hopefully this changes in future

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Sebastian Delacroix is an alumnus of Hartfeld University. Previously known for his acting capabilities in school plays, he paved his way to Hollywood with his skills and charming looks. He became one of the most wanted actors in entertainment industry, having been nominated Academy Award for Best Actor twice in a span of two years, taking home the title at the second time. He’s currently residing in Los Angeles, California.

An Open Letter to the world, From the people.

My name is Marvin Thompson, and none of that is important. I want to start a project. Id like Tumblr, and anyone who sees this, to help me construct a living manifesto to the entire world. A cry for peace.

I want to prove to everyone that their voice matters, and that through our voices, we can change great things.

Reblog this and share with your own writing. Add to this letter. Help it grow. Turn this small post into something that the world cant ignore. Stop a war, feed a child, spread love, tolerance, write for our future.

Write to change the world. Hopefully a world leader sees this or a politician, or it makes the news.

“Peace.

Im asking you all for peace. I’m asking for you all to stop everything that you are considering, and to think about everyone and everything we have. I do not ask this blindly - I am well aware that there are many stipulations that interfere with the notion of peace. That there are many pictures that come into your head, and that some of you laugh and smirk at the impossibility, because nothing in life is that simple. But as a firm believer in chance, and as a stagnant stone with the idea that anything is possible, I believe that it could be. I believe that we shape our lives and our future. I think, at this point of human development, we’re reaching a dangerous point in a curve that can curtain the very possibility of tomorrow as we know it. And that if we turn a blind eye to the senseless, pointless killings, wars, and even to the smaller scaled issues of everyday communal, it will continue to fester, and it will continue to grow.

Tolerance. Respect. These are things we should fight for. These are things we should maintain. We should learn to understand each other, because we’re on the same thin sheet of ice, pressed against the same uncertainty.

I have a weird religious belief. I believe that every time we die, we are reincarnated to another life or another time where we learn, fresh faced, and grow as people until we hit the point where with our lives we can change a world, or a life, or create new ones, until one of the billions of inhabitants can succeed in stopping the crash of a peak like this.

And this is all by chance, to me - which is what makes it great. There isnt anyone pulling the strings. Just us, and what we dont know, and the things that can and cant happen. We are born, by chance, to end up as something and die when and in a way that we dont know. We have the chance to do amazing things, and equally, the harrowing ability to do or allow horrible things to happen. Both of those possibilities are looming above us, and its up to us to decide which we want to take the reigns.

The days of imperialistic conquests are over. We’ve carved up most of this planet, and I assure you, there is no square inch of it worth dying for. These are the days where man and its ambitions are rubbing against a glass ceiling that if broken, can rain horrors down below. These are the days of the peak. These should be days of reflection. And for all the factories across the world, we’ve yet to learn how to mass produce understanding.

What more is there to have? We have men on the moon. Buildings that touch the sky’s cieling. Jets that break the sound barrier. Airplanes, cars, jets, super highways, computers, we have cures for disease, we have enough food, we have movies and music and schools and we can learn anything we want whenever we want.

Why do we need more? Why do we always take and take and want and want and we almost never give? Why is there so much food and there are starving families eating dirt? Why are there so many religions that preach peace and kill each other by the thousands? Why do we get such a kick out of abusing each other, monetizing our sadness and dividing each other? Why do we need bombs? Why dont we take our Planets health seriously? Why do we destroy cities and rape women and kill children? Why do we advance so much just to ignore everything we’ve learned?

Do you know how much we have left to fix here for that tomorrow to happen? Is there an endgame to greed?

How many more great men and women have to die after leading lives of advocacy for peace for us to get the point?

World leaders.
No more bombs. No more poisons or massacres. No more stockpiling. No mpre backroom deals, no more destruction and death. Its possible. You dont need any of this to live. We’ve created the illusions of power and influence and now its got us by the throats, doing things in the name of things that are insane and insensitive. Justifying our hate filled actions with promises of more hate instead of love. With cooperation. With solid leadership. There is your strength.

It is not your bombs or your guns Or your armies that make you strong. Who do you have to fear? We are all human beings. I dont care if you live next door or in North Korea, or Russia or India or Pakistan or Washington or Tokyo or France, Britain, Spain, Italy or anywhere else, you are all human to me and you all have that same chance and possibility to do something amazing if you choose to.

And I know there’s alot to forgive, and a lot that cant be forgiven, but none of those are excuses to do more horrible things to each other. We do not stand for hate anymore.

Stop your stockpiling and feed a village. Stop your explosions and save the earth. Stop your hate crimes and understand each other. Stop everything and love this life because you haventhe chance to live it. We are all going to die. There is so much we can and need to do. There is so much we can change. I want to change so much in this world.

Peace.
Peace.

Washington, stop your bombs.
Korea, stop your bombs.
Russia, Stop your bombs.
If you want to prove you are strong, then work together and fight the impossible notion that this destructive tide cant be changed.

Peace.
Peace.

Rebuild.
Build a future.”

The Cycle - Jason Todd x Reader

Description: “I wasn’t mourned—I was replaced.”

A/N: I’m not quite set on the title for this one yet, it will probably change in the future (Hopefully something better can be thought up). I’m glad I’m finally able to finish at least one of my drafts, its like my creativity is in hibernation due to the recent change of weather D: But I’m not the biggest fan of this, cause im still trying to get back into the swing of things. I really hope this isn’t too bad, and that it’s a good read for some of you. (Do let me know if there’s any mistakes or something doesn’t make sense; I have been very all over the place these past few weeks.) 

Side Note: Abigail is the daughter shared by Jason & the Reader.

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“Will Daddy come home tonight Mama?” The innocence was evident in Abigail’s voice, her young mind unaware of her mother’s stomach performing somersaults at her words. Once the clock strikes midnight it will mark exactly 21 days since Tim’s death—21 days since her father crept back into his reckless ways. 

“Remember what I told you Abigail?” Y/n gently caressed Abigail’s hair, a small sigh falling from her lips as she took note of the undeniable resemblance she had to her father. “No matter where you are, where he is. Whether it’s night or day, sunny or cloudy. The love he has for you will always be with you, even when he’s not around.” Her hand traced a small circle around Abigail’s heart, “Right here.” A tiresome smile curled at the young one’s lips, her small frame molding against her mother’s as she drifted off into the night.  

Tim’s death has been anything other than easy, the Wayne family dynamics shifting and causing a rift between the lot. Who’s to blame becoming an inevitable argument at attempted family dinners. 

Amid the chaos, Bruce had asked Y/n to plan a personal ceremony in honor of Tim. Out of the sheer respect she held for her in-law she accepted,  which  ignited  the  downward  spiral  of none  other  than  her spouse—Jason Todd.

Relieving herself from the warm clutches of her daughter, Y/n quietly entered the hallway of the small apartment. Her arms curling around her in search of warmth, the growing cold from Jason’s absence becoming unbearable.   

“You talk like I’ve died again.” The gleam of blue irises matched with an single white stripe of hair stood in the threshold across from Y/n, the familiar but faint outline of an J scarring the individuals left cheek. 

“What else can a mother tell a child who’s been neglected contact from her father who decided to disappear for weeks?” Y/n pushed passed him into their bedroom, “What else Jason?!” Anger was boiling over inside her as she was no longer able to contain it. 

“The truth!” Jason trailed closely behind, his emotions reaching their peak desperate for a release—his wife receiving the burden.

“What?!” Y/n threw her hands up in exasperation, taking long strides to enclose the gap between her & the man who’s slowly become a stranger. “That her father is an selfish—inconsiderate asshole?!” She dug a harsh finger in his chest. “Tim’s death is no excuse to abandon your family Jason! You have no idea what it’s like to look into Abigail’s—our daughter’s eyes every night you’re not here, assuring her things that I’m just as in the dark about as well. You’ve fallen back into your vicious cycle and I don’t think I can go through the process once again—we can’t.”  

“Then don’t” Jason hissed through gritted teeth, his hand circling her wrist restricting her from any further contact with him. “For a year—a fucking year the beatings never stopped.”

“When the “robin” the people didn’t trust died at the hands of Gotham’s most notorious villain, the bat didn’t give a shit.” He continued, his jaw set in a tight line. “I wasn’t mourned Y/n—I was replaced.”    

His grip loosened, the silence of realization falling amongst them.

A moment later, he was enveloped in a warm embrace which brought him to his knees, his arms curling around his wife’s small frame pulling her tightly against his chest. 

“You never forgave Bruce..” Jason hung his head low in response, his hand thoughtlessly tracing the outline of his childhood branding. 

He refused to indulge in the reflection of his life, growing tired of throwing salt on his profound wounds. Tired of his endless infliction of pain he placed upon the ones he cared for most. 

It was time to let go.

It was time to end the cycle. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed. 

Providing no explanation he detangled from her, his feet carrying him towards the window which sat ajar. With the small turn of his head he gazed at her, then away, his heart constricting at the pain that lay in her eyes. 

She cradled her head in her hands, the tears flowing freely. The soft pounding of footsteps against  the fire escape set her reality in stone…

He was gone. 

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So on Diwali I decided to wear a bindi and Indian jewellery to college because I felt happy and wanted to express it. Also for the reclaim the bindi week and I’m so happy how people in my college respected my culture. They wished me a happy Diwali and didn’t make fun of me at all for wearing a bindi instead they said I looked beautiful. That literally light up my day I was so happy because in primary school I found it so difficult to express my culture as people used to bully me for being who I am. Though now I’m so glad that things have changed and people are more aware and respectful. I’m finally having faith in our generation and the future things are hopefully going to change in the right direction. If everyone starts to be positive, kind and respectful like this the world would be such a beautiful place. 😊💞💖spread the love and peace✌

Speed Animation 218

I was watching a cartoon over the weekend and I was inspired by the explosion FX that they had on there…. I actually didn’t get to animate an explosion like they had on the show, but I still had fun and after finishing this test I realize that there are some things that i’d probably do it differently.   So hopefully i can get to make those changes in future tests.  

This test took me about an hour or so.

Private Rp with NsfwMuses

Sponty was sitting in the back room of the futanari strip club she worked at as she was wearing her thigh boots, thong with fake baby blue colored roses on the sides, and her long arm gloves that were colored white and baby blue like everything she wore as she also had a baby blue colored ribbon tied around her cock as Sponty was busy letting another performer suck her off since that is what most of the performers did for her as she enjoyed it but needed someone to let her seed into at anytime when she needed to get rid of built up cum or stress but most of the other performers had to head home to get sleep for their next performance at the club so Sponty couldn’t get one of the other futanari performers to be a good cum bucket for her but that was all going to change hopefully in the future Sponty thought to herself

Can’t Get You Out of My Mind Ch. 5

Chaptered Fic: Chapter 5/?

Pairing: Phan

Rating: Currently PG, hopefully change in future chapters

Chapter Word Count: 1714 / Full Fic Count: 13752

Summary: Phil is weird in many ways, but there’s one thing about him that is weirder than most. He has the ability to enter people’s dreams. Normally, he just hops into a random friend’s dream and goes along for the ride. Until, that is, the new kid, Dan Howell, comes along. From the moment they meet, Phil can’t stop get him out of is head….. And Dan may have a hard time keeping Phil out of his. Literally.

Warnings:  semi-nightmares, one instance of vague bedwetting (minor character), some language

A/N: Sorry this chapter is kinda short but a) i am on vacation so i have been snorkeling and things and not on the computer and b) this felt like the natural place to end this chapter as it is kind of a doozy. As always hope you enjoy, hopefully more to come :) <3

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Can’t Get You Out of My Mind Ch. 4

Chaptered Fic: Chapter 4/?

Pairing: Phan

Rating: Currently PG, hopefully change in future chapters

Chapter Word Count: 4635 / Full Fic Count: 12,038 

Summary: Phil is weird in many ways, but there’s one thing about him that is weirder than most. He has the ability to enter people’s dreams. Normally, he just hops into a random friend’s dream and goes along for the ride. Until, that is, the new kid, Dan Howell, comes along. From the moment they meet, Phil can’t stop get him out of is head….. And Dan may have a hard time keeping Phil out of his. Literally.

Warnings:  semi-nightmares, one instance of vague bedwetting (minor character), some language

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so long but It had 2 happen. also I am going on vacation so if I don’t have time to upload then, this will hopefully hold u over. Also shits about to go down chapter 5. Not in a bad way. 

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