These voice actors wildin’
I’m I could listen to Luna say mother fucker all day every day
softly “Shit”
A rare pony reblog appears from me XD
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These voice actors wildin’
I’m I could listen to Luna say mother fucker all day every day
softly “Shit”
A rare pony reblog appears from me XD
It’s the hols, y’all!
I’m feeling very much in the giving spirit lately, so I decided this would be a fun time to run a giveaway! The winner will receive a custom bust portrait of the character of their choice.
But wait, there’s a catch…
You can’t win this for yourself.
In order to enter, you must reblog and tag someone else you wish to nominate for an entry. Maybe there’s that mutual who’s always liking and reblogging your work with super sweet tags, or maybe someone surprised you with a fic or a piece of art recently and you’d like to do something kind in return. Or maybe you just know of someone who could use a little extra cheer this month. This is your chance to share some fandom love with them!
Rules:
1 reblog = 1 entry. For the purposes of this giveaway, likes will not count as entries. (Because you can’t tag someone in a like.)
Tag as many folks as you like! Each tag will enter that person into the drawing.
Reblogs without any tags don’t count, as you can’t win for yourself.
Subsequent tags won’t enter someone twice. It’s gonna be hard enough to type all these names into a spreadsheet once! (But even if you think someone might have already been tagged, you can still do it–it’s always nice to know someone was thinking of you!)
The winner will be chosen and announced on December 26th. They will receive a digital piece of art featuring a bust illustration of the character of their choice on a transparent or solid background.
What I will draw:
Original and canon characters - I’m most familiar with the Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and Harry Potter fandoms, but I can also draw your D&D Character or an OC from another fandom, as long as they’re mostly humanoid and you can give me plenty of info and references! (Piercings and tattoos are welcome as long as they aren’t super intricate.)
Humans, elves, qunari, dwarves, goblins, tieflings, etc. are all on the table!
What I won’t draw this time:
Mech and/or furry characters. I’m just not great at them, TBH.
Complicated outfits/armor. The finished piece will be a bust, so I’ll do whatever is visible from the shoulders up if you want clothing and jewelry included, but it should be fairly simple.
Animals. They take more time, and I need more practice at them to really feel good about doing them for other people.
Happy holidays and good luck to everyone!
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When people find out that my dog is afraid of men: Oh, the poor thing must have been traumatized when she was younger! Poor baby, I just want to hold and comfort her and let her know she’s safe.
When people find out that I, an adult human woman, am afraid of men: Um, not *all* men, sweetie. You can’t go your whole life being afraid. Get over it.
When my dog was allowed to get a hysterectomy: She doesn’t need to have puppies to have a happy, healthy like with her adoptive family.
When I, an adult human woman, want to get a hysterectomy: But having children will make you happy! You might change your mind!
People misgendering a dog: Oh my god I’m sorry it wasn’t intentional! I didn’t know :/
People misgendering a trans person: Uuuuh idc get over it
Getting older and then looking at all these teenagers who have to save the world…..why did I ever think that was acceptable……..they’re so young….let Katniss sleep…….let Harry Potter have a normal school year……..Aang is literally 12, I’m twice his age and incapable of 1 percent of his plot duties, these poor children, these poor acne encrusted puberty enduring babies
#honestly!!!#its really disconcerting like… being an adult now and seeing other adults not uh#question this or be uncomfortable with children in these situations#like even fictional ones?#i understand being a kid and not seeing it#but being an adult and looking at a piece of media about like#war or some shit#and being like ‘yeah putting kids in the middle of it is a great idea and message’#nnno??? (via @blazednarancia)
ok but did you forget what being a kid and reading/watching these stories was like? because actual real children do not live lives devoid of violence or responsibility or darkness.
kids have abusive families like Harry and live in poverty like Ron, they live in poverty as part of specific systems designed to keep them keep them there like Katniss, they live in situations that ask way too much of them like Aang and Harry and all of them.
My little sister’s graduating class had a lot of dead parents. There were all kinds of reasons, drug overdose and sudden illness and motorcycle accident and long battle with illness and ’….ehhh probably heart disease? they didn’t do a real autopsy…’. For the long battle with an illness category, Sarah’s mother got cancer not long after giving birth to her much younger sister. Not only did Sarah have to watch her mother slowly lose that battle over the last years of Sarah’s childhood but she had to basically raise that baby because her father was busy trying work and care for their mother. Sarah didn’t have to save the world but you don’t think it didn’t feel like it some times?
It’s like JKR has said, kids don’t hear these stories and suddenly realize monsters are real. They already know. These stories tell you monsters can be defeated. That you can survive. That it might get worse some times but you can win. And yeah it would be nice if in the real world kids never had to do it themselves but that’s just not true.
Harry Potter didn’t make me feel like it was fair or reasonable for teens to save the world, it made me feel less alone in my struggles. Reading about kids fighting the world made me feel like I could make it through too. One of the reasons these stories are so popular is that they give you hope, they give you characters to fight along side during the dark and hard moments in your own life–whether that’s imagining your math test as a Hungarian Horntail you have to get past, or struggling to leave your own abusive family like Harry having to go back to the Dursleys every year, or watching violence and drugs take your friends like the Battle of Hogwarts killed so many.
These stories don’t normalize kids saving the world, they tell kids who already have to that they can survive it.
This response is beautiful and I don’t think I have anything to add.
Today my seven year old cousin said, in reference to the subject of pirates:
“It’s one of my distant likes. I still really like it when it comes up.”
And I just had to record it somewhere because I think it’s such a wise and simple way of expressing an important concept. Sometimes I feel like I’m neglecting an interest if I don’t do anything about it for a long period of time, like I can’t really say I like it if I don’t keep it up, but no, it’s just… it’s a distant like. That’s its own thing now.
She gets philosophical when in fancy dress, apparently.
i like this term. your small relation is very wise.
I don’t want to be aro. Not really.
Not when I see a world that’s so full of love and beautiful connections.
Not when I see the people at the movies give up everything, sacrifice everything, to be with their loved ones. Their laughter. Their dignity. Their lives.
It just looks... good. Like it would be something I could enjoy.
Experience.
The weightlessness of a first kiss. The lazy mornings in bed together.The dinners and coffees and late night rides. I want it all. Except... I don’t.
Rather... I just wish I would.
It all sounds good in theory.
Meet somebody fall in love, get a house, have some kids.
Marry the princess. Save the kingdom.
Marry the prince. Save yourself.
It’s all good in theory.
Up until I realized all the kisses felt empty. There were no fireworks.
There wasn’t any warmth in their hugs. No matter how tight my grip was.
All my smiles felt forced.
I wanted to throw up with every compliment they threw my way.
I wanted to scream every time they whispered sweet nothings in my ear. But it wasn’t any they did. It’s not that kind of story.
It was all me.
I asked them for space and they gave it.
I asked them for time and they gave it.
But still... I ended up having to let them go.
What’s so wrong with me that I couldn’t return their feelings? As good friends as we were, I ended it as soon as they wanted more.
It didn’t make sense to me.
All my books were about romance.
I had memorized all the fairy tales at my disposal.
Watched all the Disney movies. All the romcoms.
All the shows that I watched had a main couple to root for. And a second couple for the comedic relief. Sometimes a third, sometimes a fourth, sometimes a fifth.
Never a sixth. That would be too many, I think.
But still! I was promised love!
And I’m in love with love!
I WANT TO WANT IT ALL.
And it’s so frustrating that I don’t.
I know I should be content.
Romantic love isn’t the only kind that exists. I know that.
I have my friends and I have my family.
But I’m so sick of their looks. So sick of their questions.
‘When can we meet him? Or is it a her?’
Or
‘You’ll find somebody, don’t worry.’
And I want to say back, I DONT WANT THAT. I want to scream it.
Can’t they see that I’m trying?
I try so, so hard.
So why should I be the only one without somebody?
I want to want it.
I wanted a wedding.
I wanted a ring.
I wanted a white cake with little yellow flowers.
I wanted a white dress, trimmed with lace.
I even have the Pinterest board, you see?
I wanted to want it. I’ve planned for it all my life.
But in all of my planning there was never a groom, or a bride, or a spouse.
Just a faceless blob, waiting for me at the end of the isle.
And it seems so hopeless.
I don’t want to be aro not really. But there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I try to arm myself with sassy remarks, and I-don’t-cares, and ‘Marriage is a social construct not necessary to be happy.’
I see other aros so comfortable in their identities. Ready to fight for their right to exist until their knuckles bleed.
I want to join them. To shout from the rooftops that I AM NOT ALONE. I DONT NEED ROMANTIC LOVE TO BE COMPLETE.
To wave their flag around with pride. Wrap it around my shoulders like a cape and feel the warmth I’m so desperately lacking.
But even for that I’m too scared.
Because there are still people all around that say that I’m faking these feelings. That its impossible to not feel the fireworks in a kiss.
It’s impossible to not fall for your best friend.
That I haven’t tried hard enough. I haven’t given it my all.
And for a second I believe them.
I don’t want to be aro not really.
But which feelings should I fake then?
The love that isn’t there?
Or the confidence in myself when I say that I’m not lonely?
I don’t want to be aro, not really.
Because it hurts.
Because it feels like I’m missing out on something wonderful.
I don’t want to be aro not really.
But I am.
And I hope I can make my peace with it soon.
Because it’s such a pretty flag, and it deserves to be flown with pride.
This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual
I love how gay people do it too. Just… really? You’re literally saying the same shit to bisexuals that straight people say to you, and you don’t see the hypocrisy?
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
Why is this a thing like really? Homosextual people of ALL beings should understand that you like what you like and if the answer multiple choice then that’s just more love to go around non?
BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME
BISEXUAL INDIVIDUALS ARE VALID AND LOVED ON THIS BLOG, PASS IT ON!
BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME
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FUCK I CLICKED A DIFFERENT BUTTON OH GOD
//Some of this shit… It really makes me feel awful.
If you hate bisexuals, or if you think bisexuality isn’t valid, unfollow me. I am a raging bisexual, and if anyone sends that bullshit towards me or my friends, they’re gonna catch these hands.
Not BI myself, but have friends who are BI. So If you have a problem with them, you have a problem with me.
I honestly felt like crying when I read those biphobic comments. If you’re a biphobe, hate bisexuals, or think bisexuality isn’t valid, please unfollow me. I’m bisexual, and if you try to send me any kind of hate you will be sorry.
On this blog we stan bisexuals!
WE STAN BISEXUALS
RESPECT BISEXUALS OR BE GLOCKED
Dating a bisexual is probably the best out of them all.
Bis are LOVELY
I fight these biphobic shitheads ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง
as a Bi Bitch, this makes me upsetti spaghetti
Teach boys about periods
My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.
When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).
I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.
My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.
My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.
When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.
Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.
Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.
HIT REBLOG PLEASE
Video game building IRL
“Where do you work?”
*suspiciously* “Yeah? Where’s it at?”
Oh down by
Me: “Hey darlin’, you wanna go to A Nice Restaurant to eat?”
Her: “Sure thing! Where??”
Me: *prepares for a “Who’s On First”-esque conversation*
i just heard the most intense scream in my kitchen so i got up to see what was wrong and my 11 year old sister was on the floor cuddling a bag of potato chips and i said dude whats wrong and she yelled ”THEYRE STALE. WHY DOES THE WOLRD HATE ME? I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS”
is that a watermelon on the floor
no its her sister omg dont be so rude
Can someone please tell me what it means when an owl LITERALLY fucking swims towards you and then stares you down??
Like look at it?? Literally flew past me and my my friend, it was so close that the wings touched our faces.
It’s reminding you to do your Duolingo practice
The real answer is that it really wants you to go away
That’s a fledgling great horned owl, they’re known for being generally ballsy and aggressive, and owls have been known to both climb trees and swim through still water in a pinch
Most likely full scenario: the bird was practicing flying, but it fell because it’s still a kid and they do that. It probably fell in/by the water. It then was like Oh Damn Oh Jesus and decided it was not in fact a duck and headed to shore, saw you, and was utterly offended but confused on what to do. So it decided to Square Up and face you like the hellbeast it is.
The pose it’s taking in the pic is one I affectionately call Full Orb. A fully orbed owl is 100% READY to FIGHT 1v1 no items final destination. You were probably its first up close encounter with a human, and since birds tend to associate larger animals with predators, it tried to make itself look as big as possible to make sure you know what’s up. It was staring you down because it was waiting to see you make the first move in the dual or flee in fear from its superior owl might.
This reply made this post 101x better
me: oh hello little owl
owl: i will fuck you up
please reblog this if your blog is safe for asexuals
(an ace safe space)
This is an acephobia free zone <3
o'course :)
IM LAUGHING
important lyrics in Luna’s Keep on Doin’
Fill yourself with your emotions, with your smile full of anticipation, with your eyes full of curiosity
Yesterday when you stumbled, today when you are lost, tomorrow when there is no answer, it’s okay! Just keep going!
Your life, your style, make it your own so no one can easily follow
Don’t try to fit into other people’s expectations, whatever anyone says just walk your own path
Color yourself with your own color… color yourself in this black and white world!
Knowing that you are in pain, makes me unbelievably sad. I want to hold you, stroke your back and tell you that everything will be okay. You are too precious, too worthy and too important to carry so much hurt inside of you. I want to take it all away, make you see how amazing you are and fill your heart with joy. You deserve so much better than this, my love. I want you to know that you are not alone in this, you do not have to be strong and refuse anyone who might offer to help you. It is okay to grab a hold of a helping hand. I will always be here to make you see that eventually the flood will stop and you will heal again.
holy fuck.
We really going to ignore the fact that he donated once and is just using the same screenshot over and over?
Edit:
To clarify, I have no issue with someone donating. I’m pro-choice myself. The issue is he donates once when he says he’s going to donate each time, just so he can virtue signal about how he refuses to engage with someone.
Furthermore, I have issues with him replying to any criticism with this. You can criticize the smug pride in not engaging in debate and beating your opposition, yet he’ll assume you’re pro-life as a result.
He’s being a smug prick who is playing you all like a fiddle to get jerked off and you’re all falling for it.
If this is the hill you want to die on, Spidey, go for it. I’m quite happy with the idea of someone donating money to Planned Parenthood, and since I don’t know or care who he is, the virtue signalling is lost on me.
That aside, being suspicious of everyone for any nice act all the time is mentally exhausting so miss me with that.
… I literally say I have no issue with him donating money.
But he’s saying “I’m going to donate every time” and then he posts the same donation page. So rather than do what he says, he’s donating ONCE and using it to as an own against other people while using it to get ass pats from people who agree with him.
That’s literally the same screenshot, two hours apart.
This is like “man pledges to build house for every homeless person evicted from X location” except he builds ONE house and takes the same picture of it over and over again, yet claims he’s built 100 houses. It’s deceptive and he’s doing it to milk people for social praise.
The goal wasn’t to help people, because if it was he’d actually donate every time. It was to get ass pats.
Shut up
Love this man and his show
push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.
get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.
organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.