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Warrior Maiden

Stayed up until 3:30 starting a book the boyfriend got me ‘cause I wanna get through it so I’ll be ready for the library books I ordered. Only about an hour of reading left for tomorrow!

Abdullah’s eyes snapped forward. He felt them bulge. Two extremely fat young women stood in front of him. They met his bulging eyes and giggled again, coyly. Both were dressed to kill in shiny satin and ballooning gauze — pink on the right, yellow on the left one — and hung with more necklaces and bracelets than seemed probable. In addition, the pink one, who was fattest, had a pearl dangling on her forehead, just below her carefully frizzed hair. The yellow one, who was only just not fattest, wore a sort of amber tiara and had even frizzier hair. Both wore a very large amount of makeup, which was, in both cases, a severe error.

As soon as they were sure Abdullah’s attention was on them — and it was; he was riveted with horror — each girl drew a veil from behind her ample shoulders — a pink veil on the left and a yellow on the right — and draped it chastely across her head and face. “Greetings dear husband!” they chorused from beneath the veils.

"What!" exclaimed Abdullah.

"We veil ourselves," said the pink one.

"Because you should not look at our faces," said the yellow one.

"Until we are married," finished the pink.

"There must be some mistake!" said Abdullah.

"Not in the least," said Fatima. "These are my niece’s two nieces who are here to marry you. Didn’t you hear me say I was going to look out for a couple of wives for you?"

The two nieces giggled again. “He’s ever so handsome,” said the yellow one.

[…]

"I am sorry to hurt the feelings of two such spectacular young ladies…" Abdullah began.

The feelings of the two brides were hurt anyway. Each girl uttered a wail. Each put her veiled face in her hands and sobbed heavily.

"This is awful!" wept the pink one.

"I knew they should have asked him first!" cried the yellow one.

Abdullah discovered that the sight of females crying — particularly such large ones, who wobbled with it everywhere — made him feel terrible. He knew he was an oaf and a beast. He was ashamed. The situation was not the girls’ fault. They had been used by Assif, Fatima, and Hakim, just as Abdullah had been. But the chief reason he felt so beastly — and it made him truly ashamed — was that he just wanted them to stop, to shut up and stop wobbling. Otherwise he did not give two hoots for their feelings. If he compared them with Flower-in-the-Night, he knew they revolted him. The idea of marrying them stuck in his craw. He felt sick. But just because they were whimpering and sniffing and flubbering in front of him, he found himself considering that three wives were perhaps not so many, after all. The two of them would make companions for Flower-in-the-Night when they were all far from Zanzib and home. He would have to explain the situation to them and load them onto the magic carpet —

That brought Abdullah back to reason. With a bump. With the sort of bump a magic carpet might make if loaded with two such weighty females — always supposing it could even get off the ground with them on it in the first place. They were so very fat. As for thinking they would make companions for Flower-in-the-Night — phooey! She was intelligent, educated, and kind, as well as being beautiful (and thin). These two had yet to show him that they had a brain cell between them. They wanted to be married, and their crying was a way of bullying him into it. And they giggled. He had never heard Flower-in-the-Night giggle.

Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones (author of Howl’s Moving Caslte)

Just some casual fat hate written into your books for you. 

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milkscab:

midnightlotus:

If you are on more than one of social media accounts then “sorry not sorry” for this post… I have a beautiful, amazing, talented friend who is a survivor who I went with tonight to Take Back The Night here in London, and these were out signs. It was powerful - we marched, chanted and were part of something bigger than ourselves because we bright awareness to those we passed. And we felt good about it - until, that is, we walked to my car. We still had our signs and a man yelled from across the street “hey bitches we know not to fucking rape…” And because we were carrying signs, even though we had no interaction with this guy he felt the need to yell at us, to degrade us by calling us names… suddenly we were reminded exactly why events like this are needed, because rape culture exists. #TakeBackTheNight #RapeCulture #MMIW #ImNotNext #Survivor #March #Awareness

And they continued yelling at us as we walked away. A perfect reminder of why events like this exist.
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Every time a job ad says you need to have a great smile, I close it immediately. 

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I’m so sorry to anyone who has my snapchat right now, lol.

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moonswordbabe:

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Halloween is just around the corner. Time to stock up on themed reaction gifs!

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I thought I at least had epsom salts for my back but those are somehow gone too. 

Worst bath ever.

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Sad day today. Think I need a bubble bath. But we don’t have any bubbles. 

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