Hey, Lesbians Of Tumblr Who Are Also Fans Of An Specific Male Artist. Do You Guys Also Have A Song Made

Hey, lesbians of Tumblr who are also fans of an specific male artist. Do you guys also have a song made by him that is mostly perceived as straight, but you're just like: No. You're lesbian. You're a nmlnm song, now, because I said so.

Because, eh, um... you know, I- Erhm... *Profusely sweating in “Lady In My Life” by Michael Jackson.*

(/hj /genq)

I just got aroace rickrolled

hey as a local aroace, i want to specify something.

were no strangers to love. you know the rules and so do i (do i). a full commitments what im thinking of. you wouldnt get this from any other guy. i just wanna tell you how im feeling. gotta make you understand. never gonna give you up. never gonna let you down. never gonna run around and desert you. never gonna make you cry. never gonna say goodbye. never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

These mamas don't hear half, HALF of what soldiers of love hear constantly.

swifties claim they’re being judged and laughed at for wearing taylor merch in public.

For those who don't know; asexual people's jokes are on that level.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch?

I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the dommy mommy seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the bottom population, and I have over 3000 confirmed breedings.

I am trained in overstimulation and I'm the best teaser in the entire dom forces. You are nothing to me but more breeding material.

I will overstim you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucktoy.

As we speak I am contacting my secret network of trans fem hackers across the US and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.

You're fucking dead, whore.

I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can tease you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in handjobs, but I have access to the entire sex toy collection of the dommy mommy seals and I will use it to its full extent to breed your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little toy.

If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn brat.

I will cum all over you and you will drown in it.

You're fucking dead, slut.

A Careful Balance: Portraying a Black Character's Relationship with their Hair

@writingraccoon said:

My character is black in a dungeons and dragons-like fantasy world. His name is Kazuki Haile (pronounced hay-lee), and his mother is this world's equivalent of Japanese, which is where his first name is from, while his father is this world's equivalent of Ethiopian, which is where his last name is from. He looks much more like his father, and has hair type 4a. I plan to make his character very finnicky about his hair, both enjoying styling it, but also often being unsure how to style it (not in that he doesn't know how to, but has so many options for how to style it, he has trouble choosing). However, I know that there are some very harmful ways to write black hair, especially in regards to how the black character themselves feels about it. Kazuki does not hate his hair, in fact he takes joy in it, and I'm researching black hair and hair styles to be as accurate as possible. But I'm unsure if portraying a black character as occasionally overwhelmed by or vain about his hair is negative. How would you suggest either changing this or making it work? Does it need to be changed in the first place?

Black Character Overwhelmed by Curly Afro Hair

Your Black character wanting his hair to look its best and at times feeling overwhelmed seems reasonable and natural to me. It appears their challenge comes with how to style it. Not so much with struggling how it looks or how hard it is to manage. That is good, as this further helps avoid placing a strong negative focus on Black hair. 

Him caring a lot about how it is style should not be deemed vain or frivolous, either. In any case, hair care is self care. There’s nothing wrong with having pride with your hair, especially hair that mainstream society, historically and present, might say is not beautiful. This still matters, even in a fantasy world, since your readers still exist in this reality. It’s empowering and a welcome change to see someone who loves their afro hair, actually.

There are unique factors someone with coily afro hair would experience vs. straight, wavy, or looser curls, but people struggling with their hair (too frizzy, too flat, too limp, too thin, too thick!) is universal. 

There is a delicate balance to achieve.

Avoid Writing a Black Hair Journey Experience 

An overall negative Afro hair journey might be the reality for many, especially when society deems Afro hair as unacceptable and slaps so many uninvited opinions, laws and policies over its existence and on certain styles (again, historically and very much at present), but that’s the kind of story that is best handled by someone with the background. Someone willing to commit to the research might also be able to pull it off, although it’s truly not the kind of thing an escapism novel needs in my opinion. If the story is not meant to delve into “A Black /Black Hair Experience” then I'd avoid going that route. That is moving a bit towards a struggle narrative, depending on how much it defines your character’s story.

Add positive and neutral hair language and interactions

For your writing, I’d avoid using unchallenged negative language about his hair. Being overwhelmed at times and frustrated is one thing and expected. If his hair is constantly brought up, and is associated with uncontrollable, ugly, or too [insert struggle here], then rethink the direction you’re going. 

Add some positive or neutral terms, reactions, and interactions in the narrative towards afro hair, such as describing color and texture.

“His fine coils bounced in the wind.” 

“Hair black and shiny” 

“She wore her hair in two large, fluffy buns.”

“He admired his fresh, neat braids in the mirror, smiling at his reflection, before turning to leave.”

Another tip: It may have been for research purposes, but leave out any hair number categorizing in the story and rely on description. I’d say this goes for any story, as reading the number would feel off. 

“He had coily 4a hair.” Nahh! :P 

Also, I would suggest sending all passages that focus on his hair to a Black sensitivity reader for review.

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Describing Black Hair in Fantasy (Locs, Braided Styles, etc)

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Words to Describe Hair

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Friendship!

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie (as children and as friends).

*Modern!AU (2015).

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: On a sunny afternoon, Lisa goes out to play and encountered her new neighbour.

☆꧁༒𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆༒꧂☆

Lisa opened the gate, took a step out of her house and closed it, locking it as her mother had taught her. Then, she turned around and observed the street – the ground as warm as a ironed clothes and the light brown colour reflected the sunlight in a lower degree compared to white, so it wouldn't burn the eyes.

She looks from right to left and spot a boy playing with a cupcake baking toy set and a Pinkie Pie plushie. He had a dark skin and his coily hair was perfectly rounded in an afro.

Of course, Lisa's first reaction would be to try to play with him.

She approaches the boy with quick steps. — Psst! — She catches his attention. The brown shiny eyes directed towards the girl. — Look at this. — She stomp on the ground, making her EverAfter High shoes shine. You know, those cool shoes with lights that created a mini show that your momma never bought to you. — My name is Lisa Marie, you are?

— Michael. — He responds with a simple smile.

— Michael was the name of a singer from my grandmother's time, did you know that? But he died because he was very gossipy. — She explained what her grandmother told her beforehand.

— Hm... — Michael understand. — Do you know how to count up to 525?

She shook her head. — No, I only know up to 300. — She sits by his side. — Your favourite of the mane six is Pinkie Pie, right?

— Yup! — He agreed. — She's fun, she has the Pinkie Sense, she knows how to cook and loves playing pranks.

— Uhm, talking 'bout pranks, what about we play one right now? — Lisa offers the idea.

— Sure, which one?

The two children looked over a house that was a bit distant. They looked at each other with growing grins.

A few seconds later, the two were already in front of the yellow house with blue details, about to ring the doorbell.

— Okay, on the count of three, we ring the bell and run. — Lisa said and Michael agreed. — One, two three...

Although the agreement was to ring the doorbell, the subconscious of these two translated it as knocking out the poor doorbell, and, as I said, they slapped the doorbell and ran for their lives.

Because the fun of this prank is not to leave the resident confused, but to run like a dying stampede.

And oh what a clumsy run. For every three steps taken there were two near falls. If Lisa Marie Presley from a few years in the future went back in time and saw this scene, she would make fun of her younger self. And Michael Jackson from the future, well... He'd join in, let's not lie here.

The two children hid behind a bush laughing their asses off, while the old man that lived in the house called them obscene names and made not-so-pretty hand signs.

— You almost gave us away! — Lisa laughed out.

— Me? You was the one screaming like that's your last day on earth!

— But you were louder, you megalophone mouth! — Well, Michael has a new nickname for life now.

They'd still be playing around if Michael's mother didn't call him to get home and eat. Now, Lisa was helping him to collect his cupcake set.

— Shall we meet again, yesterday morning? — She said, wrongly referring to tomorrow.

He nodded. — You can go to my house, if you want.

— I can bring my Crystal Rarity. Her horn shines and does actual magic-

— Michael!! — Katherine called again.

— I have to go. Bye, Lisa! — He waved goodbye and ran to his house.

— Bye, bye, Michael. — She waved back.

And this is how a wonderful friendship get started.

☆꧁༒𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱.༒꧂☆