bless this wonderful woman

More feels. Keep your hands and feet inside the moving car at all times. We’re about to get serious here.

This is more commissioned art from @vevision-art. A piece of beauty and I adore it.

Now, let’s talk about who this is.

This is Portia Bartel, @pettankoprincess here on Tumblr. And let me tell you.

She is a sweetheart. I can’t count the blessings she’s given me. She’s a wonderful friend, a sweet and spicy woman who, despite the hard times keeps getting up to fight some more.

I love you to death, girl. Thanks for sticking with me. :)

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Diana of Themyscira from the Dark Knight The Master Race. Book #8

“blessed be
she
who is
both
furious
and
magnificent”
Taylor Rhodes

There is a voice that stirs through the stones. It shall break them.
There is a voice that pulses through the skin. It shall erupt.
There is a voice that teaches the children. It shall corrupt them.
There is a voice that fuels the machines. It shall never sate them.
There is a voice that sculpts man and woman. It is precise.
There is a voice that is the foundation. It overflows.
There is a voice that is the deserts and the oceans. It is in balance.
There is a voice that we cannot hear. It is the wilderness.
There is a voice that will hold my palm out. The guillotine is falling.
There is a voice that coerces the nations. It is greed.
There is a voice that shapes water into clouds. It will provide.
There is a voice that is as silent as a star. It is lonely.
There is a voice that time cannot ruin. It is seen in rebirth.
There is a voice that gives and a voice that takes away. It is justice.
There is a voice that was the beginning. Before it there was nothing.
There is a voice that understands sorrow. It is silence.
There is a voice that will not be enslaved. It is too pure to hold.
There is a voice we cannot taste. It is the wilderness.
There is a voice that sometimes whispers. Only those listening can hear.
There is a voice that crashes the waves and pulls them back in. It is the ocean.
There is a voice that is permanent wonder. It shall be stupefied.
There is a voice that radiates warmth. It is the warmth.
There is a voice that enshrouds darkness. It is like a mirror.
—  Bill Kacir | The Voice of the Wilderness

I attended a D&D Taster Campaign, where you choose a class and are thrown into an epic quest/battle at level twenty. I chose a monk and honestly I think im in love.

We ended up getting fairly far into the “Campaign” and hi-lights were

The bard singing a note so high that it blew a dragons head off (Vicious Mockary)
I walked up to a giant and flicked it in the chest and it exploded (Gods Bless the Quivering Palm)
Our cleric pulled a Wonder Woman and jumped basically straight through a motherfucker with a jumping sword slash.

All in all, it makes me want to get a proper group together and start playing for real. I’ll have to wait till I feel better though, My anxiety drained me today.