Teacher and Student…
Kakashi vs Sasuke
This….. aaaaaaalmost makes me curious about what’s going on in Naruto lately. Someone want to bring me up to speed?
Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What are the first three words that you see?
See, peek, sin.
enigma… passion… coke?
Dread, kiss, malice. …Yeah, okay.
fool, enigma, suicide
… oh
Fool, past, and secret
Alright?
Lust Hidden Scum. it sounds like a bad metal band,
Malice. Kick. Belief.
…Belief was backwards btw. I feel like that means something…
when otp are alone together
Are Kanji and Naoto ever really alone together? I mean I think the only time, technically, is in the anime when they fight the Reaper together.
Uh………………………. that’s not necessarily the best time to…………………. you know………………………
I mean even when she approached him about the case they were being followed by Yosuke and Chie so………………….. wow, this is awkward.
So here’s a small preview of a long range project I’m dinking around with whenever I need a break from everything else. I’m designing a set of Disney inspired tarot cards with all female characters. Ideally I’d like to eventually quilt this and make a blanket and maybe prints of the individual cards. I’m open to ideas.
For the preview we have Alice as The Fool, Pocahontas as The Magician, Esmeralda as the High Priestess and Wendy as The Empress. I did go through the major arcana and studied the meanings to pick which character fit as which, so it could eventually become an actual usable deck if i wanted.
Look at! My babe is doing tarot stuffs!
Can we PLEASE STOP THIS SHIT.
I mean seriously. You should all be ashamed of yourselves for turning the crisis of teenage suicide into a trendy note-hungry opportunity to be a pseudo-humanitarians. NO. Stop. None of us need to reblog this shit. Yes, it will make my blog ugly because it’s TRIGGERING and trivializes what suicidal people go through. How fucking dare any of you use mental illness as a fucking meme and flood the dashboards of suicidal people with these poorly constructed posts!
FACKING STOP.
Whoa whoa whoa, no, that sure as hell is not why I reblogged it. The GLBT community is something I care deeply about, something I’m part of (which I assume everyone on my blog knows). I’m not going to sit here and say that, sure, some people might reblog/heart something just to sound like they care, or because it has a lot of notes, but that’s certainly NOT the case with me reblogging it.
Whether you think this shouldn’t be spread around or not is fine, but don’t assume that everyone who clicks that reblog button is trying to trivialize the issue. This is a serious issue, and I for one feel like it needs to be shown. We can talk about how serious bullying is until we’re blue in the face, but this post is one of the most effective post on the subject that I’ve seen. Clearly, someone made this post to make a point, and I’d like to think that 500,000+ notes means that that many people agree.
As for mental illness, I’m not sure what the “mental illness” is here. This is a kid getting hate for being gay, which I certainly hope that is not the “mental illness” you’re referring to otherwise you should unfollow me right now. As for suicide, the point of this post is to show what those hurtful words can do, and it is something that happens. I knew a kid in 7th grade who wrote us all a letter after he moved away, about being TERRIFIED about being gay, he thought he had some sort of disease, and was desperately trying to figure out how to “fix” it. There are kids who feel like that, who get hate, and feel like the only solution is suicide. I never heard back from that kid again, I have no idea what happened to him. Back then, there weren’t a bunch of support groups to turn to, or posts like this for people to see that, hey guess what, your fucking words hurt. Do you really want to take responsibility for an outcome like this?
So no, not all of us reblog to be “trendy” and the fact that you even think that of me… no, just no.
This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing. reblog this. NOW.in all seriousness thoughM..my heart just stopped… ;~;Guys, you’ve got to reblog this. It’s reality and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.I lost a friend to this kind of harassment. I really don’t want to remind myself of everything that happened so I won’t say a word about it. All I will say is, he was one of my best friends and the kindest person I had ever known. The pain I went through after his death was indescribable. I want you all to know that it’s not easing knowing that someone you love had such thoughts that they didn’t deserve living anymore. I’m not good with words at all so please excuse this lousy paragraph I have attempted to write to move you. I am serious though. Don’t ignore this.i’m going to reblog forever.This kills me, please stop this.it seriously hurts to know people say thishow the fuck could you possibly send someone hate, or make rude comments when you know all to well that this could be the outcome, makes me sick. somebody please stop this from happening.
ALRIGHT STOP SCROLLING RIGHT NOW. REBLOG THIS. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE A HIPSTER, SUMMER, PHOTOGRAPHY, BOHO, SURF, WHATEVER BLOG. REBLOG THIS.
Oh my god
THIS MOVED ME SO MUCH GUYS REBLOG ;__; ;;;n;;;
((I DONT CARE WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU ARE
REBLOG THIS))
If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you so hard.
Dude.. This is sick and down right wrong, people need to see what sending hateful things to others can do
i don’t think half the people on tumblr realize that there are real life people on the other side of these blogs. and people have feelings. when you send hate to somebody.. you aren’t sending it to a blog from another blog, its from a person to a person. and in america.. this is illegal. just know, your words hurt.. in person, in text, behind a screen, behind a smile. words hurt. more than some of you can imagine.
I think that one of the worst things about this is that I remember a while ago, there was a tumblr post asking people to reblog if they’d ever been bullied- and it got a HUGE response. And yet online, some of these same people do it to each other, just because they can. Because they can do it anonymously and not have to be held accountable for what they’ve done. I just. This baffles me. THERE IS A PERSON BEHIND THAT COMPUTER, DUDE. Maybe you think it doesn’t matter because you don’t know them, because you don’t see firsthand the pain you’re causing, but it fucking does.
There are no words, just, all I could think was, “Please don’t pull the trigger please don’t please don’t you’re worth so much more.”
Characters: Boomer, Brick, Butch, Bubbles, Blossom, & Buttercup
Series: Powerpuff Girls
Guys this makes me so happy you don’t even know.
Treat Me Kindly Excerpts
So as I go through the process of filling out the Author Form to my book (which is a deceptively short form but, in reality, it’s a lot of work!) I’m stuck on which excerpt I should use. This excerpt will be on the inside cover of the book. The ones I’m posting are the two I’m trying to choose from. I’d like to keep “The Invitation” before both of them.
The first excerpt happens relatively early in the story, while the second happens later. It’s job is to get the reader interested, hence why I’m coming to you all :)
you’re my test subjects, there will be cake at the end of this test.****
1. Invitation
Anyone from pauper to peasant can purchase a dog or a cat. Why should you lower yourself to such a standard? I would like to invite you to browse through animals for your more refined taste. This invitation is for those who are interested in one of a kind animals who will speak to the prestigious title they have built for themselves. These animals break away from those pale and boring common breeds with their rare, exotic beauty. These animals will allow you to enjoy something that’s truly magnificent. Treat yourself and come find an animal that truly matches the life of luxury that you live.
“You…y-you…” He doesn’t want to say it because it’s too ridiculous to say. His life isn’t some low budget sci-fi movie — or would this be fantasy? Whatever it may be it certainly isn’t, this is real life and birds do not-…no, no no no not going there. Matthew quickly squashes that train of thought. He begins to look around the room. Where did that bird go? It has to be somewhere! Maybe sleeping behind the water heater? Maybe nesting in his pile of dirty clothes? He slides out of the bed, frantically looking around the basement.
This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening!
The woman sits up and continues to quietly watch him before she finally speaks, her voice soft and soothing, “Master? What exactly are you looking for?”
Matthew stops digging through the laundry, holding a pair of socks in his hands. Did the woman just call him… “Master?”
“Why yes. That is what you are. I belong to you.”
****
2. Invitation
Anyone from pauper to peasant can purchase a dog or a cat. Why should you lower yourself to such a standard? I would like to invite you to browse through animals for your more refined taste. This invitation is for those who are interested in one of a kind animals who will speak to the prestigious title they have built for themselves. These animals break away from those pale and boring common breeds with their rare, exotic beauty. These animals will allow you to enjoy something that’s truly magnificent. Treat yourself and come find an animal that truly matches the life of luxury that you live.
“What… the hell…”
No one says anything to Alex, letting him watch as the wings start to slip into Zahra’s back. Her skin literally tears apart, ripping itself like sharp knives cutting into flesh. There’s no blood when Alex really thinks there needs to be. The woman isn’t screaming when she should be crying out in pain. Zahra simply stands perfectly still, arms crossed over her breasts as her wings fold in on themselves, trying to become comfortable between shoulder blades and back bones. The open inside of her back is a mess from the blue of her wings and hints of bone, like she’s been dissected and left on the table.
He says it again, “What…the…” but in seconds Zahra’s body starts to shift again. Her broken skin starts to stitch itself together, filling in the gaps until her back is whole again. It sticks out a little, as if it can’t quite contain the wings but it doesn’t bother Zahra at all.
“It’s like a cocoon,” Sandi whispers, sounding completely fascinated with the entire event. She walks over, gently touching the woman’s back. Bumpy, and she can feel the wings constantly moving and shifting underneath Zahra’s skin, “This is amazing.”
“This is weird as fuck!” Alex screams, “What was that just now?!”****
So which one do you prefer?
Damnit tumblr how dare you not let me ask questions right now ARGH!Just leave an answer in my box or something if you want to answer ^^;;;
Help! I need… things… help! Pick one?
