hand display

You know, when you think about it…Rey and Luke get criticized as characters for pretty much the same reason, just reversed.

Luke’s “too whiny.” He doesn’t do the Manly Man™ thing by withhholding emotion and taking down the villain in cold blood. He opts for emotion and compassion and love in order to fight his battles. He displays typically “feminine” traits, and as a result he’s written off as a “pussy” and “not as cool” as the other guy characters in Star Wars, despite representing many boys and men who could feel bad for not living up to society’s overly-masculine expectations.

Rey, on the other hand, is “too perfect.” She is shown being clever, handy with mechanics, and proving herself to be very capable as a hand-to-hand combatant. She’s displaying typically “masculine” traits by possessing all of the qualities of a typical hero, and as a result she’s written off as a “Mary Sue” and “SJW propaganda,” despite representing many girls and women who could feel empowered by seeing someone like them portrayed onscreen in such a heroic light.


It’s 4 AM and I can’t sleep. I’m at a friend’s house. I’m hungry, but we’re camping in the living room. I get up to make food and navigate without the lights, locate my left-overs, and put them in the microwave.

It is at this point that I realize that without the lights I cannot navigate her microwave- it’s one of those completely smooth futuristic black ones with no physical buttons, only a touch screen.

So instead of going back to get my phone for a mini light, my WHITE ASS decided to hold up my hand to the screen displaying the time and my greasy hands were reflective enough to pick up the little digital numbers and illuminate the rest of the matte-black pad.

Like I’m sorry, but like when I was a kid I thought I might have been bio-luminescent because I glow in water and I cast a small illumination on walls at night if there is ANY ambient starlight at all. Like… I can’t be the only one who experiences this

It’s 4 AM and I’m having this revelation for the ump-teenth time in my life and I just can’t take myself seriously at all

one time i was out shopping with my mom and she made us go to one of those godawful hippie stores. you know the ones. the ones that sell nothing but incense, overpriced rocks, wooden buddhas, and newton’s cradles. terrible place.

well, said terrible place had an artist’s posable wooden reference hand on display, so naturally i began messing with it and made it throw up the metal horns. a whole five seconds passed having fun in this perfume scented hell. as i walk away, a man just fucking appears behind me and says “I see you had fun with the hand.”

i turn, startled, and find myself face to face with a sixty-something year old man, smiling in the creepiest way, facing me.

“uh, yeah, heh” i say, confused by this random person talking to me

“everyone has fun with the hand. everyone here loves the hand” he said, continuing to smile and stare at me

“yeah. cool” i say hurriedly rushing out of the store to plop my ass on a nearby bench while waiting for my mom to finish looking at overpriced rugs

and that is the story of how i was accosted by the hippie hand being. 

sometimes i think about how TF can be flustered. 

there’s not a lot that can manage to make him get frazzled and demure but gentle, loving PDA with someone who he cares about a lot you know the one i’m talking about does it for sure.

Aromantic Thought #10

If public displays of affection make you uncomfortable, clap your hands.

If public displays of affection make you uncomfortable, clap your hands.

If kissing makes you turn face and hugging makes you squirm away. If public displays of affection make you uncomfortable, clap your hands.

So forever ago, @sloth-draws gave me the prompt “admire” so of course I had to do something for the ot3. This is silly but I hope you like it! Thank you again for letting me write your Aracari, I love him


This was altogether unfair. Dorian had just been minding his own business in the library attempting to get some work done when he happened to glance out of the window and all hope of concentration was immediately lost. He didn’t stand a chance. Ari and Elden were in the courtyard below sparring together; Ari all liethe muscle and fluid motion and Elden with his muscular bulk and strength. And they had even removed their shirts. Of course, the unusually hot weather could have been the cause of that, but Dorian had his suspicions.

He tried to turn away, to refocus on the book in his hand instead of the display below, but he could hear the clash of practice swords and the occasional laugh and inevitably his gaze was pulled back despite himself. Dorian never would have described either of them as cruel, but perhaps he had been too hasty in that assessment. To be doing this in clear view of the library windows they had to have planned this.

Dorian was gripped with the sudden urge to go join them. The three of them actually sparred together often, their different styles making things particularly interesting and resulting in it being educational as well as enjoyable. He quickly stomped that thought down however. He had important things to do and he most certainly did not feel left out. Besides, if they were trying to distract him, he was determined not to give in. It was a matter of pride at this point. He moved away from the window, trying not to listen, and just buried his face in his book.

Somehow he managed to succeed, becoming so engrossed in his studies that he didn’t even notice when silence fell outside. He didn’t realize they had finished until he heard the sound of laughter as Elden and Ari made their way into the rotunda. Dorian didn’t move to get up and instead lowered his book slightly to watch as they reached the top of the stairs, arm in arm, flushed from exertion but smiling and looking so content and happy. Dorian couldn’t help but smile but he was, however, disappointed to see they had both put their shirts back on. When their eyes fell on Dorian and he saw how they lit up, all other thought left his mind.

“Ah, I see you two have finally finished,” Dorian said, returning to his book, still stubbornly pretending to be uninterested. “I’ll have you know your little plan has failed”

“What plan?” Ari asked as he sat on the arm of Dorian’s chair. Elden dropped onto the ground beside them and leaned against Dorian knee. Dorian tried to suppress a sigh. Where they still at their little game then?

“Oh come now, the only way you could try harder to distract me is to carry me off. Really, practicing right outside the window was a bit much in my opinion.”

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” Elden replied. He wasn’t the best liar and Dorian could see that he was being sincere.

“You shoulda joined us! Woulda been more fun than all this,”Ari said, gesturing vaguely at the piles of books and notes as he placed an elbow on Dorian’s shoulder as if he were an armrest. He didn’t seem to notice Dorian’s half-hearted glare, so he took Ari’s wrist and placed his arm around his shoulders instead.

“Wait, you didn’t think we were leaving you out, did you?” Elden asked suddenly, looking up at them with an adorably concerned expression.

“Don’t be silly,” Dorian said, leaning against Ari while he ran his free hand through Elden’s hair reassuringly. “If I wanted to join you both, I would have simply come down.”

“Still,” Elden said wretchedly.

“Maybe we shoulda asked first,” Ari said. “We could go another round now if ya want?”

“No, I certainly do not,” Dorian replied quickly. As unnecessary as it was, it was sweet of them to be so concerned.

They were all aware how easy it was to feel neglected with the three of them together, particularly when it was impossible to do everything together. Even after countless discussions, they were still so careful and Dorian couldn’t deny that it was endearing.

“We could help you with what you’re doing here then,” Elden offered. “As way of apology?”

“I think not,” Dorian laughed. Surrounded by them, their warmth and concern, he had once again lost all hope of concentration. Instead, he wanted to \ lighten the mood and wipe the concern from their faces. Perhaps he could afford to indulge a little. “Did you come here straight from the training ring? You are both thoroughly disgusting. How about we go get you both cleaned up, hmm?”

Dorian may have been exaggerating a touch, but it did the trick and the two of them seemed to relax again as Dorian disentangled himself from them and ushered them both towards the stairs. Once on their feet, Dorian looped his arms in theirs, feeling warm and content and oh so very fond and determined to make sure they knew how happy they made him.

millie is like … a pretty messy eater. like, stuffing your face, chipmunk cheeked, opening your mouth to talk and food falling out, scarfing your food down and choking on it messy and a large part of that is because she like … for a good portion of her life, especially with sterling, she was not certain abt when would be the next time she’d be fed. so pretty much anything that can be scarfed the fuck down will be, almost defensively, because a little part of her still is afraid of not getting another chance to eat

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>normal people:</b> it's halloween season!! yay!<p/><b>retail workers:</b> Off in the distance Thriller plays. I barely notice it, I have heard it 27 times that day. Perhaps it has been more. I shiver. The crisp air is tinged with a hint of pumpkin. I cannot locate the exact source of the smell, there are far too many pumpkin flavored items to distinguish it from. The pungent smell sickens me and I try not to puke so I look at my hands. Glitter from yesterdays display still coats my tired fingers. It does not wash off and I cannot escape. I cannot escape retail hell.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

places in rick riordan’s books
↳ daedalus’s workshop (the battle of the labyrinth)

“The workshop was like an artist’s studio, with thirty-foot ceilings and industrial lighting, polished stone floors, and workbenches along the windows. A spiral staircase led up to a second-story loft. Half a dozen easels displayed hand-drawn diagrams for buildings and machines that looked like Leonardo da Vinci sketches. And hanging on the wall were several sets of bronze and silver wings.”

—  (noun), An untranslatable Spanish word, alharaca is defined as an excessive, borderline violent, demonstration of emotion surfacing from a small issue or incident. Derivative from the Arabic word الحركة (al-haraka), meaning movement, alharaca describes the overwhelming sensation of becoming agitated or “making a fuss.” For example: moving your hands ferociously, displaying extreme hurt or involuntary passion, or a surge of impulsion to convey the sting of pain or the eruption of excitement. 

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A little Xaela girl rushed into Rawkin's forge with a big smile on her face, holding out one of her hands to display her prize. A little field mouse dangles by the tail, wiggling about its paws as it struggles to adjust. "Dah! L-Look! I caught it! I-I-I wuh-wuh... wanna be a h-h... like mommy!"

Blinking and looking up from the draft he had been working on for the weapons Gallery down the street from their Shirogane district home, Rawkin smiles as Samga runs up with her new furry catch hanging by it’s tail, “Well now look atcha, yer jus’ as good as she is, maybe even better.” He takes the small, terrified creature from her grasp, chuckling and scratching his chin, standing, he walks over to one of the boxes in the workshop and sets it inside to release later, “Yah know we gotta nice life here, Lass, yah don’ need tah hunt, yah could grow up tah beyah merchan’ orah craftswoman, jus’ like yer papa.” He then walks back over to her, setting down and kissing the tiny scaled daughter on the brow, “Bu’ if yah wan’ah be ah hun’ress like yer mum, than yah’ll be the finest Othards ever seen.”

Lost Pet Spell

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • 1 brown candle
  • 4 white candles

Set up your altar as you see fit and invoke the gods of your pantheon. Particularly gods that are guardians of domestic animals (Reye, Herne, Artemis and so on). Never invoke a god that is not of your faith.

Perform first prayers and gift your offerings.

Place the white candles in the 4 directions of your altar (north, east, south and west) Take up the brown candle and charge into it brown animalistic energy and images of your lost pet. Say the following 9 times:

May this candle come to be
__(Pets name)__, who I want to see.
__(Pets name)__, come home to me,
And as my will, so mote it be

Place the candle down in the middle of the the 4 candles and light them all. Hold your hands over the candle display and say the following 9 times while picturing your pet returning:

May the wind blow in the direction of my love,
May the sun light your way home so long as you are lost,
May the rain quench your thirst, since I can’t,
May the Earth give you strength beneath your feet,
And may the Goddess ______ hold you in her arms.
And if you can’t find your way home to me
Find a new home with someone as loving as me

Let the candles burn as long as you can let them. It may take a few days for your pet to return, so be patient.