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Umeji, fondly: Osoro sometimes talks in her sleep, it’s adorable

Osoro, asleep: Fight me… you motherfucker… square up… I think the fuck not…

wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”

he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.

after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”

anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”

half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.

and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.

A tale in 4 parts

Matt and Trey: *create an entire episode focused on Bebe when all the boys (except Tweek, lol) fell for her because her titties start to grow*

*Bebe hides her body under a box for doesn’t getting loved just for her body but her soul and intelligence and for getting treat equally*

Almost every South park fanfiction: “Through the years Bebe Stevens didn’t change that much: she’s still a bottle blondy bitch who had do half of the school and have the biggest breats of the Universe shallalallalà”

But…

My little daughter…

She isn’t…

I don’t understand… Why her?

My poor little angel didn’t born to be the slut of the school. (And that’s not slut shaming: there’s nothing wrong with a girl or a boy who has an attive sexual life. That doesn’t make you a bitch.

But in south park fanfiction a girl with big boobs is OBVIOUSLY the stupid slut.)

So, listen everyone: Bebe is interested in other people’s opinions and she’s often into the fashion of the moment (but in a way very similar to Kyle’s case: enthusiasm of the moment, that passes then and doesn’t delineate you as a person) but she hasn’t loved to be treated as an object neither to feel herself called “whore” from her best friend and from the other children.

Bebe has CLEARLY made to notice also a certain contempt for her mother, “the most beautiful chicks of the class” and she doesn’t want to be like her at the cost to hide herself inside a box.

I mean, a long time ago I have read a story in my native language called “Bebe in the city of the stars.” It was awesome , believe me. I will have reread it thousand times.

The story is divided among the adolescence of Bebe, Kyle and Cartman (infact the principal pairing is Kyman, despite they’re not the true protagonists) and all three have been built marvelously with fears, defects, merits and doubts. Beautiful. (And Cartman and Kenny are best friend and they’re perfect).

But now we speak of Bebe: she, in this story, wasn’t the queen of the school, neither one of the most popular girls. She was an outcast.

She was still friend with Wendy, but she was higher and higher than the blondie (because Wendy is strong. She doesn’t need a vote by the others for as he dresses, for thing she says or for the people that she frequents: she is sure of herself and she wins. She shine as a star.

Bebe doesn’t.

Bebe is insecure.

Bebe ends up being under draught both from the other girls that from the expectations of her own mother (the old scholastic queen).

And Bebe is sick. Both inside and outside.

And Kyle try to help her, but how to deal and face the problem of a girl that wants to reach unattainable standard stopping eating and taking pills to induce vomit?

That story, as sayd from the author herself, has delineated just a possible future Bebe. But it is believable and it keeps in mind of the aspects that delineates the character of this girl. And that’s not a buttle blonde bitch.

I know that the greatest part of the times Bebe is only a character of background. But, as writer, I finds intolerable and quite sad to for the character when a characterization is not given, or when the one already existing get snobbed because “I can think only about the two protagonists, eh, is not like I can give characterization to more people together. It is difficult.”

No!

Writing lets the possibility to create lives. Lives that however must be believable and formed. Not outlines of paper to be attached to the background and to use only “in chapter eleven”!

Writing is magic.

Use that facing magic for let’s people see your worlds and be proud of them. In every shapes of them.

Sorry for my bad English and for possible mistakes. Thanks you so much for reading❤️

- anellope

did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

protests in russia, 9.09.2018

sorry for the long post, but i won’t hide it under read more, you’ll have to see this, boo hoo.

@ rich educated students living in europe or america, studying “russian culture” in their universities and wishing you lived here, or Woke ppl thinking all russians support their government’s actions and do nothing to stop them,

i cannot believe how lucky, privileged and naive yall are.

protests against retirement pension age reforms took place all over russia yesterday. they were unsanctioned, because in russia you’re supposed to apply for the authorities to let you host a protest; otherwise everyone is arrested and beaten up. which is what happened yesterday. these people were out on the streets protesting the recent change in retirement age (it was moved forward, thus making the chance of the government just keeping your money if you die before reaching the retirement age, which happens very often here as russians in general don’t have a long life span thanks to atrocious medical care system and the lack of resources)

stats: more than a 1000 people arrested, including old people, teenagers and children; people beaten up, some of them wounded or with broken limbs, some old people requiring urgent medical care; most of community organisers and opposition leaders detained before the start of the protests. (https://tvrain.ru/news/ovd_info-471172/)

all for a peaceful protest. some of these people knew what to expect, because this is how most of protests end here. some didn’t, and were old and frail, or young, and just wanted to express their discontent. they were treated violently, ruthlessly and cruelly. this is what my country is today.

i am enraged. i am grieving. i HATE that the rest of the world doesn’t care, that the west make all russian developments about themselves and the western media only reports russian news connected to the american elections. i hate that no one ever mentions or notices the suffering of the people, the people arrested and jailed for nothing, the people tortured to death in prisons, oleg sentsov’s hunger strike going on for over 100 days and counting, the murdered journalists, the unbelievably widespread and obvious corruption, the spread of religious propaganda in all civil affairs including education and medicine. nothing changes, nothing ever will. i hate this. 

and this post won’t get more than like, 15 notes, most of them likes from my fellow russians. people i know in europe tell me to my fucking face that they consider putin’s regime “strong and powerful”, american commies post memes about stalin and lecture ME, A CRIMEAN TATAR, on how the soviet union was beneficial for the people. i can’t express the kind of despair i feel every day.

picture sources 1, 2, также фотограф: давид френкель, tvrain channel

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