just incase you had a bad day/night
HAVE SOME KITTENS
This is how my tumblr morning starts. It’s so beautiful ;__;
Dear big bro
Since I’m sure you can check my tumblr from wherever you are…
Today’s your birthday! You would’ve been 42 this year. I’m still trying to live a good life full of friends, happy things, and success. I’ve hit a couple of snags on the way – haven’t we all? – but I keep going. Things have been really tough lately. Work has turned into a mess and I’ve been terribly stressed and unhappy. But I have great friends and a wonderful partner who make sure I keep smiling.
You would’ve loved all of them had you gotten the chance to meet them :)
Things that have happened so far for me, just to get you up to speed:
1. We’ve had the house for a year. It’s fantastic and the geek room just keeps getting bigger (your little sister is still a nerd). Mom still hasn’t been able to see it due to her knee surgery, but hopefully she can make it for Thanksgiving.
2. Our shop seems to be doing well. We’ve gone to more conventions, have taken more orders, and continue to try and make unique things. We have big plans for next year.
3. I got to go to E3. It was an amazing trip. First time I had ever been to L.A. so it was really fun.
4. Got more writing jobs, trying to focus on that a lot more. It’s still the future I want from myself and according to one of my aunts its always been my dream, so no, that part about me hasn’t changed since you passed away. Now it’s just a matter of it taking off.
5. I’m being serious about the writing thing, I even have an original story that’s 200 pages and still going. It’s almost done! Though I have a feeling you’ve been reading over my shoulder this entire time.
6. A lot of my friends have inspired me to pursue this creative path. One of my friends has a book agent now, another friend’s husband has just opened his own game shop, just many components that make me want to focus on things like this.
7. My birthday was in July, lol, but you knew that already. I’m 29 now, so not quite your little sister, but still younger than you old man :)
So yeah, that’s it. Um… yeah, Happy Birthday to you. All of us miss you terribly. I’m sad that you’re not here, that you haven’t been able to meet my friends or see the house or hear me gush about things like going to E3 and stuff (which I think you would’ve loved, I imagine that you may have been a gamer nerd, too, maybe? Or into anime or something like me. I remember us watching cartoons all the time so your geekiness may have been inevitable). I just… miss you. But I know you’re somewhere watching, making comments, maybe even boasting about your awesome baby sister (but you shouldn’t, I’m not THAT awesome, you’re just biased).
Take care.
Love,
Me :)
T&B + P4 OP sequence, it’s pretty awesome!
Sometimes, fandoms collide. And hey, that’s o.k. with me :)
These are real fucking stallions.
This picture is great from the start, and then you realize that they’re literally wearing her shoes and it makes it that much better.
This is beautiful.
They look better than me in heelsI will never not reblog this.
I never noticed before that they’re actually wearing heels. That is fantastic.
a-freaking-mazing…omg they’re wearing heels!
This is beautiful.
I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happyI took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.
Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.
I hope it’s alright like this.
Translated version for y’alls liking
I absolutely love this. Just love it. Kudos to this man for doing this with his son, it’s just wonderful :)
For some reason when I hear this song I think of Naoto. I don’t know why ^^;;; Maybe it’s the, “You shoot me down, but I won’t fall, I am titanium,” part. Oh Naoto, I wish I had AMV skillz so I could do something.
When you’re watching a cartoon/anime and you hear a familiar voice and you sit there for ten minutes trying to figure out who voices them.
God damn you Johnny Young Bosch >.<
The episode is true :)
I don’t mean to freak out on the fandom… BUT LOOK AT WHAT JUST STARTED PLAYING ON MY COMPUTER AGAIN A;GJDS;LSAFJ;ASGL
This is the video of the true end that i thought got taken down. It’s labeled as Factor of Hope but I’m pretty positive that it’s actually the true end. Also no subs yet.
GO CRAZY GUYS
For those who follow me who care, look!
Urm…
… I feel like I haven’t posted anything in a while besides reblogging awesome things, so… good morning!
I’ve been incredibly busy with my normal job (unfortunately) and working on several writing projects and catching up on commissions. I’m not sure WHEN I got so busy O.O But, anyhow, good morning to my followers :) I hope you all have a lovely day.
