Twenty-something year old college student who, instead of studying/ doing homework, comes here to find jgv, kpop, anime and other miscellaneous things on her dash. :) But I guess that's not really narrowing down who I might be~
Being a Kaze Hikaru fan is hard. For whatever reason, it just isn’t a popular title in the United States. On top of that, Viz has recently been publishing only one volume a year. To me, though, the worst part of it all is the fact that even getting a hold of RAWs is extraordinarily difficult.
I decided to do some digging, though, and managed to find bits and pieces here and there. Here is my, erm, “master list” of the various things that I’ve found so far. I will update this list accordingly, so try to check it often! I’m tagging it “master list.”
Disclaimer: Volumes 30, 31, and 32 in my Dropbox are my own personal scans, so please link back to this blog if you repost them. I *think* that the really clean scans were originally posted on http://hajimenokizu.com/news.php. I highly recommend that you save these scans to a safe place, because download links can disappear as quickly as they were posted.
things that 15 year old me did sophomore year that my southern-bred god-fearing conservative christian teachers Did Not Like
teacher refused to let me sit backwards in chairs. i made a point to sit backwards in chairs until she told me to stop, and then id manspread as much as possible. (semester one.)
teacher got onto my friend and gave her a panic attack over her newly dyed hair. i told her my friend putting red streaks in her hair was no different than her removing the grey streaks from her hair. got sent outside. (semester one)
teacher told me my bra strap was showing. took my bra off in class and put it in bag. was sent to principal’s office. mother was called, although she only muffled her laughter over the telephone. (semester two)
[to homophobic teacher who disliked my mothers] “what language is gaelic from? gayland?” “that’s where my moms are from, ma’am.”
teacher claimed i was lying about moving to uruguay and tried to force me into sitting in a personal meeting about my future classes and goals. told her to “sign me the fuck up for underwater basket weaving” and got sent outside. (semester two)
was told by teacher that “ladies should not say they have to pee. try ‘can i use the restroom’ instead” replied with “alright. i gotta piss like a racehorse. can i use the restroom?“ (got sent outside. again. semester two)
was told to “smile, you’ll look nicer” by a 6′0″ male coach i did not know. when he blocked my entrance out of the classroom until i smiled for him, i said “shove it straight up your ass,” before elbowing him in the ribcage, ducking under his arm, and running for it. skipped class in that building for a week. (semester two)
hopped a fence to catch my bus and flipped off an ancient male history teacher when he shouted at me to come back. he threatened to find me again. he never found me.
anyone else really happy they got over their “i hate the color pink” phase
Why were we all so extra
Internalised misogyny
Dude, companies are baffled by this everything available in pink is selling no matter what the colour of the year is or what other colours it’s available in. They’ve dubbed it “millennial pink” and they’re scratching their heads over this and it’s legit just that everyone is getting over their internalised misogyny and being like “yes pink is a happy colour I need happy give me more pink”
the year is 2067. am elderly woman sits in a hover-rocker at the local care home. she’s nodding off to sleep when a voice says, “hey, i like your shoelaces.” the woman opens her eyes, confused. shoelaces? shoes stopped having laces decades ago. she stares at the grey haired lady in front of her for a long quizzical minute before it hits her. a large, dentured smile spread across her face and she replies:
“thanks. i stole them from the president.”
Can someone please explain this?
The innocence.
Awe children, they just don’t know anymore.
What do you mean innocent. This has nothing to do with innocence.
you come into my house and make me read this with my own two eyes
