hello people of tumblr, it would mean the world to me if you helped me out in voting my favourite bisexual nerd into winning this one singing competition that might have taken over my life. it is a very simple process, it is free of charge and you can vote once a day tho it's fine if you only vote once, it will make me immensely happy nevertheless <3
so, the steps are as follows:
download the 'ot 2023' app from the app store
2. if you are from a hispanic country you shouldn't have any problem with this. if you are from any other part of the world, you need a vpn to access the app.
3. register with your email or whatever means is easier for you. don't worry, it's free of charge and they don't send you spam emails or anything; i've had it since the beginning of the contest and i haven't received any. it is simply a way to track how many users are in the app i guess.
4. go to the heart in the bottom left (circled below)
5. click on paul thin and confirm your decision of voting him as a winner by clicking on the tick. his heart should be purple then. this is free of charge, you don't have to worry about the money.
6. repeat if you want it next day until next monday :)
also, just to see who you are voting for, here are some of his best performances from the first half of the contest (due to how the program is structured, the second half performances are not available in youtube yet)
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i think ppl kinda miss the point of why pink femme girl power aesthetics are empowering to some women, and this isnt specifically about the barbie movie bc i havent seen it so idk how its gonna pull the whole thing off, but it has definitely sparked a lot of discourse around this. but its not about "telling girls its ok to be feminine" because of course the society already pushes femininity onto women. its just that women are devalued, and women are devalued no matter what they do, however femininity is FOR women and it is because of that association with women that femininity is also devalued (regardless of gender, but even when performed by women). it is an expectation, but it is taken for granted. like for example it is expected for women to do makeup and care about fashion, however it is simultaneously taken as something shallow and frivolous to have as an interest or hobby, and people who point out that it actually takes a lot of skill and artistry are dismissed and brushed off. and again this is a skill that is just expected that all women will have! and celebrating femininity, in for example movies like legally blonde, is saying that no, there is inherent value in this thing, there is inherent value and skill and use in having traditionally feminine hobbies, feminine women had to work and femininity doesnt make someone lesser. and when we accept these as their own skills, hobbies, interests, hopefully we can also separate them from womanhood, and we can accept women as, yknow, their natural state. femininity is an action and it has value but women should damn well opt out of it if they want to.
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i had a dream that there was this EXTREMELY pretty girl, like MAJORLY pretty. just my type (one of them anyway): long dark hair, light pretty eyes, gorgeous smile, sweet as pie... thick thighs-- i could go on about all the things on this woman that made me drool.
anyway, she was like, a friend of one of my friends or something. all of my friends knew that i liked her apparently. DISCLAIMER: SHE DOES NOT EXIST, NEITHER DO ANY OF THESE FRIENDS 😭✌🏾but im not sure if she knew that i liked her. anyway, she was wearing such a cute outfit ugggghhhh 😔
all of my friends were at one friends house and i was the designated driver (like i usually am irl tbh). so, i went to pick them up and as they're all filtering into my car, they're commenting on how dirty it is. it usually is. water bottles galore and i typically dont care but i didn't realize SHE was coming until the very last friend got in and was like, "you remember sara? 😏" and i saw her. my heart dropped and suddenly, im embarassed about the state of my car.
im like, "if you guys told me sara was coming, i'd have cleaned my car."
"oh, it's okay. you don't have to do it just for me." she tugged at the bottom of her skirt as she sank into the car, bottles rattling at her feet. she looked at me and she's like, "but it is a little messy in here, yeah."
SHE THINKS MY MESSY CAR IS MESSY AND IM ABOUT TO COMBUST!!!
and all my friends are in the backseat chattering about how i ALWAYS let my car get this dirty. ???? IN FRONT OF SARA???? PLEASE!!! and she's laughing at me about it telling me she should stay on top of me and make sure i keep things tidy 😭ma'am, can you not laugh at my pain???
i fumbled a bad bitch in my dreams by having a dirty car. my car is dirty irl too.. dont be like me.
this has been a PSA. clean your cars kids.
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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”
“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“
“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”
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instagram post: *video of a woman gently encouraging a hesitant child to go down a slide*
the first comment: this woman is violently pressuring her child to do something that they are clearly terrified to do, children should NEVER have to do anything they don't want to do, this kid is being abused and will grow up to hate their mother i hope someone calls cps on her
the second comment: kids are so thin skinned these days if it were my kid i would push it down the slide and laugh at it if it cried. this is the only way we will win the culture war
the third comment: she should have used a condom. this would make a great condom ad. no one cares that someone came in you. kids are not human. i hate kids so much.
the fourth comment: DM ME """HELP""" 🤝💪😤 I AM PAYING OFF DEBT OF FIRST 5 🎉 TO DM 💯💯💵💵 DON'T MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY 😍
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