― Salma Deera
me in the theatre during this scene
Earth 42 Miles Morales could ruin my life, and I would thank him
Dios mio ayudame 🥵
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami
Another more serious note on this week's SNW episode. I KNEW this shit was going to happen when La'an saw Jim. They are going to keep hurting her until she leaves the Enterprise. I mean Jim is going to be captain. I couldn't be there either. As for Blondie and the Adulterer, shame on them both. Spock got his just desserts for cheating on T'Pring and Christine's inevitable pining for him is also her comeuppance. Like HOW are you going to steal another woman's man and then say IF I HAVE TO LEAVE YOU SO BE IT. Like bitch, wtf is wrong with you? You really go through all that just to not take the relationship seriously? TALK to him about this, be like "yeah I'm leaving but I will contact you the whole three months I am there, I will be back soon. I love you" SOMETHING! They are both the most emotionally immature assholes I have ever seen in my life. When they were playing chess and she was deflecting, I FUCKING KNEEEEWW that she was not going to be serious in committing and that this whole "relationship" was going to come crashing down because both are so annoyingly afraid of their own feelings. I just-ARGH!
NOBODY @ me about them MAkINg MIsTAKes, if it was you ds29gurl, you would cheat with Spock too.
Uh no, I have been in relationships and NEVER IN MY LIFE have I cheated. Attraction is no excuse for infidelity, LOOKING AT YOU TOO JIM, it is never a MISTAKE!
These two had me screech laughing the whole episode XD Though "Lord Rauth" is a little bitch for turning against his King like that. Nyota was SERVING as the evil queen, and Spock was actually serving her, hopefully she gave him that reward. 😜 Another wonderful banger of an episode that the cast looked like they had as much fun filming as I did watching it :D.
The ending for M'Benga's daughter though, girl I - 😢
The House on Mango Street was the first book that put what I wanted when I grew up into words. I hyperfixated on the shoes especially. They symbolize Esperanza's sexuality, and then her inner conflict between that sexuality and her desire for independence. I had similar struggles, particularly when I was 15. Quinces are a huge event in a Cuban girls life. Everyone in the extended family comes to ogle at the garish decorations while talking smack about the girl's dress and body in between bites of ropa vieja and croquetas. At the end, they exchange the little girl shoes she has for a high heel. Symbolizing her "ascension" into womanhood. This terrified me. I was still growing into my body. My feet still clumsy and my hands too small to hold onto to the ridiculous bouffant skirt of the dress which would inevitably lead me to trip even more in front of judging relatives. More than anything, I wasn't ready to be a woman, even symbolically. The questions of when I would get married, have children, would increase in their seriousness as they did for my first cousin. Under this pressure, she then had her baby at 17 with a man who constantly cheats on her to this day. They will tell me to go to university so I can find an educated man. Not to worry about about an education from myself. That I already study/read too much and men don't want overly smart women. This was the picture I had of "becoming a woman" since I transitioned from baby to child shoes. I told everyone the Christmas before my Quince in September that I would not be having one. The adults laughed and my cousins jeered at me at the kids table thinking I was loca and "antisocial". My mother, told me it would be my choice, but that the family would like to join me in this joyous occasion. I was shaking beneath their eyes, but again I said I did not want one. As September drew closer, the questions for when the invites were going out started to grow numerous. I again told them I would not be doing a quince. My aunt cried and called me selfish. That she never had a daughter, only sons, and she wanted to help me plan it. For the first time in my 15 years, I refused to give in. No amount of crocodile tears would get me to budge. I'm glad I did. It was the first step in MY path to becoming a woman. No high heels needed. Now, I keep my heelless "child shoes" near my bed in my own apartment where I live alone with my dog. Comfortable and free.
YOU decide what it means to be woman. Do not let anyone and their outdated traditions tell you what to do.
Find that song that makes you feel like everything is possible, while at the same time makes you feel at home. What is your song?
Mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HIU-au6Zfc
This was me when I was little. My priest grew frustrated with me when I asked if Mary truly had any choice in having Jesus. Worst of all, if I was a good girl would this happen to me? Sooo... I did everything not to be his type, following my previous priest's list of offenses women can commits. Which is somehow longer than it is for men for some reason, of course 🙄
My list of offenses
Tattoos/Piercings
Bisexual
Dark Clothes
Spoke my mind in Church
Believe in Evolution/Science
Being single
Doesn't want kids
Refuses to respect racist/stupid elders in my family, their tits/balls sagging ≠ wisdom, and cutting them out of my life after I moved out of the family home
In that same vein, calling my "sainted father" a fucking asshole for verbally abusing my mom, sister and me all our lives
and the list will continue to grow as I get older and give less of a fuck. The magic sky man, really a human man with a power kink, can get bent before they think they can control me.
Just saw the new installment of Scream '23, and I am still in love with this murderous bitch. Lord, I can't help that my heart starts to beat faster when I hear his voice. I remember sneak watching this for the first time (bc of religious, immigrant parents) and falling head over heels for this man. I credit him to being the start of my slasher fetish. Sorry not sorry XD.
Who was yours?
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