spanish, since “Mexican” is not a language.
Chicano/Chicana/Chicanx: a person of Mexican descent (usually born in the US)
Sentence: Anna’s parents were born in Mexico, so she identifies as Chicana. Her friend Miguel’s parents are from Colombia, so he identifies as Latino.
Spanish: a language spoken by many countries all over the world/ originating from the country Spain. NOTICE! not the only language spoken in Spain or South/Central America.
Sentence: Juan was born in Madrid, so he is Spanish. He only speaks Spanish, but has friends who speak other languages.
Quechua, Catalan, Nahuatl, Gallego, Euskera: other languages spoken in countries where Spanish is the ‘official’ language. Many Hispanics are bilingual and Spanish may not be their native language.
Sentence: Alba was born in a region of Spain called Catalonia. Even though she is Spanish, she speaks Catalan with her family and friends.
Sentence #2: Sofia was born in Mexico and does not speak “Mexican,” but her family does speak Nahuatl, a native language originating in Mexico.
That is all.
Mandatory reading for my followers.
Why can’t people ever write “Portuguese” properly?
Shoutout to the person who asked what part of Mexico Ecuador was in
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Fuck you carter reynolds you're officially off of my Prefrence list. Fuck you. If she feels uncomfortable don't yell at her to do it. And fuck anyone who defends him. Go ahead and click unfollow id rather not be a part of your nasty timeline
can you make imagine where cameron and y/n have baby? can it be long and super cute? btw I'm in love with your imagines
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Cameron imagine | New Born | Requested by kidrauhvato
You tilted your head back in laugher as Cameron blew on your belly, making a fart noise that tickled you immensely. He read on some website that laughter made the baby healthy or something like that.
The gains in his neck were popping out in laughter, his muscles popping, and it was amazing that he had no shirt on because they just defined everything.
“I love you,” he stated, sitting next to you on the couch, “both of you…”
He really was the sweetest guy any girl could ever get. You were thrilled when you found out you were having his baby, and him? Even more so. He loved kids, babies. Anything that lived and breathed. He was going to be a great dad.
“My little baby girl is in there,” he leaned towards your belly, “you’re gonna look just like your beautiful mother. I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
“That you are,” you responded and tried to stand up. He got yo himself, then helped you up because it was harder for you because of the huge bump in your stomach. Your were due was next Saturday, and nobody was more excited than you. Excluding cameron, of corse. Whenever anyone would ask about your bump, he would get this huge smile on his face, telling them how she was going to be the little princess, that she would get his eternal love, how ecstatic he was to have the most amazing thing he’s created in the world with him.
***
You woke up suddenly, feeling the bed very wet. Did I pee the bed? You took your covers off of you and realized it was not pee.
“My water broke…” You breathed out, sleepy but in shock. “Cameron,” you called. He was the heaviest sleeper ever. “Cameron,” you said a little louder, shaking him. He hummed, squinting his eyes. “What is it, (Y/N)?”
“Cameron, my water broke…”
He sprung out of bed, now wide awake. “What?! Really?!” He asked, smiling and jumping out of bed.
You smiled back, “Yes! I wouldn’t have said it of I wasn’t. Get the bag!” He ran to the closet and got the hospital bag you had packed a while ago for when this moment came. He put on his dirty jeans and t shirt that were resting at the foot of the bed, then ran over and helped you up and to the car outside of you’re little townhouse.
“What time is it?” You asked, looking at your phone. “It’s two fifty three.” You responded to your own question.
“Let’s go have a baby,” Cameron yelled, rubbing his hands together in excitement before putting the car in drive and leaving your loving house to bring an addition to the small family.
***
“One more! One more, baby! You’re almost there! Push!” Cameron yelled next to you, his hand turning numb as you squeezed it so hard to take away from the fact a living being was being forced out of your tenderbits.
“AHH!” You exclaimed, sweating profusely. In through the nose, out from the mouth. In through the nose, out from the mouth.
The pain suddenly stopped, leaving you breathless at what you had just done. Your grip on Cams hand loosened to the point where you were just holding hands.
“Ten fingers, ten toes. She’s healthy.” The doctor said and Cameron shed a tear. The nurses were cleaning her up and wrapping her in the small pink blanket with the words “Baby Dallas” engraved on the bottom corner. Cameron had it made for this moment.
After the baby calmed down from all the crying, the doctor asked, “Would you like to hold her Mrs. Dallas?” You nod extending your hands towards your miracle.
Her little nose perfectly aligned with her two beautiful light brown eyes. “She’s precious.” Cameron stood over your shoulder, tears smearing down his cheeks. lly is,“ Cameron answered back.
"Have we decided on a name yet?” Your doctor asked.
“Yes,” Cameron said, looking up at the doctor. “Dani Caroline Dallas.”
***
“Welcome home, Dani,” you greeted to your new born baby girl. “You’re gonna live here for a long time.”
“Let’s go see your new room.” Cameron suggested, going up the stairs. He opened the door to the smallest room in the house. It was painted pink, and in the corner wall, there was a big painting of flowers going up the wall. Her crib was resting by the window, and next to it was a rocking chair. There was still scattered baby toys and presents that you never got to picking up after the baby shower.
“This is our family,” Cameron said, hugging your waist.
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Watch: The “pink tax” is secretly costing women thousands — and not just at the drug store
Yooooooooooo
Women pay more for products. Men pay more for clothing.
Do men really pay more for clothes?
Yea, seriously. Shirts, sneakers, jeans, socks…etc. Ask your male friends how much they pay for a pair of descent jeans. It’ll blow your mind.
At least their pants have fucking pockets tho
“Men pay more for clothing.”
(Target)
Are you sure?
Are you
(Walmart)
ABSOLUTELY SURE??
BECAUSE I’M NOT ENTIRELY CONVINCED
LIKE AT ALL
THAT MEN HAVE IT HARDER
(Victoria’s Secret)
OH AND SHOULD I BRING UP PANTIES WHILE I’M AT IT? I am a firm believer of the “fuck you, I’ll wear briefs that don’t give me a wedgie, I don’t care if they’re not sexy” policy, but a lot of women are expected to wear panties and thongs because GASP WOMEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL AT ALL TIMES. Here’s a screenshot of some Victoria’s secret panties!
Wow. It’s almost as if there’s a pattern here.
Women are expected to buy more clothing, and literally all of it is more expensive, so fuck all of you.
*HAMMERS THE REBLOG BUTTON*
Fucking infuriating. And, NO ONE pays more for clothes than fat women. Tired of it.
“cj why do you buy mens clothing?” cause its cheaper and the pockets are real.
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Hey all you lovely people who have periods, the world is starting to look a little bit brighter now that certain tampon/pad companies have started to allow people to receive small kits and samples of pads, maxi pads, liner, and tampons for free. And I mean 100% free and discreet. You just have to give them your address and name, and bam! You’ve got all the menstrual cycle products you could ever need for no cost. Links below!
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Parties are the bomb guys. Have fun and don't play by the rules (safely). You'll have such a good time if you're not a buzz kill.
Still need help with that dilemma?
Okay, so my friend texted me asking me how to get out of hanging it with someone. And when she told me who it was, I was like "No don't hang out with her," cuz she's done some stuff. She didn't tell me she was being invited to a party. And then the same girl invited me to the party later, and because it was her I said I had plans, but then she told me who was going, and I wanna go to hang out with them, but not her. But I can't go now because I told my friend not to go because I thought she was just hanging out with her by herself but now that I realize it's a party I wanna go, but if I tell my friend I'm going she'll get super super pissed and when she's pissed she talks shit about you to everyone. I don't know what to do 😫
EVERYONE I HAVE A DILEMMA WHO WANTS TO INBOX ME ABOUT IT I NEED ADVICE