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@seiyuulove
Just notice, that minutes before Yuuri’s done with his last Eros routine, in episode 11, they show Hiroko. AND LOOK AT MAKKACHIN IN HER LAP, this precious mom is nervious about her son’s routine, needs something to hug, and Makkachin is right there by her side.
AND OF COURSE SHE HUGS THE BIG HAIR BALL.
Bonus:
Then Victor is shown doing the same… Makkachin is always beside the ones he loves, and wants to make them happy.
MINAMI AND THE TRIPLETS USING MAKKACHIN AS A PILLOW.
He is taking care of the kids.
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! by OLD先
Otabek and Yuri’s ‘ DAVAI! ’
The ad was in a women’s magazine and if I remember correctly, was for a perfume. It featured a white woman lying in bed with a black man. The man’s shirtless back was to the viewer, making only his taut, muscular form and powerful-looking arms and shoulders visible. He was faceless, unidentified. The woman looked sultrily at us from over his mysterious form, satisfaction writ large over her features. She had partaken of whatever delights this man had to offer and was smugly, luxuriantly basking in the afterglow. The ad copy was, “Take a walk on the wild side.” My teacher used the ad as an example of how marketers can use certain words and images to convey large amounts of information subtly and effectively. A white woman having sex with a black man? How risqué. The implication: be a little like that woman. Spray on that perfume and feel like the kind of girl who has sex with faceless, muscular black men in ritzy hotel rooms because it’s an adventure, a thrill, a risk, something illicitly pleasurable. These are the semiotics of race. This is why columnists will trip over themselves not to call Lupita Nyong’o or Angela Basset “beautiful”, choosing instead to use terms that call to mind a kind of savage, animalistic magnetism: fierce, striking, edgy, eye-catching. Words like “pretty” and “beautiful” and “cute” are for white women whose bodies and sexualities are not seen as wild, animal, or untamed. Black men are hulking, threatening, thuggish; white men are charming, sexy heartthrobs with hearts of gold. Brown women are exotic, with their “honey-coloured” skin and their “mystical”, “enchanting” beauty, unlike their white counterparts, who are held up as not only ideal, but knowable and safe. White people are beautiful; non-white people are dangerous.
“The Semiotics of Race, or: Walks on the Wild Side”
by Aaminah Khan (via Black Girl Dangerous)
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Every time I do this I get weird af anons n I love it 🐝🐝🐝
Ten Years of Ten: New Earth (April 15, 2006)
“So, the year five billion, the sun expands, the Earth gets roasted.” “That was our first date.” “We had chips.”
I know Christian memes are ridiculous but this one is actually kind of relatable
Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two.
Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.
I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.
Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.
And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.
BUT THEN IT JUST GETS WORSE.
“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.
Grandpa, what the hell?
BUT OH NO IT JUST GETS BETTER.
“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”
Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.
Due to popular demand I have translated some highlights cause damn it gets gayer and gayer.
So at one point my grandpa kind of stopped talking about Giulio and I was like (there we go, denial. Been there done that).
Then out of fucking nowhere, date 23 of may 1960, my grandpa writes:
“We finally reached Palermo. It is a beautiful city, full of art and good food, tomorrow we will visit some of the churches. I am now writing in our hotel room, a cheap place that still looks lovely in it’s way. Giulio is taking a shower. The noise of the water is keeping me awake, although I suspect that’s not the only reason I can’t shut my brain down”.
First of all, my grandpa wrote like a fucking professional writer. Second of all… grandpa, you can’t sleep cause your best friend is naked in the shower?
Anyway, they visit Palermo, everything is nice, they hit the road again and tHEN THIS HAPPENS.
“We stopped in a little bar. We ate something, chatted with the bartender and asked him directions for our next stop. We then had a few beers to celebrate our good times. A young girl then sat on the stool next to mine: she told me her name, Enrica, and she was pretty and lovely in her dress. Yet I did not make conversation with her and dismissed her after she made her intentions somewhat obvious. The main reason is, of course, my devotion and love for my Nadia. The second reason is that Giulio was watching me.”
AND HE JUST SWITHES TOPICS TALKING ABOUT THIS MOTEL THEY FOUND AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE GRANDPA YOU CAN’T JUST STOP THERE CAUSE THIS IS SOUNDING LIKE A GREAT FUCKING FANFICTION.
My granfather was totally pining after Giulio.
Now, there are like fifteen pages where he doesn’t really say anything about Giulio, he talks about cities they want to visit and that their car broke down in the middle of the street and got some help from, and I quote, “a handsome young man, probably not older than 16″. Like, really grandpa?
This is the last thing I read.
“I believe Giulio will have my back no matter what happens. He made that much clear.
-What happens after this trip? -he asked me at the reastaurant where we had dinner.
-We go back to our lives, I have my workshop to look after.
-And Nadia. You are going to marry her, I hope.
-Of course. -I answered, as my love for Nadia is strong -Will you be at the wedding?
-If you want me to.
-Of course I do.
-Then I’ll be there. By your side, as usual. That much wont ever change
I am now realising that I’ve never felt such intense feelings for anyone before, because my love for Nadia is strong but yet this is a different emotion. He is my brother, my friend and a half of my heart. That will never end. It almost seems like I am enamoured.”
And he then starts talking about the food of the reastaurant.
MY GRANDPA TOTALLY WENT INTO BRO MODE. I AM DYING INSIDE CAUSE WTF AM I DISCOVERING?! THIS IS SOME PARABATAI BULLSHIT
I am so going to translate the whole thing and publish it changing the names.
And the journal it’s not even over.
I will buy 10 copies of this book and nominate it for a pulitzer
Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #46
Some people celebrate reunions around a beer or a good meal. Dean and I did it around the body of a friend lying on a hospital bed. Some things will never change, I guess.
Or maybe they will. Well, for some of us anyway.
Garth succeeded where my brother and I failed miserably. He left hunting and settled, happily married to the daughter of a Reverend. He even has a little house with a garden, the white picket fence and all… Ok, so maybe he’s a werewolf now and his wife will certainly give birth one day to a bunch of cute hairy things who’ll howl at the moonlight before going to bed, but if you take just two seconds to think about it, his life is closer to normality than mine will ever be. Not to mention that Garth and his new-found family may be monsters according to hunters’ standards, but when I look at them, it makes me wonder who the real monsters are: I have more human blood on my hands than these people have on their fangs, so trying to judge them would be rather…out of place.
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Hey do you guys remember when Andrew Garfield was in Doctor Who? So do I lol
The bra of the future is here — and we need it
Introducing the Knix Wear Evolution Bra. At the time of writing, the bra has gathered $117,519 on Kickstarter from 1,492 backers, and still has 30 days to go. Which is great considering the more money raised, the more everyone will benefit.
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this is like how to advertise bras 101.
dont sexualise it
explain how it works
benefits (odor stuff)
cool things (hey look! you can mess with the straps!)
why its better (no wire)
kickass stuff (machine washable)
like literally. any companies that currently make bras? do this. dont make them aimed for the pleasure of men. show that its practical and comfortable for a woman. not a dude.
I bet this only supports up to a large B though.
‘We have tested the bra up to a size 38E’ - quote direct from their Kickstarter alongside several photos of people in a wide variety of sizes. (They all long badass)
