Latest Posts by ds29gurl2 - Page 2

reminiscing about SNW hijinks, it's amazing that in real life I am demisexual AF, but when it comes to this crew I would be a massive whore. Would literally bust ass at Starfleet Academy to get onto the Enterprise for d*ck.

My new first-time ever therapist attacked me today 🙄 You don't need to peg my entire lift down in one chart ma'am. Even if it is all somewhat VERY true.

May you never be the reason why someone who loved to sing, doesn’t anymore. Or why someone who dressed so uniquely, now wears plain clothing. Or why someone who always spoke so excitedly about their dreams, is now silent about them. May you never be the reason someone gave up on a part of themselves because you were demotivating, non-appreciative, hypercritical, or even worse sarcastic about it.

—Sharouk Mustafa Ibrahim

Where's Una!?!? Wait? Scotty!? :D SPOOOCCKKK no no no no no, please no

My literal first thought when Spock said he was Number One. I don't like this already. Jim Kirk is here, don't care though. Hopefully he doesn't become a central character next season. I still want this to be a Pike show. Onto what is really important, I can't believe Una was convicted :( That's some bigoted bullshit, I wonder who ratted her out (Side note, I know it's your job but Batel you bitch) That one Romulan captain is the GOAT. Goes to show there is always one good one in any species. We hope to see more of you in the future. Scotty!! I heard a Scottish accent. Wait... SPOOOOCCK no, please no I am literally having a panic attack. Ok he's better. That father and son ending between Spock and Pike is adorable. Glad to see Chris come to terms with his future, hopefully. aaaandd of course they fuck it up right at the end. Una baby we got your back. This Pike WILL NOT leave you on that penal colony, or I will have a conniption fit. This episode jerked my emotions all over the place, I cried, screamed, laughed for like half a second and then back to tears. This is Star Trek ladies and gentlemen. Hats off to a perfect first season. Until season 2, LLAP Enterprise crew🖖

Growing up watching the women in my family go through this and take it out on their kids, I refuse to follow in their footsteps. Single life until I find someone worthy. No I will not "lower my standards" as they keep telling me just cause your ass settled for trash.

Hemmer nooooooooo!!!

RIP to the best damn engineer I have ever seen. Yes even above Scotty, I SAID WHAT SAID, fight me, @ me! Why is everyone leaving me this episode, please understand Enterprise crew that you are all my emotional support starship crew. Why you want to leave me?! Anyways this episode was sad af, Hemmer died, La'an is leaving, 90 crew members lost their lives on the other starship. Damn. Still waiting on glimpse for the final episode and at this point I am afraid to watch it. I don't want this journey of hijinks to end :(

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 - 😢

BIG BROTHER IN THE HOUSE!

SYBOK IS HERE, STONN IS HERE, EVERYBODY UP IN THIS BITCH OF MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDD. I WAS SCREAMING THIS ENTIRE EPISODE. Also, sorry Christine I feel for you, though Spock hesitated for a sec when T'Pring said he could not have feelings for you, have hope (though of course TOS won't allow that). As for T'Pring I am sorry I doubted your devotion to Spock, twice, my bad Vulcan baddie. I am conflicted, both are awesome for Spock in my humble opinion. ANYWAYS, can't wait til next weeks episode, I HAVE to see the full story behind Sybok.

Good morning to everyone except this bitch

and all of the fuckers on Majalis. Except Elder Gamal and that one guard with the broken coin I hope all if you fall into the rivers of lava and lakes of acid with your bitch asses.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.]

When I tell my white friends that pretty much every Cuban I have met finds the movie Scarface hilarious and we don't give a fuck that he's played by an Italian-American dude. In fact, the bad accent just makes it that much funnier XD I quote "say hello to my little friend" at least once a week to my dad. It's a bonding movie for us both lol

Drinking wine, listening to Fall Out Boy at 2am, remembering simpler time before bills, work, feelings and shit

Aside from the the beautiful colors, animation and skin tones

Watching Abuela talk in this movie was like watching every toxic trait my Cuban family has come to life. The toxic traits that cause you to hide/question career choices, lifestyle choices, your sexuality just so you can remain in ✨la familia✨. Never truly being yourself because you want to appeal to an old woman with dusty ass traditions that mean NOTHING in the modern world. Because you don't want to end up like Bruno right? I am SICK of the intergenerational trauma Latinos put on their kids, especially their girls. To all my fellow, proud Latinas, please break free. Nobody and nothing is worth sacrificing yourself over. Kiss that boy/girl, take that job in another country, live alone, do everything they say you "can't" do because they are too afraid to do it themselves.

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.

“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

Postcards I accumulated traveling and studying in Europe, attached to a cork board

source @kmriscos

"If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere.

- Van Gogh.

Pictures source: @kmriscos

When the existential crisis hits you hard for the 4th time this week✌️

Her body is so powerful, my body goals for 2022.

“The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.” – Janet Fitch

A Town with an Ocean View

For anyone with anxiety and that loves Studio Ghibli have a listen to these ambiances, you'll feel better 😊

Kokiri's Green house: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8x_DFFOglg&t=590s

Ursula's Cabin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mt6iFE2dMEk

The book that started my ongoing obsession with travel and discovery. If I could go back in time for anything it would be to explore the world when it was so mysterious and new.

The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.

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.