FROM BOTTOM OF MY HEART I DO

cecil here froggo friends, i’ve been very very sick lately and haven’t been able to use the compute for since the start of the month. Today was a good day so I got some stuff done, mostly uploading stuff i made a while ago, but unfortunately frog blog update didnt get to the top of the list before i ran out of energy.

Cecil still lives, and i will do my best to try and be more active. Have a lot of submissions and messages waiting to be answered and many cute frog to share. I love everyone in my swamp who is sending me of the nice message, so thank you from the bottom of my damp little heart.

this blog will maybe be quiet for a little longer, but i will return. eventually. to yell at you again.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about the twins and what could happen. tbh I’m really scared for them. From the bottom of my stitched together heart, I don’t want them to experience the loss of a parent. Obviously I have no idea how their dad is doing but I’m so scared that one day I’m going to wake up and find out they lost him. You can’t bounce back from the loss of a parent. Yes, time heals everything and everyday you are able to deal with that pain. But it’s still there. Hanging around as a constant reminder that there is a piece of you that will always be missing. It has taken 13 years for me to be okay and I didn’t even know my mom that well because I was only 3 when she died. Which is why I’m so nervous for them. They know their dad, they have a great relationship with him. To lose someone you love dearly is something I can’t imagine. At the same time though I wish I had more time with her. I’m very glad that they are setting aside their responsibilities and hopefully spending as much time as they can with their dad. That’s what matters at the end of the day because YouTube won’t always be here. It won’t seem as important. They NEED to spend every waking hour with their dad. I say all of the time that even though it would be more painful because I would have a closer relationship, I would do anything to have had a couple more years with my mom so that I could actually remember her and cherish those moments. I don’t have anything at all.

totallysupernaturaloneshots  asked:

Just popping in to tell you I love you and that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lived to see that things ARE going to get better for me. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. ❤

Ooc: I LOVE YOU TOO! I am such a fan of your blog and I would’ve been devastated to find out that you had taken your own life. I would never have forgiven myself.

You survived to see the next sunrise, you can survive to see the next sunset and remember this, /always/ remember this: I can and will be your punching bag, the ear you need to vent to, your shoulder to cry on.

This is for goes for ALL of my followers. Talk to me! Do not EVER, /EVER/ think that I don’t want to hear it because you are /wrong/. I want to hear what’s going on with you and I want to know if you are in a dark place because I love you! I love all of you!

So please never feel any hesitation to talk to me.

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DO NOT USE OR REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! REBLOG INSTEAD!


based on @the-triangle-cat‘s STAND-IN comic that you guys should totally read! It has awesome frans scenes asdfghjkl

the scene was from this part!

Ihopeigotitright

I really hope that @therealjacksepticeye will see this (pleasepleaseplease)

It’s my second pixel-art with Sean (gosh i LOVE making pixel-art). I was really caught by idea of some old school fighting or rpg game about Jacksepticeye.

Also.. I’m not a very optimistic person and sometimes I dont know what to do with my life and with everything that’s going on around but every evening when I open youtube there are few people that make me smile. And one of them is @therealjacksepticeye. Thank you, Sean, from the bottom of my heart for making everything better.

And here we go with some bonus (this gif is bigger than original)

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Hello Everyone! I’m supper excited to announce my art book pre-orders ;w; ! I’ve been working hard for the past few weeks (or the last 6 years in a way :P ) on putting together this art-book - it’s been a REALLY long time coming, and I have accumulated a vast amount of artwork that I’d like to share with you guys! I couldn’t fit even close to everything I wanted into a single artbook (and it still ended up over 100 pages), so i decided to dedicate this one almost exclusively to my original characters and traditional artwork.

This book also has a section dedicated to the development of my graduate thesis: an animated short trailer for my long-time personal project called IDFracture. I have selected a variety of drawings from the planning-stages of my animation, such as storyboards, thumbnails, visual development sketches, etc. It’s a good look behind the scenes! The several months I had to give 100% to my original creation was the best time of my life so far. I hope that some day soon I will become financially independent enough to do it again, and this time create something I am truly proud of. 

I just wanted to take a moment and thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting my work. Some of you guys have followed me for nearly a decade, and having your constant support has been a blessing that I am very lucky to have. You have granted me faith in my artwork and above all, faith in my ideas and their worth…. thank you! 

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Joe Biden endorsing Same-Sex Marriage on “Meet the Press”, May 6 2012

  • In an interview with David Gregory, Joe Biden said “The good news is that as more and more Americans come to understand what this is all about is a simple proposition. Who do you love? Who do you love and will you be loyal to the person you love? And that’s what people are finding out what all marriages at their root are about. Whether they are marriages of lesbians or gay men or heterosexuals. […] I am absolutely comfortable with the fact that men marrying men, women marrying women and heterosexual men and women marrying are entitled to the same exact rights. All the civil rights, all the civil liberties. And quite frankly I don’t see much of a distinction beyond that. […] I think Will & Grace probably did more to educate the American public than almost anything anybody has done so far. People fear that is different and now they’re beginning to understand.
  • As Vice President, Joe Biden made history in 2012 by becoming the highest ranking American official to ever back same-sex marriage.
  • Three days later, on May 9, Barack Obama became the first sitting president to say he believed that same-sex couples should be allowed to marry. 
  • And three years later, in June 2015, when the United States Supreme Court ruled that state-level bans on same-sex marriage are unconstitutional
  • On June 21, 2017, Joe Biden said at the DNC LGBT Gala “I want to make something very clear tonight. Over the years, many of you have thanked me for stating the obvious on ‘Meet the Press’. Some of you credited me with taking a political risk. I mean what I’m saying from the bottom of my heart, I give you my word as a Biden. I took no political risk. I took no chance. Though I thought I acknowledged that I was doing something special. But, folks, I was just answering a question directly put to me in what I’ve known my whole life as a proposition that my dad taught me and that lies at the core of what made me a democrat, and that is: Everyone is entitled to be treated with dignity and respect.
Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

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❝I promise you
From the bottom of my heart.
I will love you
Til’ death do us part❞ ⸜♡

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Thank you so much for all the hard work and all the good memories. No matter what, Storias will always be here to support you! ♡ #4yearswithhistory

1. I know letting go may feel like hitting pavement but sometimes staying is like getting hit by a train you’ve seen coming for miles.
2. There are symphonies that are screaming it is going to get better. Listen to the music.
3. The most fight you’ll ever feel is from inside your heart.
4. Nostalgia is only good for telling you bedtime stories. Don’t let it tuck you in at night, don’t let it keep you warm.
5. Keep the moments that you wish could live on for a gazillion years close to your heart, never let them burn out.
6. You’ll find someone that’s not them. You’ll love again and it’ll be pure and significant in its own way.
7. They remember it all. They’ll see how much you impacted their lives much later.
8. You may hate high school, but it’s when it’s almost over that you get flashes of when you were young and passed notes with your first love in art class and had talks with teachers that really mattered and you’ll want it to slow down. Take it in, there’s good in everything.
9. Sometimes the one that was your perfect match will be the one to watch you burn.
10. What’s meant to be yours will always find its way home.
11. It’s okay to change without them. Remember that you are the main character of your story.
12. Music cures it all.
13. Telling the story of how I fell in love with you still warms me from the inside out. Teach me how to let go of you.
14. Falling out of love makes you feel like you’ll never want to do it again, but the feeling of your heart dropping when he tells you he’s wanted you all these years is worth the stab at the end.
15. You jump off the cliff hoping there won’t be daggers at the bottom, and when you’re young you think you know how much it’ll hurt. When it comes, you’ll realize you had no clue.
16. My biggest fear was not being with you. I’m becoming someone without you, and it doesn’t feel right.
17. The nicer you are, the more beautiful you become.
18. One day you’ll meet again, and it’ll be just as scary and beautiful as the first time.
19. You’ll find your person. You may not recognize them at first because they’re not as shiny as they are in the movies, but you’ll know by the calm they bring.
20. Thank God for him.
21. The boy who runs in my dreams isn’t as dishonest. He holds my hand whenever I need to feel less alone and I sit around his kitchen table and talk to his mother about poetry. She goes on to say something about how statistically people are more afraid of love than anything else and the things I don’t say- tell her all there is to know about me. That I’m afraid beyond measure of what love can do to a person. Because I spent the last two years loving someone who didn’t know anything other than tearing apart the sole purpose of my existence. The boy who runs beside me in my dreams convinces me that love isn’t always teeth and bite marks. In my dreams, my scars aren’t there because I never tasted a bitter love before. The boy in my dreams loves me enough to let me meet his mother and destroys the idea that love is what I came here to die for.
22. Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
23. I glance off in another direction, but I always glance back at you.
24. Things that are sweet like this attract the worst kind of hungry.
25. I don’t think you’ll ever realize you changed everything for me.
26. I found faith that summer. The lips told stories I fell asleep to, the hands promised to hold on. But bliss is temporary when you pull your hands away from your eyes, and summer only lasts 3 months.
27. Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.
—  27 Things to take into 2017, roseyheartbeats 
You know what? I'm just gonna say it.

From the bottom of my heart I think it’s absolute bullshit how Black Hair Stylists and those who specialize in Black Hair specifically have to go to Beautician School. That you cannot open up a Black Hair Salon w/o the Hair Specialists having degrees from a Beautician School.

“WHY?” You ask. Because beauty schools truly don’t teach you jack shit about Black Culture, Black Hair Salon Etiquette, the different types of/most common types of Black Hair…. oh yeah also! How to do Black Hair. Unless your facilities are going to focus on doing ALL hair types it is useless if not bullshit to force people to learn what they won’t be using heavily.

They struggle to do relaxed hair at Beauty School salons WHAT in the world would make them good at natural hair. YOU KNOW WHAT! Let me calm down before I start talking about how 60% of professional makeup artists don’t know how to do a dark skinned persons makeup.

End of rant.

anonymous asked:

the other day I was reading this story about people who lived in Japan and ended up accidentally dating Japanese ppl. like, this foreign guy wanted advice on how to gently let down a Japanese guy. because this J guy? thought they'd been dating for WEEKS. and F guy is like BUT HOW and J guy is, well we've been doing couple things, that means we're a couple??? and F guy is I THOUGHT WE WERE HANGING OUT NOT DATING. So. Victuuri AU where Viktor hasn't confessed yet... to his steady boyfriend, Yuuri.

Hoo boy. I think it’s really hard to distinguish, even within the same culture, exactly how to meander through relationship stuff. ANYWAY have some one-sided pining (for once it’s not mutual, cause one person is done pining!) for headcanon happy hour.

–”Help, Christophe,” Viktor whispers into the phone desperately, “I-I’m at a karaoke bar with that cute guy I danced with last week. I need him to be my husb-”

Okay, whoa there,” says Christophe. “You met him last week. You have only been taking a break in Japan for a month.”

“I need him to be my boyfriend,” Viktor forlornly corrects. He just has to figure out how to do it. 

“Can’t believe you exist,” Yuuri slurs, bursting in and slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Can’t believe you asked me out to karaoke.” His eyes shine. Viktor has never seen much attraction in karaoke, but his heart is singing now.

–After two months of dinner and lunch and Viktor texting Breathtaking Future Husband (BFH) every hour, Yuuri pauses the movie on Viktor’s bigscreen and lightly says, “do you want to go to a festival together?”

They coordinate their outfits. Yuuri wins him a big stuffed poodle at a booth, and thumbs gently at dessert that’s stuck on Viktor’s cheek. Yuuri is the best friend Viktor has ever had. He wants to lie giggling over nothing on his living room floor together, while simultaneously needing to toss Yuuri into his bed to do unspeakable things with him until they both cry. 

Yuuri, sweet Yuuri, doesn’t seem at all troubled by these thoughts.

–Viktor wishes he could hide his trembling fingers, but it’s so hard when they’re laced with Yuuri’s. Tonight is the night. There are reservations at a beautiful restaurant with a fountain out front, and Viktor will ask Yuuri to officially be his boyfriend and go on dates with him. Maybe, if he’s very lucky, he’ll get a kiss on the cheek, and. And…

“Yuuri,” he blurts, and pulls him over to sit on the fountain. “I’ve been thinking…”

His beloved looks down at his watch. Viktor’s heart only breaks in half. “Our reservations were for five minutes ago, right? Shouldn’t we–”

“Yuuri, please be my boyfriend!” Yuuri blinks at him, bottom lip trembling. The misty look in his eye has nothing to do with the cheerful tinkling of the fountain in the background.

“Are… are we not already boyfriends?” Viktor has been catapulted to heaven. Yuuri’s spirits seem to fall, though–he yanks his hand from Viktor’s, face crumpling. “Oh. Oh no. Things were different in America but this is Japan and I– you must think I’m desperate and overeager.” Viktor has no idea what to say. He has no idea how he’s this lucky.

“I call you Future Husband in my head!” Viktor blurts. “I– I bought wedding rings? Maybe… a week after we met?”

Yuuri’s jaw drops. “You’re… you’re kind of…”

“Desperate and overeager?” Maybe Viktor should throw himself into the fountain. He is desperate. He’s foolish. Foolish Viktor. Except then:

“What are we going to do with four wedding rings,” Yuuri mutters. The fountain water is freezing. They kiss in it for twenty minutes anyway.

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((Ahhhh this took longer than I intended to finish but here we go! Seriously, it always surprises me that people like what I do here like whyyy. Thank you all so so so much from the bottom of my heart for all the support, the follows, the likes, the reblogs, the comments and messages, everything. It all means so much to me. We’ve come a long way, through ups and downs, and it’s all thanks to you. Thank you once again and look forward to more updates to come soon! ^^))

Issues (Smut)

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Request: Jeep sex and a good bit of fluff.

A/N: This is my first story in like 8392 years and I’m so put of practice so please bare with me because it’s not great. Also shoutout to Emily. You’re the real mvp. Feedback would be great. 

Word count: 4,185

We were sitting in the jeep on the highway from Toronto back to Pickering and though we weren’t even half way yet, the drive seemed longer than usual.
Painfully longer. 

Though it was a rather warm summer day, I felt the chills run down my bare arms the soon as we got into the car. The pesky silence between us was smothering, suffocating really and made my entire body linger in the most uncomfortable way possible. 

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if youre an adult you need to be very careful on how you interact with minors. even if ur not interacting with any directly, you need to think carefully on what you say or create bc it will be seen and it has impact. do not hurt young people, do not misuse or betray their trust, do not be a bad influence to them, do not make their space unsafe.

be kind and considerate to them, remember that you were once young too. nobody deserves to grow up hurting, it’s too much to bear and the price is too high

kids, be careful. i know it’s sad but not everyone deserves your trust. you deserve safety and comfort.

i’m asking from the bottom of my heart for everyone to really think about this. thank you.

If there is one thing I can ask of you all, it’s to be kind. From the very bottom of my heart…please be kind. You don’t have to be perfect, and it isn’t about refraining from making mistakes or doing things you could’ve done better. It’s just about…sincerely trying your best to be a good person…to yourself, to others. Don’t be harsh, don’t be critical, don’t be mean-spirited. People feel…everyone has feelings, everyone fights battles. No one needs extra negative energy in their lives…make sure you do the opposite…add positive energy, add love, add light.

!Warning!: This post is filled with positivity and love for EVERYONE who follows or blogs about the ACOTAR universe> continue at your own risk

I don’t care if you paint Rhys the color blue: if that’s how you interpret him then bring on the sexy smurf bat.

I don’t care if your crackpot theory is that Feyre was actually on a peyote fueled vision quest the entire 3 books: what a creative idea! Please tell me more!

I don’t care if you write a fic about Cassian being sexually attracted to a rock: That’s a little different, but may the rock be as chiseled as Cassian’s abs.

AND FINALLY, I don’t care if you may have forgotten the little freckle next to the moon-shaped scar on Nesta’s big toe: We all know every detail about these characters. Life, and a piece of art, can go on without it.

THE POINT IS: Write, draw, and post WHATEVER you feel represents these books in your eyes, and give others the courtesy to be able to do the same. But please don’t give up on this fandom. You guys are the reason I joined Tumblr in the first place— so that I could have someone to share my love for these books and Sarah J. Maas with, without criticism. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the joy, laughter, and tears that your posts bring me on a daily basis. Thank you for being willing to put your thoughts and feelings on display, and know that I can see the time and effort you put in at your own free will for our enjoyment. 

Remember, we are a fandom of dreamers, and only the stars can stop us. :)

“The Court of Dreams. I had belonged to a court of dreams. And dreamers.”  —A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J. Maas