First Five Minutes
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This is one part terrifying, one part heartbreaking.
when boys hold u by yr waist and make you feel tiny
when you kiss boys and you can feel their stubble
freckles on boy
body hair on boy
spooning with boys
when boys get hard while spooning and you can feel it and its really cute
boys in the abstract
1 year later and I’m a lesbian
Oh god haha
As Yahoo News Reports:
Zunera once dreamed of becoming a computer engineer. Instead, aged 16, she was tricked into prostitution in the UAE, beginning a four-year nightmare of cruelty, violence and rape.
Campaigners and officials say hundreds of young Pakistani women are also trafficked every year to supply the thriving sex trade in the brothels and nightclubs of Dubai. Zunera and her sister Shaista were two of them.
More than a year after she escaped, Zunera’s pain is still etched into her stumbling, hesitant voice — and also into her body, which bears the marks of countless beatings.
Vivid, angry scars run the length of her legs from ankle to hip, reminders of a botched operation after she was shot three times by the gang who trafficked her.
Zunera and Shaista managed to escape their tormentors in 2013 but still live in hiding in a two-room house in a slum, fearing revenge attacks. AFP is withholding their full names and precise whereabouts for their safety.
Their ordeal began in her hometown in Punjab province, when the family got into money trouble and a neighbour named Ayesha offered the sisters domestic work.
After a while Ayesha suggested she take the sisters to Dubai to work in her beauty parlour, getting fake papers to help the underage Zunera leave Pakistan.
Shaista is so traumatised by her experiences she can barely recount her harrowing ordeal.
Fighting back tears, Zunera revealed the horror that awaited them at Dubai.
"Ayesha took us to the lavatories at the airport and told us that we will be serving her clients for sex," Zunera told AFP.
"We started crying and then she told us that we travelled on fake documents and if we said anything we would be handed over to police right there."
Faced with no alternative, the sisters went with Ayesha, thinking they could just avoid having sex with clients.
"The first time, she herself was present in the room and made us do what the clients wanted. We were raped in front of her and with her assistance," Zunera said.
"She used to beat one of us and ask the other sister to talk on phone to our parents, threatening to kill us if we revealed anything about the brothel," Zunera recalled.
From time to time Ayesha brought the women back to Pakistan to renew their visas, frightening them into silence by telling them she would kill their whole families if they revealed the life they had been tricked into.
But eventually in March 2013 the sisters plucked up the courage to share their ordeal to their elder sister Qamar, who eventually obtained their freedom — but at a cost.
These are the events that keep me up at night and really scare me.
This is so important!
I never know what to ask and end up looking like a fool cause I don’t have a question prepared.
Don’t be me.
Have you guys heard of partial heterochromia iridum?
It’s when part of one iris is a different color from its remainder.
I live in constant anxiety of trying to do something for the future, something to help fuel my dreams. I have ideas and I am reading books. A professor told me “that’s the problem, you know what you want, but you don’t know how to phrase it, you throw around sentences, but put them together in the…
There’s a difference between me portraying the “mentally ill” as scary and harmful than portraying them as real people who went through tragic experiences.
Is there anything wrong with learning about their life experiences? It helps people to understand their circumstances a lot better. It’s not a “pity party”. It’s spread awareness.
Also you’re disregarding the fact that this isn’t just a horror blog I post science and much more too.
So stop using big words such as “albeism” to describe a cause that you clearly didn’t understand.
so goddamn sick of people being overly judgey like this.
as someone said in the comments
I don’t see why talking about this stuff has to be labelled “ableist” and forbidden, in order to be more tolerant?! You can’t just pretend everyone’s the same when they’re not and if you don’t get how someone is different to what you know, you should be able to enlighten yourself. People who don’t understand something are more likely to stare, laugh or be afraid of it. Understanding things is the key to acceptance.
^Huge round of applause for that
As a disabled person, I often find myself amused by the amount of ‘wow ableist pos’ comments or tags I see, because by definition, ableism is:
- Disableism is where unequal treatment of able bodied vs disabled person is promoted.
- Ableism is more like me saying ‘Wow so I went out in my wheelchair and this shop hasn’t got any adaptation so I can enter’ or ‘People not making room for my chair/crutches on a bus’ or hell, even one comment a friend said to me once that I wasn’t disabled, just lazy (of course, dislocating bones constantly is clearly laziness, dammit - I had the cure all along! *snaps fingers - wait, thats a mistake…*)
- Is @sixpenceee’s blog ableist? No. Not in the fucking slightest. She is someone that has stated on her PAGE HEADER that she doesn’t just post horror stuff, she LIKES science stuff, stories, real life issues. Extreme SJW who go out of their way to make issues out of imagined slights is just … kind of a stretch really. Pretty sad.
LEGEND OF LA LLORONA (THE WEEPING WOMAN)
A popular hispanic legend.
This is how it goes:
Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria. Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else.
As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren’t good enough for her! “When I marry,” Maria would say, “I will marry the most handsome man in the world.”
And then one day, into Maria’s village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn’t manly to ride a horse if it wasn’t half wild.
He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention.
If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn’t even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. “That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! ” he said to himself. “I know I can win her heart. I swear I’ll marry that girl.”
And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class.
As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her.
One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn’t even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street.
When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone.
The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.
But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. “Where are my children?” And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them.My boyfriend told me about her, he said one day in mexico it was raining really hard and his mom told him to listen. And all of a sudden all noise went away, no dogs barking or the rain pouring and he just heard a loud scream. His mom held him and said “you heard that? That was la Llorona. ” and my boyfriend has never scared me so much and I told him I’m never visiting mexico with him. Haha.
There are different versions of the story, and someone pointed out that the version I posted had some errors but here is their corrected version
Making this was so painful because i could only imagine what these characters would be like in smash
The Boxtrolls (2014) | Behind the Scenes
via Animation Magazine:
- 1 week; the average amount of time for an animator to complete 3.7 seconds of footage
- 3.5 inches, the cuff-to-cuff measurement of baby Eggs’ sweater (created on an embroidery machine to produce irregular lines, like a hand-knitted garment). His little socks are only ⅝” long
- 4 scenes per week was the goal for each animator
- 14 different fabrics were used in Lord Portley-Rind’s white hat
- 24 kinds of weeds were created for backgrounds by the greens department
- 55 different sculpts of prop cheeses were made; different scale sizes were needed for wide, medium and close shots