OK So...

OK so...

What happens to pets owned by ghouls? I mean like, if a ghoul has a dog and then the CCG show up and do their thing, what happens to the dog? Were young investigators seriously weirded out when they track down an old ghoul and it turns out he was a  crazy old cat guy? Do they put the pets up for adoption? Are they labeled as previously owned by a ghoul? Was a ghoul ever outed cause she goes to a house with her new human friend/meal and they happened to have adopted her dog? We need answers Ishida.

This FANDOM HAS NO CHILL WITH THE PUNS HAISE HAS RUINED US ALL

So when radical feminism establishes an egalitarian utopia spanning the entire world. What would you call someone born with a vagina who grew up no longer having to deal with sexism?

Growing up as a Girl

Since I was little, I was told to smile.

Since I was little, I was taught not to raise my voice.

Since I was little, I was taught to always sit with my legs crossed or closed.

Since I was little, I was taught that the boy tugging on my pig tails likes me.

Since I was little, I was taught that the boy breaking my crayons really likes me. 

In kindergarten, I always got the pink sticker, even though I liked blue better.

In kindergarten, the teacher always gave the boys Lego to play with, while the girls were given dolls. 

In kindergarten, when a boy made me cry, I was told that “boys will be boys.”

When I said I wanted to be a scientist, I was told it wasn’t for girls.

When my breasts first started developing, I was told I had to wear an uncomfortable bra. No explanation why. 

When other girls started developing breasts at school, boys started to rate and compare us.

When blood first started coming out of my vagina, I was told I was a grown woman now. I was 11 years old. 

When a pad fell out of my school bag, some boys made fun of me and called me “dirty”. I cried in a toilet stall. 

When a pad fell out of my school bag, a female teacher took me aside and said I shouldn’t show “such things” to other children. I cried in a toilet stall.

When adult men started hollering at me in the streets, I was told it was a compliment.

When I got to 8th grade, I was told “it’s time to start wearing make up.” No explanation why. 

When my leg hair started to grow darker, I was told to shave it. No explanation why. 

I was often told I was a “good girl” and would make a “good wife” one day.

I was often told boys matured more slowly than girls and therefore I should tolerate their bullying. Boys will be boys, after all.

I didn’t even know what sex was, but I was already a sex object in the eyes of many. 

Only women know what all this is like.

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I need help.Please reblog this if there is nothing wrong with women/girls having a boyish/tomboy style.I want to prove my parents wrong PLEASE 🙏🏻