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*NANA SPOILERS*i feel so bad for shin he was literally groomed by reira and i know he was the one who sold himself to her but she should have known better. shin was literally 15 at the time and reira was 23. he was a fvcking minor like wtf. and the fact that we find out later in the series that shin actually loved reira and she knew but still kept on using him just because takumi didn't reciprocate her feelings like that's so messed up. and also nobody else cared that shin was selling himself for money they only told him to stop because it's wrong and they just left it at that, only hachi cared and was actually worried about him. shin deserves so much better :(

look at him go

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX9wa6XirBPv8 Three cheers for December 19th, also known as National Emo Day. National Emo Day celebrates the music, movement and culture that impacted millions worldwide. Emo began during the mid-1980s and emerged out of the hardcore punk movement. Some of the pioneers of the genre were Rites of Spring and Embrace, who helped to establish personal and confessional themes found in this genre. Emo continued to grow through the 1990s, but truly came into its own during the early to mid-2000s. This era allowed emo to grow from a music genre to a subculture, thanks to groups like My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights. Emo became the dominant sounds of alternative music during this time and fans clung to the emotion, sensitivity and angst found in the genre's lyrics. Emo shifted during the mid to late 2010s, moving toward hip-hop via the emo-rap subgenre. Emo rap borrowed from the themes and messages found in emo music, but brought in the beats and rapping found in hip-hop. Drop ur fav emo anthems below!!!! :) 

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ sʜʀᴇᴋ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᗪᗴᑭᖇᗴᔕᔕIOᑎ TIᗰᗴ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ᘜ 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺... A͜͡a͜͡a͜͡a͜͡a͜͡a͜͡*̆̈ c̆̈r̆̈ĭ̈ĕ̈s̆̈ *̆̈Ȇ̈𓀿 𝚢? i̥ͦd̥ͦk̥ͦi͟  ͟ju͟s͟t͟ w͟a͟n͟t͟ t͟o͟ t͟a͟k͟e͟ a͟  ͟po͟t͟a͟t͟o͟ c͟h͟i͟ ͟p a͟n͟d͟ e͟a͟t͟ i͟t͟ i͟s͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ t͟o͟o͟ m͟u͟c͟ ͟ ͟h͟ t͟o͟ a͟s͟k͟ f͟o͟r͟?͟H̸A̸M̸p⃠e⃠p⃠e⃠p⃠o⃠o⃠p⃠o⃠o⃠(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞       ⓌⒽⓎ

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Learning how to speed bridge in Minecraft rn and I'm doing pretty well but god damn does my ring finger HURT

𓂻 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑘 𓅿ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ...        ⓄⓇ ⒺⓁⓈⒺ...

ayo! yes u, im talking to u. heyyy ur pretty dope :] wanna b friends?

mah L4Z3RP01NT3R just fell behind mah bedddddd but i can get it back!!!!!! idk how but...... :P

i b feelin sad n sh*t sumtimz but othr timz i b not,,,,,,,,,,, huh,,,,,,,,,, wild -eaturheartout

this is my first blog. so far im just trying to cusomize my profile but got really frustrated along the way. i'm still trying to adjust to this website and trying to make friends. anywho i guess all's well that ends well. 

okay, i'm tellin this story bc it haunts my thoughts everytime i think about black butler 4 too long & if i have 2 know about the existence of this fic then so do u. anyway, it was around 4th or 5th grade (late 2011 - early 2013). there were these 2 girls that were kinda weebs & i guess they rlly liked black butler, so they took it upon themselves 2 write a fanfic. what did this fanfic entail? let me tell u. i believe it was mainly sebastian/ciel (which is a lot 2 unpack already) & the standout details 4 me were that ciel referred 2 his d*ck as his "bread" (hence me referring 2 this as "the bread fic") which i guess he thought that his "bread" got cold @ night so sebastian offered 2 warm it up with his mouth (this sh*t feels like it happened in a fever dream). i also remember this character named "mike" (which had 2 be either a. their oc or b. my friend who told me about this got the char's actual name mixed up bc i know 4 a FACT there is no black butler character named mike) being involved & there being quite a bit of rape happening in it. i only ever heard about this from my friend & never read it myself but it sounds like it was a fckin roller coaster 2 read.

  TikTok’s Top 10 Most Viewed Artists By Catalog For 2020: Megan Thee Stallion Doja Cat Pop Smoke DaBaby Roddy Ricch Melanie Martinez Don Toliver Dua Lipa 24kGoldn Lil Uzi Vert TikTok’s Fastest Songs To A Billion Video Views For 2020: “Toosie Slide ” – Drake “WAP” (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) – Cardi B “Therefore I Am” – Billie Eilish “Lets Link” – WhoHeem “Say I Yi Yi” – Ying Yang Twins “Where Is The Love?” – The Black Eyed Peas “Whole Lotta Choppas” – Sada Baby “Adderall (Corvette Corvette)” – Popp Hunna “Mood Swings” – Pop Smoke “THICK” – DJ Chose & Beatking When it comes to the fastest songs to hit a billion video views on TikTok, once again Hip Hop was at the pinnacle

Gone are the days of constricting personas—the hypersexual siren or the straight-edge lyricist—to adhere to narrow views of what could make a black woman marketable. At present, we are gifted with artists who exude conviction in the face of adversity. We deserve to see black women who love themselves without needing anyone’s permission to do so. Rappers such as the rhyme-spitting, flute-toting, booty-twerking Lizzo, or the clever, X-rated CupcakKe, reject body-shaming and slut-shaming—attitudes that society and, by extension, hip hop tend to revel in—by making songs that unabashedly embrace these supposedly shameful qualities. Their defiance is an opportunity for those who are often persecuted to finally feel welcome. “I can’t wake up one day and not be black. I can’t wake up one day and not be a woman. I can’t wake up one day and not be fat,” Lizzo told Teen Vogue in a June cover story. “I always had those three things against me in this world, and because I fight for myself, I have to fight for everyone else.”Elsewhere, queer rappers, like Young M.A. or the rising Lor Choc, challenge regressive ideas about sexuality and gender presentation. Young M.A., who understandably bristles at identity-based milestones, has made relationships a recurring theme in her music (alongside some charismatic swaggering), and her rendering of sex between women provides an alternative to male-imagined lesbian fantasies. Elsewhere, there’s Rico Nasty, whose audacious album “Nasty” falls somewhere between splashy red-bottoms stuntin’ and an aggressive Nike-boot stomp-out, and the ever-elastic Junglep**sy, whose catalogue (including this year’s “JP3”) is made up of the kind of music that makes you want to both have sex and sage your apartment. Both, like many of their peers, boldly reject the suggestion that black women and their expression are only worthwhile when they’re in pain. Collectively, their music allows listeners to hear hip-hop that has the freedom to be masculine or feminine, shy or bold, rebellious or traditional, interchangeably or all at once.Ratchet, brilliant, and sometimes both at the same time and sometimes neither at all, these women are showing up and doing the work. What’s more, they’re often better than many of their male counterparts (chalk it up to the insidious requirement for women and minorities to be twice as good for half the reward), which introduces a particular dilemma: sex sells records and makes superstars, while “being real” or expressly lyrical gets you labelled as serious or, worse, boring. (Furthermore, women often face harsh criticism for owning their sexualities on wax even though their male counterparts are just as, if not more, lascivious.) The markers of “success” in rap are constantly moving, and the shifting goalposts are only making these women that much more of a force, as they operate within hip-hop’s valued traditions while re-imagining the genre in real time. But here’s the thing: even if these women had nothing to offer but their presence, their music void of palatable substance or the trappings of aggro club anthems, even if the kinds of complaints that suggest their music is inferior were actually true (they’re not), they would still be owed the space. They would still deserve to be allowed to make music for music’s sake—the kind that exists for no reason other than that it felt good coming out of their bodies—just as many men are.