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Kichijoji Dake ga Sumitai machi desu ka?

So I found a really awesome manga today???

It’s called “Kichijoji dake ga sumitai machi desu ka?” or, roughly, “The only town you want to live in is Kichijoji?” and is by Maki Hirochi

It’s about two sisters who work do real estate in Kichijoji, Tokyo

They’re both fat girls, but as far as I can tell so far, they aren’t fetishized or are the butt of a joke???

They’re both super cute, and drawn proportionally and realistically, seriously I can’t think of the last time I saw a manga with fat girls as the main characters/protagonists, or if I EVER have period. 

AND THEY LOVE METAL/HARD ROCK?!?!?

LIKE WOW IM IN LOVE!??

Also the stories are all just really sweet, it’s basically just the sisters helping people who come to their real-estate agency find the perfect home, like, it’s really cute and sweet and good? 

Also it has a live-action drama going on rn which is super exciting!

Basically, I don’t know if this story will get more popular or if the manga will get an English translation, but I was just super hyped about this and wanted to share ~ <3

I've been thinking a lot about queerness lately and I keep getting stuck on how deeply I want it to be normal. I want little girls to come home excitedly telling their parents about a pretty new girl in school that they have a crush on. I want young boys to have their first kiss with another boy and be able to tell their friends about it. I want them to be impressed and slap him on the back and say congrats. I want to bring home a woman to my family and have my father give her that whole fake threatening, "you better be good to my daughter" speech before offering her a handshake and a beer. I want people everywhere in the world to be able to hold hands in the street and not even think twice about it, not have to feel afraid, not have to feel like they're making a statement. I want so desperately for the world to catch up with something that so many of us already understand as normal. I don't want to be merely tolerated, and I wish pride wasn't necessary. I wish that having confidence in myself wasn't a revolutionary act.

Recovery from intensely restrictive and abusive upbringing is like: I’m comfortable with ambiguity, I’m comfortable with ambiguity, I’m comfortable with ambiguity, OH MY GOD SOMEONE TELL ME THE RULES RIGHT NOW OR I WILL DIE. AM I ALLOWED TO DO THIS? WHAT DO YOU WANT??? AM I IN TROUBLE FOR ASKING??? TELL ME THE RULES, IM SO SCARED, nvm I’m comfortable with ambiguity, I’m comfortable with ambiguity, I’m okay, this is fine, I’m comfortable with ambiguity

Reblog this if you’re polyamorous, searching for a cryptid, trying to communicate with demons, willing to throw a Molotov cocktail at a police car, really want more tattoos/piercings, or just really love nonbinary people.

No one will ever know which one 👀

Update:

So we are on speaking terms. The elders aren't pushing too hard about meeting or formally disassociating because the CO (their higher up) was visiting at the same time. Despite all their freaking out they contact me like nothing has changed now.

I plan to leave things like this for now and am glad I can still talk to my younger brother. Curious to see if things will change as I'm more honest online.

I finally moved out and told my parents I was leaving the cult. Moving was fine i suppose but the phone conversation explaining my stance was much more emotional than I expected.

My parents aren't the type to question their beliefs so I wasn't going to put effort into explaining myself, but they kept pushing. They had preconceived notions that I was just bitter or foolish and kept poking only to have me explain how their bigotry made my life hell. My dad tried to play off the slurs and awful things he said as jokes only to have to come to terms with the fact that I grew up feeling unlovable and disgusting because of him.

Now I'm waiting for them to decide if they ever want to talk to me again. They're crushed but still miss the point. Rather than realizing "homophobia bad" they took "we did homophobia wrong". While I can't say I wanted to spill so much to them, I'm happy that they have to live with what they've done.

my reaction to “Earthlings”

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Help a muslim lesbian escape arranged marriage, organized by Naailah Hakim

I'm making this fundraiser on behalf of my friend River, as it isn't safe… Naailah Hakim needs your support for Help a muslim lesbian escape

Happy disability pride month!! Pls help a disabled muslim lesbian in the middle east (me) escape an abusive household + arranged marriage that's been fixed for later this year.

I'm making a new post bc old one has lots of notes but the donations have slowed down a lot and my situation has now become potentially time sensitive. You can read the old post or the link for more details.

Please consider donating and sharing this post! I also have made posts on instagram and twitter that you can share. Here's also a link to proof (bc for whatever reason people think I'm scamming...like I'm making this up for fun? lmao.)

I'm so so grateful to everyone who is and has been helping me, thank you so much, i appreciate each and everyone of you ❤️

5,312/10,000

I thought suffering would make me beautiful. How catholic, how cathartic. Martyrdom, to die in blazing glory.

But it enduring pain only made it bigger. It seemed everlasting.

I thought it would make me less of a burden. Less human. More saint. And all saints are loved, and respected by all they sacrificed.

But no one remembers saints these days.

To be a sacrifice slaughtered by my own hand became so unfulfilling. It became dull, and pain is excruciating.

These days, I wonder what it means to endure, and what I want to endure, and why should life be made of painful endurances for me. Why I deserve punishment and nothing else.

These days, I want to endure joy until it breaks me, enough for me to reach into myself, remove the roots of the weeds that have spread all this hatred inside me, enough for this joy to be planted into my heart, and hopefully it will grow in me. Hopefully I can help it grow it others too.

I want love for all people, myself included, to be the only thing I ever endure.

Black history month art for y'all.

This goes for

Black LGBTQIA ( my trans brothers my trans sisters too I ain't forgetting y'all)

Black artists

BLM ally's

People in general whether what race celebrating this month with us.

Black singers

Black writers

Black actors

Black furries

Black anime fans

Everybody!!

I'm very happy this month.