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Turning Red as anime 🐼❤️🌈
feel my rhythm by red velvet (2022) 🎼👑🎶🌺🖼
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"didn't you used to like hp"
yes cuz i was a child and it was a huge phenomenon that gave me an easy sense of wonder and companionship shared with my peers and i was unaware of many evils of the world
i am now an adult and able to see how hateful its creator is and what kind of messages she spreads and i don't want that in my life ✌️ she finds my existence "tragic" and "unfortunate" and is funding legislation that kills people, she can suck my entire ass
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This is why I have this. Even if they can get the lock opened they can’t push the door open. Got it at Lowes for $20.
reblog for that last bit to save a life
If you’re like me and have a large gap under your front door (someone could take a stick and just poke the leaning stick style door jam out), I recommend the Addalock. It’s small, perfect for traveling, and this lock is CRAZY. It’s so simple but the door does not move.
You can’t see it from the other side, either. It also cost about $20, and I can’t recommend it enough. Easy to travel with, too! Great for Air BnBs!
That’s why I have these on my doors. They get drilled into the side and once its flipped over the door nothing is getting it open. Not the door being unlocked nothing, I’ve unlocked the door and pulled and pushed as hard as I could and it didn’t budge. When I go on a trip this is what I use and when I’m home I leave it on too. No one is getting in here.
Okay I know that it is necessary for many but what do you do if you need medical attention and you’re not able to open the door from the inside? Can the fire department get through these at least?
Yes. The fire department can and will break down your door if necessary, it’s one of the reasons they have axes; it’s entirely possible for door frames to melt/expand/seize or otherwise become unopenable during a house fire but the door itself can be hacked down. Or the window. In rare cases, the wall. Firefighters don’t fuck around with collateral damage when lives are at stake.
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adut akech got roses. that’s it. that’s the post.
Increasingly seeing posts by queer children and teens about how they've gotten kicked out for coming out to their parents and you can't convince me there's no coincidence btwn that and this very white American cisgay narrative of "coming out" and how it's the one thing that really proves you're LGBT but like babes..... we don't owe anyone that. Your identity is your business. Your safety is your primary concerns, especially as a minor and an 18/19 year old, is needing time in a stable(ish) living situation and to get a bit of financial freedom and also prepare adequately emotionally to deal with the consequences of outing yourself to your parents and/guardians. We live in a society. the outcome is overwhelmingly going to be negative and I hate that this idea is pushed soooo hard in tv shows and books geared towards child and teen LGBTs
This probably isn’t necessary to tack on but...
I BEG that if you really really want to tell your parents/family that you’re a part of the LGBT community, don’t come out to them unless you’ve confirmed two things:
1) They have shown and told you that they are accepting of queer people and it’s not performative.
2) They have told you, specifically, that if you were part of the community they’d be okay with it. (Because supportive ‘ally’ parents can still flip shit if it’s their child).
I did not come out to my parents until I was 19. I only told my mom, who assured me the two things above, and I begged her not to tell my dad until I was 22 and I could actually move out if needed since he has been openly homophobic. (I didn’t even want to tell it to him. I wanted her to do it, because I was scared of getting hit).
It’s perfectly acceptable to never tell them (even if they’ve shown their support), or to wait to tell them when you have a safety net in place in case shit hits the fan. Please stay safe. You don’t owe anyone anything.
I feel the need to share my own story, just to really drive this point home.
I grew up in a homophobic, painfully religious household, and I was homeschooled K-12. So you can imagine how little of an escape I had, and how little chance I had to learn about things not controlled by my mother.
I didn't figure out gay people even existed until I was 13, and it took another two years for me to find out there was anything other than gay and straight (aka the BTQ+ part of the acronym).
I figured out my own sexuality at 19.
I didn't come out to anyone for two years. Anyone. At all. I had this blog, which has never had anything that could tie me to my irl self because I was petrified of being outed, especially to my mother. Eventually after two years I came out to my best friend via tearful text word vomit essay, thankfully to open arms and full support and acceptance, as well as complete understanding as to why I hadn't come out yet and full support of helping me stay closeted.
I played that role for another two and a half years.
When I finally did come out to my mom, I was away at college, and I did it through an email (very modern-day Fun Home of me, I know). I had spent the last seven or so years slowly, subtly, trying to get my mom to be less homophobic. We had got from immediate vilification "gay is a sin" to uncomfortable silence, and I wasn't sure it would ever get any better.
So, before I sent anything, I told my friends what I was doing. Two friends were ready to take me in if I got kicked out, and a third was ready to help drive me to wherever if I needed a ride. I spent a week drafting the email, and cried the entire night I sent it because I was so scared.
In my case, I got lucky, and it ended up working out. But remember, it took four years of work after I came out to myself, and an additional 3/4 years when I just thought I was an ally before it was even a little safe for me to come out. And it took an additional three months to tell my extended family.
Coming out is never mandatory. Ever. Even if you know it's safe. Even if you know you could do it and get only positive responses. And especially if that's not the case.
No one is owed your truth. And more important than anything is your safety. You are valid in your truth even when no one but you knows about it. And the rest of us want you to be safe until you can get out and be independent, because we want you in this world with us. You will always be part of the community, even if you can't post. Even if you can't go to meet ups or pride. Even if you can't fully engage with us online because someone is always watching. One day you'll be free of that, and we'll be here to celebrate with you when that time comes, because visibility does not determine your place in the community. Your place is immutable. You belong here. So stay safe until you can come join us at the table, okay? Your chair will be waiting for you.
i may be terminally online but at least i have fun and curate my experience to cater to my interests and don't intentionally seek out things that will make me feel worse and don't take out my personal issues on strangers on the internet
Firstly~ just discovered you and LOVE your writing! <3 Your Hc’s about stealing the haori and King Kyō and the panic attack are *chef’s kiss* Secondly! as a black fem who’s obsessed with her hair (and Kyō’s hair does things to me ; w; )would you ever please consider doing an Hc or story about Kyō x reader and/or other hashira positively interacting with the reader’s curly hair? ^//////////^ fluff or smut it doesn’t matter~ hair worship and love are everything! Tysvm and I hope to read more of your work soon! <3
thank you so much!!! and huuuuuuUUUUNIE you know i fantasize about these beautiful folks taking care of me and my natural hair too, especially mr. golden boy himself — pls enjoy <3
s/o with natural hair
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I honestly think someone with natural hair would be a perfect match for Kyo, since a large part of his identity is being boisterous, especially how he stands out with his loud, fiery mane
when he meets you, your hair is obviously one of the first things he notices and he comments on it LOUDLY
“I’ve never seen hair curl in such a way as to defy gravity!”
the other pillars nod in agreement and carry on, except for Tengen who just sits back and smirks at the attention Rengoku gives you for the rest of the day ;)
if you ever feel insecure, he has plenty of his own hair stories to share with you since he often stands out for a similar reason
“did you know that the mothers of the Rengoku family stare at a lit torch for three hours every day while pregnant? that’s why my family’s hair all looks like this!”
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i did not know that, no.
maybe you can get out of that
he said this to leorio btw
you are trespassing on private property. leave at once.
all i want is to have one of those ghibli moments where the protag is just lying in a breezy field with wildflowers and big puffy clouds overhead. that’s the goal here.
I rly want to see typical romantic tropes in media, but like, reversed. Like instead of friends to lovers its lovers to friends. Like people start dating only to find that they're better off as friends (and in this theyre relationship grows and they become closer.) Or like the trope where the MC hates love and romance only to fall in love and be proven wrong, but instead MC is a hopeless romantic but finds out that they don't need a romantic relationship to be happy. Idk hope you enjoy my aromantic ramblings lol