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Widely hailed as the Beyoncé of Japan, Naomi Watanabe does spot-on impressions of Queen Bey down to every last stiletto stomp, sashay, and hair flip. And when it comes to makeup, the actress and comedian demonstrates the same dexterity.
ya’ll headcanoning Miles shoplifting art supplies on the regular when canonically he can’t even get away with tagging a postal box with a removable sticker…is very sus…
Whites: so he uhhh is black…so they STEAL but he does it artistically….UwU
It shows they really want to apply racist stereotypes to miles even though it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever lol. First of all Miles is a good kid who would never steal and his family clearly has enough money to buy art supplies, even the expensive kind lol. And even if he wanted to steal something, you think Jefferson would let him get away with it?? Never have I heard someone headcanoning Spiderman as a thief. Spiderman, the friendly neighborhood hero who walks people home and stop people from robbing stuff, is gonna steal stuff from art stores????
miles wouldn’t steal anything ever. he’s too good a kid to
Miles stole a pencil from ikea by accident and cried about it for a week probably who do you think he is!!!
The only canon of Miles stealing anything is that video of the kid accidentally stealing a cup from a restaurant and crying to his mum to not call the cops
Miles? Stealing art supplies? As if he needs to?
Miles Morales has a $300+ drafting table setup in his bedroom, which these nerds would know if they weren’t busy being broke-asses on top of being racist fucking dummies lmao
…and on top of that, even if we’re assuming (generously) that the issue is bc he wouldn’t be able to buy spray paint on his own on account of being a minor: there’s spray paint stains & paint masking tape on that same table, which Miles’ parents clearly know he’s using inside, on top of his uncle’s support for his art. So like. They’re buying him the paint. Duh.
I know some of these folks can only “relate” to this character if they depict him as a negative stereotype or if they project “relatable” (out of character) traits on him to ~balance~ out the Afro-Latinness, but like… lmao sorry not sorry a Black Nuyorican kid’s not a thief & has a loving family who all universally invest in his interests and who foster, support, and fund his skills. 💁🏽♀️
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
Deku and todorokis friendship is so funny to me like imagine this guy who’s maybe said 5 words all year comes up to you, says he’s gonna kick your fucking ass, accuses you of being somebodies illegitimate child, unloads all his super personal childhood trauma and daddy issues on you, all in like the span of an hour, so then you break your fucking bones to beat some common sense into him. And it works.
And then he help you in a fight with a fucking serial killer
It’s not just “then he helps you fight a fucking serial killer”.
Oh no.
He leaves a confirmed battle he was instructed to engage in, and his asshole of a father who he knows will be fucking pissed, based on a vague location text from you and a hunch. And he does it without thinking twice. And THEN he helps you fight a fucking serial killer.
AND THEN you have to stop him from squaring up against the chief of fucking police because he’s 10000% ready to fight the entire justice system at the drop of a hat
i just found out there was a banned episode of pingu and it really did deserve to be banned because it filled me with such an unnatural fear that i dissociated while watching it
My wife, Zoe, is transgender. She came out to us — the kids and me — last summer and then slowly spread her beautiful feminine wings with extended family, friends, and neighbors.
A little coming out here, a little coming out there — you know how it is.
It’s been a slow, often challenging process of telling people something so personal and scary, but pretty much everyone has been amazing.
However, she dreaded coming out at the office.
She works at a large technology company, managing a team of software developers in a predominantly male office environment. She’s known many of her co-workers and employees for 15 or so years. They have called her “he” and “him” and “Mr.” for a very long time. How would they handle the change?
While we have laws in place in Ontario, Canada, to protect the rights of transgender employees, it does not shield them from awkwardness, quiet judgment, or loss of workplace friendships. Your workplace may not become outright hostile, but it can sometimes become a difficult place to go to every day because people only tolerate you rather than fully accept you.
But this transition needed to happen, and so Zoe carefully crafted a coming out email and sent it to everyone she works with.
The support was immediately apparent; she received about 75 incredibly kind responses from coworkers, both local and international.
She then took one week off, followed by a week where she worked solely from home. It was only last Monday when she finally went back to the office.
Despite knowing how nice her colleagues are and having read so many positive responses to her email, she was understandably still nervous.
Hell, I was nervous. I made her promise to text me 80 billion times with updates and was more than prepared to go down there with my advocacy pants on if I needed to (I might be a tad overprotective).
And that’s when her office pals decided to show the rest of us how to do it right.
She got in and found that a couple of them had decorated her cubicle to surprise her:
And made sure her new name was prominently displayed in a few locations:
They got her a beautiful lily with a “Welcome, Zoe!” card:
And this tearjerker quote was waiting for her on her desk:
To top it all off, a 10 a.m. “meeting” she was scheduled to attend was actually a coming out party to welcome her back to work as her true self — complete with coffee and cupcakes and handshakes and hugs.
NO, I’M NOT CRYING. YOU’RE CRYING.
I did go to my wife’s office that day. But instead of having my advocacy pants on, I had my hugging arms ready and some mascara in my purse in case I cried it off while thanking everyone.
I wish we lived in a world where it was no big deal to come out.
Sadly, that is not the case for many LGBTQ people. We live in a world of bathroom bills and “religious freedom” laws that directly target the members of our community. We live in a world where my family gets threats for daring to speak out for trans rights. We live in a world where we can’t travel to certain locations for fear of discrimination — or worse.
So when I see good stuff happening — especially when it takes place right on our doorstep — I’m going to share it far and wide. Let’s normalize this stuff. Let’s make celebrating diversity our everyday thing rather than hating or fearing it.
Chill out, haters. Take a load off with us.
It’s a lot of energy to judge people, you know. It’s way more fun to celebrate and support them for who they are.
Besides, we have cupcakes.
Thank you. I needed this story today.
This is so important. Trans people deserve compassion and understanding. They deserve employment protections and non-hostile work environments.
We think history is so far removed from us, but sometimes I’m reminded how very close we are to each other on the timeline.
My paternal grandfather was born in 1906 (I have older parents). He and my grandmother came through Ellis Island.
My vocal coach’s grandparents survived the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake and fire.
My great-grandfather lived to the age of 106. He often spoke of how strongly he remembered his nursemaid’s taffeta skirts rustling as she walked when he was a child. He was born in the 1870s. My grandmother recorded him on video in the 1980s talking about those Victorian bustle skirts he grew up with.
On my mother’s side, we tracked down a marriage record for her 17th-century English ancestors, their signatures still crystal-clear and confident on the yellowed parchment. The church where they were married still stands in London.
Samuel J. Seymour was born in 1860 and at age five, he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Almost 100 years later, at age 96, he went on live television and recounted his firsthand account of the death of the president. You can watch the interview here.
The last survivor of the sinking of the Titanic, Millvina Dean, died in 2009.
The oldest person ever, Jeanne Calment, lived to age 122. She died in 1997 after recording a pop album, the same year The Spice Girls were topping the charts; but she remembered that as a child, Vincent Van Gogh once visited her father’s paint shop.
It’s easy to think of history as abstract, black and white, theoretical. But do some digging–you’ll probably find that it’s within arm’s reach.
Dude i got through all these but that last one fuck me up
