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//even draws when I’m out camping and being eaten alive by bugs//

waahhh I haven’t done watercolors in so long *0* I miss digital art ;v;;;;;

Motivational Cassian I did earlier today for the lovely ladies who’ve banded together to get our asses tight and triceps chiseled.

@cassiancalore thanks for stepping up and making this happen! ❤  @courtofpainteddreams @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @azrielsiphons @paperbacktrash @feysandlover @feysandfeels @fandomfun13 @raconteurwitch @queenzofillea @winnowing-highlady @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty @cassianvanserra @vannserra @kkiyomizu THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS!!

Hope i didn’t miss anyone!

So...

In the painting scene, there’s a really well edited moment that goes from a shot of Thor putting on a hat on that cuts to a similar shot of Shaolin putting his helmet on before revving up his motorcycle. But did anyone else get a good look at the type of hat he was putting on?

IT’S A TOP HAT. 

It’s a really quick shot (the time stamp is between 32:46-32:47) so I had to rewind a few times to get a decent enough picture. But I really only noticed it because he’s holding onto the same top hat, positioned right behind Dizzee’s head, when Shaolin walks in.

Maybe it was supposed to be a cute, blink and you miss it thing, but the top hat is an important part of Rumi’s story/symbolism/imagery. So now I’m thinking about the meaning behind Dizzee letting Thor wear the top hat instead of wearing it himself, and now I’m emotional about this scene all over again.

gooodluckmode  asked:

i cant believe im only just now finding your blog - a hide enthusiast who has the same opinions about touken as me! instant follow! mind if i ask what you think happened to hide / when (if) he'll come back??

Oh boy, I am so glad you asked me this because I have accumulated A LOT of thoughts over the past three years.

This might turn out a bit long since I usually come up with more stuff the more i type. We’ll see.

So firstly, I don’t think Hide is dead; I actually think it’s pretty unlikely at this point because of the nature of his character and how much we don’t know about him. It would seem like a huge waste of a character to just kill him off; I definitely think he’s been doing something behind the scenes, and I have a few ideas as to what that something may be, but obviously, nothing is certain.

Usually the first thing I look to when I’m theorising about Hide is the play that he was in with Kaneki when they were kids because that play does a great deal of foreshadowing and I think it’s the key to figuring out what happened with Hide and what’s happening with him now.

This is what I understand to be the basic plot of the play: the prince (Kaneki) and the witch’s servant (Hide) are both close friends. The witch’s servant, however, is tricked by the witch into betraying the prince because he is made to believe that doing so will help the prince. The end of the play has the witch’s servant asking the prince for forgiveness. The prince says he will forgive him as long as he promises to stay by his side and the witch’s servant agrees.

Now, a lot of what I get when I talk about this is the disbelief that Hide would betray Kaneki, but I think, like it says in the play, he may have either been tricked into it or thought it was best for Kaneki or a combination of the two.

The most likely explanation I can give that seems to match up with the plot of the play involves the theory about Hide making a deal with Arima to take Kaneki into the CCG. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of this theory, so I won’t go into too much detail, but it basically involves the idea that Hide may have had a discussion with Arima regarding Kaneki wherein he managed to convince him that Kaneki was worth keeping alive. Hence why he said this to Kaneki:

If Kaneki could prove to Arima that he was useful, then Arima would take him in and that is how Haise would come about. That also might explain the awkward cheek scratching that Hide did in the sewers when he was telling Kaneki that he wanted to help him.

He was, effectively, leading Kaneki to his death, so that might explain the betrayal aspect, since Hide may have thought that by doing this, he was doing what was best for Kaneki by allowing him to live. We’re obviously yet to reach the part where Hide asks Kaneki to forgive him, but in my opinion, that gives us something to look forward to, hopefully following the direction of the play where the two of them join together to fight on the same side.

That does leave the witch out of the explanation though, and that’s kind of where I’m stuck. The only character that’s really been shown with witch imagery is Eto, and she doesn’t seem to tie into this theory as it is, but maybe by making this deal with Arima, it would aid her in getting Kaneki to be the one-eyed King? That’s the only thing I could see her wanting from Hide at the moment, and maybe she saw his usefulness when he went to get that book signed for Kaneki.

I also want to address the Scarecrow theory since that seems to be the favourite recently. I think it’s definitely plausible, considering Scarecrow’s injuries and the fact that he’s only a C-rank and we’ve never seen him with a kagune before but that’s all we really have to go off of so far so I can’t really say much about it besides the fact that I think it’s plausible (and that Scarecrow’s mask certainly seems very Hide-ish with that face drawn on it.)

If Scarecrow is Hide, then that would explain why he saved Amon and how Amon seemed to recognise him. Maybe he needed Amon for something since he didn’t seem to go after Seidou. Maybe for something he’s been planning behind the scenes? Scarecrow seems to be doing a lot of snooping around; something Hide is certainly known for, and I’ve seen some say that he may be forming his own organisation or perhaps has joined one, but I feel as though Hide would work more on the down low than that. Joining or forming an organisation brings too much attention to himself; Hide seems like the kind of person who would rather snoop around my himself, or with a couple of aids by his side, which is also what I think Marude may be up to.

Marude came to trust Hide more when he joined the CCG and he saw his potential. Hide even seems to have shared his knowledge about the Washuu with him and he must look up to Marude since he’s proven to be very sharp as well; a characteristic that Hide, no doubt, values greatly in a person and would most likely cause him to look up to them. Perhaps Hide sought out Marude when he defected from the CCG? Marude’s off on his own snooping around too, and now that he knows the Washuu’s secret, I think that gives him even more ties and incentive to be working together with Hide.

There is one thing I particularly want to know though; what is Hide up to? I have no clue what his goal may be at this point; everything he’s done so far in the series seems to be driven by the idea of Kaneki and keeping him safe and protecting him, so perhaps whatever he’s doing is really for Kaneki but he’s managed to manipulate his goals in such a way to convince others to aid him (such as Marude, or Amon potentially.) In the end, I’m just waiting for him to come back so Ishida can answer all the other questions we have about Hide; where he’s been, what happened in the sewers, what he’s been doing all this time, what his true intentions are, but perhaps most of all, who is he? Because we still really don’t know even that.

As for when he’s coming back, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s some time soon, perhaps around chapter 136 since that’s the chapter where Hide had his reunion with Kaneki in the sewers and Ishida seems to like his parallels. I can only hope the outcome is more positive this time and ends with them staying together rather than being torn apart again; it hurts me to see them apart from each other for so long after being each other’s only support for most of their lives.

For my delightful and wonderful saltmate @baelerion

Trust and war paint

She stares at Jon, studying him carefully, his words not quite piercing her conscious. Jon fidgets under her gaze and flushes red, embarrassment now colouring his cheeks.

“You want me to do what?” She asks, laughter now bubbling within her voice. His offer seems so ridiculous and silly that she can’t do anything but laugh. Paint is for children and she is no child. She hasn’t been a child for a long time. Jon squirms and scowls at the laughter in her voice, now too embarrassed to even look at her.

“For the festival, I thought. It’s a wildling tradition.” His words fade into silence as he stumbles over what to say, his expression finally settling into that oh so familiar look of gloom. She bites her lip, something deep inside her, suddenly aching at the familiarity. There are many who say that Jon looks like their father and she guesses that they must be true. She cannot remember much of Ned Stark’s face, most of it has all faded into some faded blurry shape or the horror of her father’s head on a pike. She guesses that their bannersmen remember Ned Starks face more clearly than she does because most of the time she only sees Jon. Most times that is enough but sometimes it not and right now, right now she wants more.

She tries to shake her head and free herself of all her memories of her father but they root themselves deeply in her mind, wrapping themselves around each thought as if ivy. It shouldn’t surprise her; the Northern way has always been to remember. Jon is still looking at her, his eyes uncertain and gentle. She does not remember her father’s eyes but she thinks that he must have stared at her with the same gentleness that Jon does now. It is perhaps this, that forces her words out and laughter down.

“You want to draw paint on me?” Jon blushes and she blushes too. There is nothing truly wrong with her words but his reaction to them makes her flush.

“Yes, the wildlings, during the festival decorate themselves with symbols and war paint. I thought that you might like it, to be part of the festival,” he quickly explains and finishes at her raised eyebrow. She does not know where he must have gotten this strange thought. The Sansa of old would have laughed and wrinkled her nose at such a thought. Perhaps, he is mistaking her for Arya again. She knows that he sometimes gets confused.

“I don’t know, where would it even be painted?” She asks, suddenly curious. Jon relaxes slightly at her question, obviously relieved that she didn’t just laugh in his face or get annoyed.

“On your face and neck.” She stiffens immediately at his words and Jon’s eyes fill with panic. “Sansa?” But she shakes her head and he waits, just as he always does, for the fear to drain away. Jon isn’t Littlefinger or Ramsay or Joffrey or even the Hound. He is Jon, she reminds herself but her heart and body still ache. The scars that Ramsay had carved into her body have all healed but there are times like this where they ache. Fear and memories slipping through rough and newly-knit skin and burrowing its ways into her bones. Anger and frustration strikes her suddenly, it is not Jon’s fault but she can’t help but hate him a little for uncovering a new weakness and a new hurt.

I’m a wolf and wolves never bare their neck, she thinks to herself half-maddened by her weakness but mostly aching. She did not feel like a wolf most days, she felt like a sad little girl swept away in the storm. Jon’s gaze was kind and gentle, a rope and lighthouse. Ramsay, Joffrey, the Hound, they had all stared at her as if they were fighting a war and she had always been the victim. Jon though, his stare is kind and patient and good. There is father’s kindness and something more, something that takes her breath away and something that she hopes one day to explore.

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her gently and her heart does a strange little lurch. She knows that he is waiting, waiting for something. It would be easy to bare her teeth and tell him to stop waiting and to turn away. It would be easy to pretend to be a wolf when she is nothing but a little girl. There is strength and bravery in submitting. Even wolves do it at times, she tells herself, calming the tempest that had slowly risen within her. There is so much that seems like weakness but is truly strength and right now, right now, she wants to be strong and weak all at once.

“I want to do it,” she says the word slowly, tasting each word, allowing herself to feel the weight of them upon her tongue. The words do not taste of weakness, they taste of hope.

Jon smiles a slow and bright thing that makes something warm burst within her chest. He goes to tilt her head as he wets his fingers in paint but she stops him, breathing in the air and breathing in the hope. Let me be brave. Let me be brave, she repeats the word as a mantra. Jon’s eyes do not leave her own and something in her chest loosens a little in the face of his kindness and patience and gentleness. The prayer must be heard by the gods themselves or perhaps it is the sight of Jon, filling her with more warmth and hope than a man has any right to give. She bares her neck before him, his gentle eyes in her mind. Bravery. Is the word that she remembers, long after he has painted her neck and face, long after the paint has dried and the quiet after the festival. Bravery and his eyes.

white sanvers fans are like the EPITOME of performative allyship. y’all wanna act mad fucking game like you’re calling out other white people, but you’re so fucking blind to the real fucking criticism and go immediately fucking silent when a poc calls you out.

being an ally to the community of color isn’t reblogging fucking lame ass memes saying “oh white people haha we fucking suck!” it’s about respecting our wishes when we tell you that what you are doing is harmful to us as a whole.

stanning floriana lima further encompasses hollywood’s belief that they can cast tanned, white women and pass them off as any and all brown women. floriana lima keeps getting a free fucking pass, getting cast in show after show as a latina woman because no one puts fucking pressure on her, and y’all just feed her fucking ego. 

women like stephanie beatriz and gina rodriguez  have explicitly stated how hard it is from an acting perspective to get cast in roles that aren’t literal fucking stereotypes of latina woman, and you got brownface mcgee getting fucking tanned to no extent, fitting right into hollywood’s stereotypical depiction.

floriana lima is garbage. sanvers is shitty fucking wlw representation and absolutely nowhere fucking close to representing latina culture in any capacity. don’t force her onto latina women, and stop telling us to get over it.

so many headcanons for all ma ladies that i need to start writing down

human evolution flaws honestly fascinate me so much like wisdom teeth??? our jaws got smaller but those extra molars didnt get the memo that they won’t fit anymore so they’re just like WATS UP YALL SCOOT OVER….. WE COMIN and then we need to get them surgically REMOVED from our skull. why is that so crazy to me

some mum tips
  • the best way to get a wine stain out of fabric: blot with cold water, don’t rub. sprinkle salt on the stain, then pour boiling water from a height. the point is to pull the liquid out of the fibre.
  • I know unfitted sheets seem like the most useless invention in the universe, but bear with me. make your bed with them, then sleep on top of them. once they start to get dirty, whip them off and you’ve got your fitted sheet underneath. boom. no need for laundry day.
  • don’t put your pots and pans through the dishwasher. wash by hand. you’ll get a gross sheen otherwise.
  • don’t put anything made of wood in the dishwasher either!!! or let them sit in water for too long. bacteria will get in the wood fibre and stay there. 
  • if you’ve got fruit flies, do as follows: put an apple core and some white wine vinegar in a jar. roll a piece of paper into a cone and stick the narrow end in the jar. it’ll catch fruit flies but they won’t be able to escape.

feel free to add!

  • Me: I saw some people on Tumblr saying that white guys love Kylo Ren because he's the only new character they can relate to in The Force Awakens, what's your take on that?
  • Husband: I am literally the only white guy I know who loves Kylo Ren.
One Month!

It’s been exactly a month since I started this journey of losing weight, and I have to say, I’m pretty damn proud of myself. Not only have I gotten myself into a routine, but I also hit my first goal! (Losing 12lbs in a month through healthy eating, tons of exercise and a labor intensive job.) If any of you talked to me a month ago, I’d probably tell you it’d be almost impossible. But holy shit. I did it!