Joyous and sitting idly
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Is it just me or when someone’s blog displays their likes and following I think they are brand new to tumblr
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Ang kababaihan ay bayanihan
Hindi ka pag-aari. Hindi na dapat, at ‘di na muli.
I wrote this draft in a fit of rage way back in January, but one thing womanhood has taught me is that we are inborn with grace. The heavy expectation of beauty. If a daughter was once called pure and innocent, why are we called angry when we grow up?
[[MORE]]I grew up surrounded by women. Bold, brave, and beautiful women. The number of girl friends I had growing up was always greater than the count of males. Not that gender should matter in friendships. My beau ideals are women: Mami, Mama, Ate, and Ninangs. They stood as my superheroes instead of your usual Spiderman, Superman, and Batman.
I used to be intimidated to be labeled as a “feminist,” but I wasn’t afraid of coming off as striking with my passion for womankind. Rather, it bothers me that there’s always a label of some sort. A category which we are bestowed upon without consent or consideration. Harmless, they say—No, we have names.
Capitalism already sucks, and claiming our identity is theft. So, yes, it is offensive when you minimize us as a “Tradwife,” “Asian chick,” “Eacakes,” or that nonsensical “Chinita, morena, mestiza with glasses.” Hay nako. It breaks my heart that barriers and walls are built before you were even born in this world, especially if you’re gorgeous. The incapability to be a liberated woman.
Belligerently meeting eyes with the status quo is a debacle we must never get tired of. God knows what lengths women go through just so we’re relevant: screaming, gossiping, moaning, being written 10 full pages of criticism and scandal. As long as our names are spoken and our principles unwavering. Though it is far-fetched that women’s names are softly spoken, hummed in lullabies, and uttered with gentleness, we anticipate those days to come. The anticipation is a deceptive light.
The world owes it to us to acknowledge our existence. A man’s most inconvenient position. Swaddling a baby, washing the dishes with murky water and a whiff of rotten eggs, being demanded beauty at unreasonable times, all while being emotionally present, socially adequate, and an empath that prepares breakfast before 6:30 AM—is a woman’s daily life. It’s true. Not because she chooses to, but she is expected of it. No one apologizes. No one says it’s unreal because a woman can do it. Yet, no man is asked the same.
If there was a law that incarcerated emotionally absent fathers, idiot husbands, lousy boyfriends, or malevolent strangers, would it touch the tables of the courthouse, or would their appetite for power consume it? If it was served on a platter that just seeks protection, would it be given a glance or an ounce of attention, or maybe shelved like the flood control project cases?
We never learn; Most importantly, we never teach the youth to think compassionately. To grasp the idea that proprietary is not applicable to people.
I have a lot of Whys and Whynots my mom couldn’t answer. Why is my president like that? Why not appoint me as president? Why does everyone hate women? Why does social order force us to be sanguine?
With the basis of sex already too intricate for society to accept, we still establish separation before solving our crisis of discrimination. And no, this isn’t a declaration of war. Our resistance is a plea to an unprejudiced place in this world. Something I hope I can live long enough to see—that women are entitled to instead of privileged.
In gratitude for all the women before me, and to those who would take a step forward in hopes that the women after us would have it better, here’s a few lessons my heroes have taught me:
- You don’t have to wait to be completely “healed” to be happy.
- “You’re too complicated.” Take it as a compliment.
- If you wouldn’t do it to yourself, don’t let others do so.
- Be unapologetic, especially when you say no.
- Have grace with yourself.
- When good things come your way, you allow it.
- “We love our bread, we love our butter, but most of all we love each other.”
For now, until the world learns to digest equality as complete meals. Swallowing the awful truth. Or until you are ready to forgive yourself. Sorry. I’m sorry you have to constantly prove to the world that you belong in it. I’m sorry that you weren’t shown kindness when you were “different” than the others. I’m sorry for all the things you allowed to happen, even though deep down you didn’t want to.
Panalangin ko na hindi na parusa ang tingin sa mga dalaga kahit ang hiling ay binata. Nakasimangot ang buwan tuwing sinusumbat mo ang sarili mo sa hindi pulido na pagkatao. Sana hindi ka na pilitin. Sana maging malaya ka. Ikaw ang pangarap ko, ganda.
note: “Women” and “No” are mentioned for the nth time. In conviction and encouragement to always resist, not because we should make enemies, but to reform society. We decide. We were always capable. Now you know, and when you know better, you do better.
Salamat sa mga babae ko! amisyu aloveu :)
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Playing and really loving Noob - Les Sans Factions these days and I am SURE these 2 fuck. They both live in the same castel haunting and cursing villagers around laughing together and remishing in the evil they do together and despite the werewolf technically working (CALLED “HIS PET” OFFICIALLY HOLY SHIT-) for the vampire they actually act like equals and defend each other and relished in forbidden dark magic experiments together enjoying it together like an evil power couple and they get the same punishment by the equivalent of Life and Death of that world, even they aknowledge they are one. And the werewolf gladly gives his blood/life force here and there during fights to give back HP to the vampire, and the werewolf dresses and looks LIKE THAT in a collar and a thong all day long with the vampire, showing they’re both kinky and devoted as fuck, heck the werewolf’s first name is Fideliüs, from the French word for faithful “fidèle”, AND he is said to wax and work out which makes me hear Village People music… Ship
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ALT農曆新年快樂！！！
Happy Lunar New Year!!!
（本人的字真的太醜了很抱歉）
(I’m so sorry, my handwriting is really terrible.)
畫得很遼草很抱歉，本來在嘗試設計新角色，結果畫得太糟糕，想著畫點賀年圖，就遼草地把舞龍舞獅畫出來了，畢竟本人畫功真的很爛，真的很抱歉！另外那兩個抽象的小人是ORCAS和KARIX，就畫得很離譜，真的很抱歉，我畫畫真的很爛，近期我似乎有點畫到崩潰了，一直過不了自己這關，畫功太爛，能畫的東西太少，又總在拖延用系統點有效點的方法練習畫畫，又要在畫畫之前先處理學校事務，到處拖延，結果現在都是一切都被自己弄得一團糟了。
I’m so sorry the drawing is so terrible. I was trying to design a new character, but it turned out awful. I was thinking of drawing some New Year’s illustrations, so I just hastily drew a dragon and lion dance. My drawing skills are really bad, I’m so sorry! Also, those two abstract little figures are Orcas and Karix, which are drawn terribly, I’m really sorry. My drawing is really bad. Lately, I seem to be on the verge of a breakdown. I can’t get over myself; my drawing skills are too bad, I can only draw so few things, and I keep procrastinating on practicing drawing with more effective methods. I also have to deal with schoolwork before I can draw, so I keep putting things off. Now, I’m the one who’s messed everything up.
另外我找不到連接APPLE PENCIL和IPAD的充電線，電子筆連不上平板，手機又畫不到太精細，所以就找了點單行紙畫了
Also, I couldn’t find the charging cable to connect my Apple Pencil and iPad, the stylus wouldn’t connect to the tablet, and my phone couldn’t draw very detailed pictures, so I just used some single-line paper to draw.
拍照很糟糕很抱歉
I’m sorry the photos were terrible.
（晚點放參考圖Reference images will be posted later.）
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He… waiting…for… YOU!!!!!!!!
Yes I’ve made a aethos out of noob because I’m bored for @froxyfrog-art including @angela-the-fox @friendlyfox34 @berrizie @starlightgirl242 @stargazefox425
