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Seventeen year old British female that goes by the alias of Bebe on the wondrously fucked up world of the internet.
As a custom of my culture, I love to complain. I'm also a sarcastic little bitch. But I do so in the nicest way possible, as to not offend those who piss me off. ^;^
Okay but seriously, if I do offend you, I usually don't mean it. So please inform me. ...Uh, I guess this means enjoy my blog?

Top 20 Characters (as voted by my followers) → #14 (2/2): Roy Mustang

"The power of one man doesn’t amount to much, but that doesn’t matter. With what little strength I have, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect the people I love. And in turn, they’ll protect the ones they love. It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each other."

murasakiowl:

For those in the Smash fandom who are unfamiliar with Fire Emblem Awakening (and Robin)

1. Robin’s appearance and name can be customized.
2. Female Robin is a potential spouse for Chrom.

It happens to be my favorite pairing so Robin’s Final Smash for me is literally OTP FINAL SMASH. No shame in my shipping game. ;;

And for those familiar with my “Robin”, Valarie, yes this is still her, yes there is a reason for the lack of eye patch, and yes, I’ll probably draw it later, and no, it doesn’t have anything to do with Smash Bros. 


Drawn on the 17th. (I usually keep track of dates by uploading to tumblr when I finish something but seeing as I can’t do that right now, I’ll just have to put the dates down in the description, sorry!)

pitchs-daughter:

Do you ever hear a sad song come on and you haven’t heard it in awhile and you’re just like-

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Anonymous asked:
You're really just looking for something else to complain about bc you probably ran out of shit to bitch about from your amazing life :((((((( poor you, people appreciate your culture :((;;;

j4ya:

Okay. Okay, sure, let’s talk about my amazing life.

Yeah, I came to the states at the age of 6. I was immediately enrolled into elementary school. Even though I had completed first grade and was set to start second, they told me I had to take first grade over again because they didn’t know if my education was up to/matched with American standards. Do you know what being educated overseas is like, especially in Asia? (Let me guess—you probably don’t.) I was bilingual by the time I was 4/5. We learn twice the amount Americans do. That was the first time I was told that my upbringing, my culture, was not important.

I started going to grade school and right off the bat, the first things the kids noticed about me, of course, was my thick Indian accent. Teachers scolded the children who made fun of me, but they never once tried to assure me that the way I spoke was okay. I was corrected, coached, and taught to speak ‘American’ so well that by the time I turned 10, no one believed I had moved here from India. And that was considered good. I learned that the way I spoke was wrong, and to be respected and accepted by my peers, I had to erase a huge link to my cultural background.

That wasn’t it, though. My mom made some of my clothes, because she was great at sewing, and it did save us a lot of money, but unfortunately, India was a few years behind on fashion and a lot of Indian clothing for children is fairly unisex/gender-neutral, so people made fun of me for the way I dressed—in plain, gender-neutral clothing—because I didn’t ‘look like a girl’. 

I had oil put in my hair—it’s a great treatment for all hair, it really nourishes the scalp. But girls called my hair oily, greasy, smelly. Honestly, it was probably healthier than all their hair combined. And today? These girls are climbing over each other to find organic coconut oil to use on their weak, brittle, dead hair to try and make it look like mine.

My mom cooked a lot in our apartment, and sure, you guys are great with eating Indian food when you go out to eat, but do you know how much work it takes? Our whole apartment would fill up with the mouth-watering smells of spices and dishes my mom made but if I showed up to school with the smell on my clothes, kids declared that I was smelly. I smelled like food, the same food, mind you, that these kids would grow up to love to eat every time they went out to eat at their local Indian restaurant, but they saw it as disgusting, because in their households, with their bland white bread and dry-ass meatloaf, they honestly had no idea what it took to flavor a meal. 

Worse than that, I brought some Indian food to lunch, and all the girls at my table made a face. They called it weird and gross, and actually made me pine and desire for their boring two-ingredient sandwiches. I had to tell my mom to stop packing me food that looked and smelled Indian for school, and though I didn’t really notice it at the time, today I can clearly remember how heartbroken she was upon hearing that from me. She struggled to teach herself American cuisine so that I would not feel uncomfortable at school. She did that. For me. I’m tearing up right now typing this, because she knew how desperate I was to make friends, and she taught herself all this for me. 

Growing up was not easy for me. I had to fight through a lot to be comfortable with myself, my identity, my culture, and my upbringing. Even today it’s not easy. Do you know the pressure on Indian kids to succeed, especially academically? One time I forgot to do a sheet of homework in 5th grade and rather than taking the late slip to my mom to have her sign it—because I knew I’d be in trouble—I forged her signature to get out of it. At only 10 years old. That’s how scared I was of messing up in school. That’s the kind of pressure there is on us. 

But at the same time, you want us to be happy with you people, to smile at you people, the same people who, when we were growing up, bullied us without mercy, made fun of how we were raised, made us embarrassed for you to come over and catch a whiff of our fragrant kitchens, made us change our lunches, our hairstyles, our clothes, just to appease you. So fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid ‘appreciation’ of my culture. You only choose to appreciate it now that you can see the value of it, but if you were not able to appreciate it years ago, when I was just a 7-year-old immigrant girl crying alone on the blacktop because no one would be friends with me, then you sure as hell do not have the fucking right to appreciate it now, let alone come to me and mock me for having no troubles in my life, especially since people like you were the cause of all my troubles growing up.

diisuke:

assassins can’t be heroes you embarrassing piece of cheese

diisuke:

assassins can’t be heroes you embarrassing piece of cheese

whittling-while-i-work:

blunt-the-knives:

reptalian98:

awonderstruckswiftie:

nowyoukno:

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I don’t care how many times I re blog this, I can relate to this kid. How come people find autism funny to make fun of? Eg “god he’s an autistic piece of crap.” Anyways, this kid describes my life through his speech :,) my friends tend to never speak with me in real life and internet (except a few). And this kid is more has more guts than me for standing up in front like that.

Bless this kid. God bless him.

Do you know how big a deal this is people.
This kiddo has Autism.  Something that really makes it difficult for someone to use their principle functions.  That can and often includes the ability to understand and comprehend Social skills.  It doesn’t matter if your high-functioning, low-functioning, or Aspergic, Social Skills are something we are left without growing up and we have to work our asses off to develop those skills to the point where we can be seen as the same.  It was something that was so important for me to learn that it became my number one priority.  Hell my academic studies often took the back seat to my social studies.  It was important to my because I got teased, I got bullied, I would get picked on because they knew they could rile me up and yank my chain.  They knew they would get a reaction out of me and they didn’t care how it made me feel.  They just wanted to get a laugh at the expense of the weird kid.  I was lucky I had at least 1 friend at each school I went to that would stand up for me and help me whenever this happened.  I worked so I could fit in, so I could make myself less of a target for the people to pick on.  I worked to make myself normal, so I could fit in.
Now think about how absolutely TERRIFYING it is for him to be able to stand up in the middle of his PE class and actually talk about what he’s feeling, and how other people are making him feel.  You hear those ‘likes’ he’s sputtering out?  That’s his mouth trying to keep up with every little thing that is racing through his mind right now, and let me tell you, we kids who have Autism and Aspergers our minds work considerably faster than the average person’s.  This kid is struggling to say what he’s feeling, and he’s struggling hard, but he’s still pushing forward, he’s going to say what he’s feeling and he does.  AND THAT IS MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING.  I never had that courage myself when I was growing up, I was scared, I was afraid I’d be signaled out, I felt it’d just signal me out even more than I already was.  So all I did was listen to the adults and just ‘ignored’ the kids who were bullying me.  And in hindsight, I wish I could have gone back and stood up for myself.
What makes me really mad though, is those kids who just sat there laughing.  FUCK. THOSE. BRATS.  I can tell you with a good deal of certainty that those are the little shits this kid has to deal with.  And he knows it too!  He acknowledges the fact that those kids are laughing at him, and I can see that anger and frustration that is seated in him, I can see that hurt in his eyes when he says “I see you laughing.”  And in my case if I had done what this kid did at that age I would have gone over, and I would have started getting really agitated and running my mouth, but this kid doesn’t, he keeps calm and doesn’t lash out at them and I respect him for that a lot.
This is why it bugs me so often when people on the internet use autism and aspergers as the butt of a joke or as an insult, hell I don’t even know what it’s fucking connotations as an insult are!!  But it’s fucking god damn infuriating!  This kid has Autism, but you’re only seeing the Autism, you aren’t seeing him.  You aren’t understanding that beyond that label is a kid just as unique and varied as any one of your normal friends.
I don’t like writing huge walls of text, but in this case I’m tired of seeing post after post about kids with Autism getting bullied or not getting the help and support they need.  I’m finally giving my two cents on this topic and I’m giving every bit of worth those two cents have.  I’m tired of seeing this bullying go unchecked, I’m tired of people not seeing kids with autism and needing support and help, rather than time outs and detentions.  I’m tired of people throwing the word Autistic around on the internet as some piece of unjustified fucking slander.  I’m tired of having to remind myself that my Asperger’s isn’t something to be ashamed of.
Sure, we kids with Autism and Aspergers don’t have the best social skills or control over our emotions.  When we get angry we burn our anger really intensely, like a fucking magnesium burn.  There’s a reason they’re called meltdowns.  But these are skills we can learn, these are things we can develop when we’re given the proper help and support.  You know what else?  We kids with Autism and Aspergers are really god damn fucking smart!  My own IQ is 124!  I’m bordering on the upper percentile of the Above Average grade!  But the years of teasing and bullying has left me with the shittiest self-esteem that I barely even believe that I am smart!  This is what happens when we get bullied and teased incessantly while we grow up, and I am sick to death of it, because I’m in college and I haven’t even escaped this shit on the GODDAMNED INTERNET.  I don’t want any other kid to have to go through this.  I don’t want to have any other kid make an excuse to go to the bathroom so he can run and hide in the library and cry! I don’t want any other kid to get beat up on the playground just because he wants to play by himself.  When I’m a father, I will not fucking tolerate this shit from any other kid.  I will stand up for my children when they’re too scared to do so themselves, I will protect them from the kind of shit that has made me feel worthless and retarded.
So watch this video, and understand just how fucking important it really is, and how brave this kid was.

whittling-while-i-work:

blunt-the-knives:

reptalian98:

awonderstruckswiftie:

nowyoukno:

Source

watch it

I don’t care how many times I re blog this, I can relate to this kid. How come people find autism funny to make fun of? Eg “god he’s an autistic piece of crap.”
Anyways, this kid describes my life through his speech :,) my friends tend to never speak with me in real life and internet (except a few). And this kid is more has more guts than me for standing up in front like that.

Bless this kid. God bless him.

Do you know how big a deal this is people.

This kiddo has Autism.  Something that really makes it difficult for someone to use their principle functions.  That can and often includes the ability to understand and comprehend Social skills.  It doesn’t matter if your high-functioning, low-functioning, or Aspergic, Social Skills are something we are left without growing up and we have to work our asses off to develop those skills to the point where we can be seen as the same.  It was something that was so important for me to learn that it became my number one priority.  Hell my academic studies often took the back seat to my social studies.  It was important to my because I got teased, I got bullied, I would get picked on because they knew they could rile me up and yank my chain.  They knew they would get a reaction out of me and they didn’t care how it made me feel.  They just wanted to get a laugh at the expense of the weird kid.  I was lucky I had at least 1 friend at each school I went to that would stand up for me and help me whenever this happened.  I worked so I could fit in, so I could make myself less of a target for the people to pick on.  I worked to make myself normal, so I could fit in.

Now think about how absolutely TERRIFYING it is for him to be able to stand up in the middle of his PE class and actually talk about what he’s feeling, and how other people are making him feel.  You hear those ‘likes’ he’s sputtering out?  That’s his mouth trying to keep up with every little thing that is racing through his mind right now, and let me tell you, we kids who have Autism and Aspergers our minds work considerably faster than the average person’s.  This kid is struggling to say what he’s feeling, and he’s struggling hard, but he’s still pushing forward, he’s going to say what he’s feeling and he does.  AND THAT IS MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING.  I never had that courage myself when I was growing up, I was scared, I was afraid I’d be signaled out, I felt it’d just signal me out even more than I already was.  So all I did was listen to the adults and just ‘ignored’ the kids who were bullying me.  And in hindsight, I wish I could have gone back and stood up for myself.

What makes me really mad though, is those kids who just sat there laughing.  FUCK. THOSE. BRATS.  I can tell you with a good deal of certainty that those are the little shits this kid has to deal with.  And he knows it too!  He acknowledges the fact that those kids are laughing at him, and I can see that anger and frustration that is seated in him, I can see that hurt in his eyes when he says “I see you laughing.”  And in my case if I had done what this kid did at that age I would have gone over, and I would have started getting really agitated and running my mouth, but this kid doesn’t, he keeps calm and doesn’t lash out at them and I respect him for that a lot.

This is why it bugs me so often when people on the internet use autism and aspergers as the butt of a joke or as an insult, hell I don’t even know what it’s fucking connotations as an insult are!!  But it’s fucking god damn infuriating!  This kid has Autism, but you’re only seeing the Autism, you aren’t seeing him.  You aren’t understanding that beyond that label is a kid just as unique and varied as any one of your normal friends.

I don’t like writing huge walls of text, but in this case I’m tired of seeing post after post about kids with Autism getting bullied or not getting the help and support they need.  I’m finally giving my two cents on this topic and I’m giving every bit of worth those two cents have.  I’m tired of seeing this bullying go unchecked, I’m tired of people not seeing kids with autism and needing support and help, rather than time outs and detentions.  I’m tired of people throwing the word Autistic around on the internet as some piece of unjustified fucking slander.  I’m tired of having to remind myself that my Asperger’s isn’t something to be ashamed of.

Sure, we kids with Autism and Aspergers don’t have the best social skills or control over our emotions.  When we get angry we burn our anger really intensely, like a fucking magnesium burn.  There’s a reason they’re called meltdowns.  But these are skills we can learn, these are things we can develop when we’re given the proper help and support.  You know what else?  We kids with Autism and Aspergers are really god damn fucking smart!  My own IQ is 124!  I’m bordering on the upper percentile of the Above Average grade!  But the years of teasing and bullying has left me with the shittiest self-esteem that I barely even believe that I am smart!  This is what happens when we get bullied and teased incessantly while we grow up, and I am sick to death of it, because I’m in college and I haven’t even escaped this shit on the GODDAMNED INTERNET.  I don’t want any other kid to have to go through this.  I don’t want to have any other kid make an excuse to go to the bathroom so he can run and hide in the library and cry! I don’t want any other kid to get beat up on the playground just because he wants to play by himself.  When I’m a father, I will not fucking tolerate this shit from any other kid.  I will stand up for my children when they’re too scared to do so themselves, I will protect them from the kind of shit that has made me feel worthless and retarded.

So watch this video, and understand just how fucking important it really is, and how brave this kid was.

juniperarts:

This is my redraw/ alternate scenario for this scene.

I see the people wanted a kiss at this scene but in all honesty I just wanted a damn hug! Is that too much to ask for?

Ladies of SnK
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