i can't look at people crying

hello confirmation that cyrus turning around was intentionally to show that he likes jonah!! can i just point out that they are clapping and cheering! i have never been this happy, i mean, look at them. look at josh. look at asher. listen to peyton. listen to everyone in the room. they support it. they are just as excited about this as we are. this is happening people & i couldn’t be happier!!

8

I know it’s Christmas and I don’t want to be posting this first thing but…

I couldn’t sleep and I go on Twitter and I see this shit.

And I’m really sad now.

. @thisiseverydayracism @thisiswhiteculture @mixedgirlrants

It’s been months since our last conversation. Now I’m drinking all these different alcohols and taking all these different drugs to make all these different people look like you.
—  You’re the only thing on my mind
  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
Profound Sentence Meme
  • "People care about you, too, you know."
  • "What, and it's alright for you to save us, but never the other way around? Why not?"
  • "Don't you know how much you're loved?"
  • "You're trying to get yourself killed! Ever since it happened, you've been trying!"
  • "It's like you have a death wish."
  • "You're addicted to the adrenaline and sooner or later it will get someone killed. You, probably."
  • "What happened to you? Why are you like this?"
  • "This ISN'T okay."
  • "You can't keep treating yourself like this."
  • "I hear you crying sometimes, when you think nobody is listening."
  • "Do you know how sad you look sometimes?"
  • "What are you hiding from me? Just TELL me!"
  • "Something is eating you up from the inside. Something happened, or you've done something, or someone left. You need to share. Otherwise you're never going to feel okay again."
  • "Why are you like this?"
  • "Since when was doing THIS okay?"
  • "It's okay to talk to people."
  • "I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break if you talk to me about it. I'll listen and I'll care. That's it. I promise."
  • "You can't run away from this."
  • "I'm not going to leave you the moment you do something I disagree with."
  • "You're not secretly an irredeemably awful person!"
  • "What's going on with you?"

Another supposed essential character of fascism is its anticapitalist, antibourgeois animus. Early fascist movements flaunted their contempt for bourgeois values and for those who wanted only ‘to earn money, money, filthy money.’ They attacked 'international finance capitalism’ almost as loudly as they attacked socialists. They even promised to expropriate department-store owners in favor of patriotic artisans, and large landowners in favor of peasants.

Whenever fascist parties acquired power, however, they did nothing to carry out these anticapitalist threats. By contrast, they enforced with the utmost violence and thoroughness their threats against socialism. Street fights over turf with young communists were among their most powerful propaganda images. Once in power, fascist regimes banned strikes, dissolved independent labor unions, lowered wage earners’ purchasing power, and showered money on armaments industries, to the immense satisfaction of employers. Faced with these conflicts between words and actions concerning capitalism, scholars have drawn opposite conclusions. Some, taking the words literally, consider fascism a form of radical anticapitalism. Others, and not only Marxists, take the diametrically opposite position that fascists came to the aid of capitalism in trouble, and propped up by emergency means the existing system of property distribution and social hierarchy.


This book takes the position that what fascists DID tells us at least as much as what they SAID. What they said cannot be ignored, of course, for it helps explain their appeal. Even at its most radical, however, fascist’s anticapitalist rhetoric was selective.

—  Robert O. Paxton, The Anatomy of Fascism
6

On this occasion, a home, more than bricks and mortar, a turtle, it’s a feeling. It’s a feeling of belonging. Isn’t it? Of love of course. Of hope… for the future. I don’t know if I have ever met two people who are more suited to one another than you two. To Barry and Iris. To us.

Naruto confession to their lovers
  • Naruto: Hinata... I was wondering if you could...you know...spend some fun time with me and eat together in the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Also...we could hang out..and...takes things to the next level?
  • Hinata: *blushing so hard* ....er....i....well..
  • Naruto: I...is t...that a yes or a no? *sweats continuously*
  • Hinata: Yes, yes yes!
  • Naruto: Alright! (This will be he best day of my life, I was so scared if she said no!)
  • ______________________________
  • Sasuke: Sakura *wind blows his hair* I know I have done terrible things in the past and...this time. As I have been traveling. I notice how I was stupid to cut you of out my life. I really want to spend time with you. I really mean it. I-
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun?
  • Sasuke: *takes out Sakura's hand and puts it on his chest and lets Sakura listens to his heart beat*
  • Sakura: *blushes* Sasuke...*cries a little with joy*
  • Sasuke: I want to be with you.
  • ____________________________
  • Shikamaru: Temari...you are the only one who knows me well and even though you're scary af....er...I-
  • Temari: *looks pissed* what is that suppose to mean?
  • Shikamaru: woah wooah ....I'm not good at these things but Temari. Even though you are a troublesome beautiful lady, I would like to stick with you and never let you go. Would you like to spend some time with me?
  • Temari: Are...you..serious *blushing* ...being with yo me is such a drag
  • Shikamaru: *chuckles* Yeah, I know but I'm sure of it.
  • __________________________
  • Sai: *enters Ino's flower shop* Hey, Ino! I'm looking for a beautiful flower.
  • Ino: What is it for? For decoration? For-
  • Sai: For a girl
  • Ino: *looks a little bit upset* A ...girl?
  • Sai: Yup, she's so beautiful. I think of her whenever I see her and she recused me so that's why she's so precious to me! She's an angel that I can't take my eyes off!
  • Ino: Is...that so...?
  • Sai: I have a drawing of her...do you want to see?
  • Ino: *looks upset* s-sure....w..why not?
  • Sai: *gives Ino the drawing* See? Such beauty....I wish she'll be my future girlfriend!
  • Ino: *sees a portrait of herself* Eh.....it's me!
  • Sai: *goes closer to Ino and whispers* I know it's you, Ms Beautiful..
  • Ino: Sai....wait...do you mean it? About me being your...
  • Sai: Why would I lie? *touches Ino's hair* Would you want to go on a date with me? I could even show you more drawings I created of you.
  • Ino: ...er....
  • Sai: I'll take that as a yes, my princess *kisses Ino's hand*
  • _____________________________
  • *Kiba and Tamaki walking around Konoha*
  • Kiba: ....Tamaki....
  • Tamaki: Kiba-kun? What's up?
  • Kiba: Remember our first chat together?
  • Tamaki: The one when you were helping your friend to get honey wine?
  • Kiba: Er....yeah
  • Tamaki: What about it? Wait is it about Momo, my cat? Did he say rude things about you?
  • Kiba: No no no..
  • Tamaki: Phew....then what is it?
  • Kiba: *stops walking and goes closer to Tamaki* Damn it! *blushes* I'm not good at these things and i stutter when I say this but it's time that I should do it!
  • Tamaki: Kiba? You're not making any sense....
  • Kiba: Ah, crap.....I really like you...Tamaki....and I thank god that i had the opportunity to see you at Sora-Ku! I would really like....if....we....can...well....consider ourselves as.....
  • Tamaki: A couple?
  • Kiba: *blushes so hard* ...I.....
  • Tamaki: You're so easy to read, dog boy. Of course! I would love to spend my life with a handsome man *puts her arms over Kiba's shoulders* like you, Kiba-kun? Because...I like you...really...I mean it! Me too, I'm glad we met. Even though we are different, who says that dogs and cats can't be together?
  • Kiba: *hugs Tamaki* I'm glad you feel the same, cat girl!
  • Tamaki: me too, dog boy!
  • ______________________________
  • Choji: Karui, you're the woman who doesn't give no bananas about my size and I'm glad that you don't. I'm very happy that we got to hang out more and I really think that i might have feelings for you, chococlate sunshine.
  • Karui: Ehh.....You really think so?! I...well...think the same. You care about my opinions and you are always there for me! You're my big strong butterfly....I'm glad that you like me because I like you too!
  • Choji: So do you want to go to my house and eat something together *holds Karui's hands and blushes*
  • Karui: *blushes* S..sure... I would love that.
  • ______________________________
  • *Lee and Tenten in a training hall*
  • *Lee stops training*
  • Lee: Tenten?
  • Tenten: What's wrong? You stopped training?
  • Lee: ....I.... *takes a deep breath*
  • Lee: We have spend some time together and we have similar connections and i would like if our connections collide into one. Tenten, to me, you're one of the strongest kunoichi that I have seen and I wish to spend more training with you and see you grow! I may be so annoying to you in the past but right now, I just....want you to see me as a man and show you how much I want to spend more time and...l-love with you...Tenten...I
  • Tenten: *kisses Lee's forehead* You are already a man to me and I would like to see our connections grow together and become one...Lee...Yes... I would like to be with you.
  • _____________________________
  • Shino: I know it's weird saying this to you and I'm kinda freaked out on saying this but I really...like talking to you and I wish we hanged out more and well...united....
  • Akamaru: woof....(wtf)
  • Shino: ...damn it.....I can't do it....no one likes me....
  • Insets: buzzzzzzzz (you have us)
  • Shino: I know I have you.
  • Akamaru: Woof....woof woof...(I should find leave and find Kiba)
  • Shino: I'm glad that people wouldn't see me crying as I walk around Konoha.
  • Shiho: *looks at Shino from a distances and giggles*
  • Shino: Huh? *turns around and sees Shiho*
  • *both of them look at each other and blush*
  • *Kiba sees the connection as he walks towards Shino*
  • Kiba: Oooooooo... you have a crush.....
  • Shino: Stop it!
  • _____________________________
  • (Requested) ;---; NejiTen
  • Neji: Tenten?
  • Tenten: Yeah...
  • Neji: In the future, I always think in what will happen to me? Will I die (;-;)
  • Or will I live (;----;) but the most important question is who will I be with before this happens?
  • Tenten: Yeah...okay....what are you trying to say?
  • Neji: Tenten, if the world ends today, I would like to be with you and stick with you. I know you see me as a team mate but i would to expand that. I was a pain to you and harsh before but I want to change! ...and become the man you want! And I'll do it - if you like me....
  • Tenten: You felt this way....you like me?
  • Neji: I will always do you, my ninja twin bun strong kunoichi.
  • Tenten: then, promise me you will stick with me and protect forever.
  • Neji: You don't need to be protected by me! You're so strong. Even I can't touch you...
  • Tenten: Neji....*lays on his lap* I will always stick with you and protect then....no matter what.
  • ______________________________

So part of my day involved tearing up at my computer because some of the most talented, amazing, beautiful people involved with @disneybound as a phenomenon put this together and posted it up on Instagram earlier. I’m beyond words. I can’t even pretend I’m doing anything but screaming in delight!!!

https://www.instagram.com/p/BRY09hTBfkp/

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I’m crying laughing because I haven’t drawn anything in almost two weeks and what is this crap?

*poof* This is the only way I really take selfies…with a snapchat filter. I think that’s going to change. I’ll start showing my scars. Start showing the acne and hives and marks and blemishes. I’m so hard on myself and always looking for validation. All of the stressing doesn’t help. I keep myself from meeting new people because I can’t face the thought of them not liking me. I was always reduced to a joke and made fun of growing up in school. I had thick glasses since I’m almost legally blind. Pepperoni face…like the commercials you see for proactiv where they like to boast the most terrible cases can be cured… I’m unable to take accutane so watching everyone like me in school become clear and bloom into social butterflies made me want to kill myself all the time. I haven’t changed since then. I can’t accept myself. That has to change. I’m becoming violent. I’m acting out against myself. I want peace. I need love. And I can’t be worried about wanting people to like how I look. It is so hard.

Guys I just.

I just really need my Fitz back.

Just.

Okay?

It was a shock, to say the least. 

The whole neighborhood was in the bodega when it happened.  Nina, was there too. She felt lucky enough to get a chance to see this with everyone she loved. After a stressful year of working, and here she was, with everyone she loved. And Benny right by her side.
Radios were blasting the results, TV’s were on, and everyone gathered to De La Vega’s. Usnavi rarely uses that flat screen for anything, only for special events. Fifa; surprisingly, the Olympics; and previously for those last few debates. There was no doubt in everybody’s mind that he wouldn’t use the TV today.<br />
Almost everyone one of age had a sticker proudly displayed on their chest, like a medal of honor. Those who didn’t, couldn’t. Many have already thanked Nina for registering them.
Flags from all around hung from the fire escapes but one flag appeared the most constant: red, white and blue, donning stars and stripes. And all flown so freely in the soft breeze.
Usnavi and Vanessa were behind the counter busting out change and receipts, from energy drinks and cafe. Tonight was going to be a late one.
Daniela and Carla were in the corner, watching the screen, holding hands. Their hands seemed to be gripping to each others more as the states start to change colors. Some squeezes out of excitement, some out of fear.
Camila and Kevin were standing just outside the bodega. They eyed their little street. Oh, how it has changed, without looking any different day after day, until one day you notice, in retrospect, it’s has changed. It’s grown right before their eyes. And it just made a decision to change the world. They marveled at their street; they marveled at their daughter.
The Piragüero, is also outside the bodega, selling to neighbors walking into the store. Today’s special was, strawberry (red), Coconut (white), or raspberry (blue).
For once, Sonny didn’t have to drag Pete to the polls, they were there first thing in the morning. They were sucking down on one of Sonny’s slushie concoctions, to stay awake.

And then the night went on. People began holding their breath. Candle sales when up. Curses were screamed, prayers were whispered.

By the time the west coast was all counted up, it was late. And it was called.
It was called when Nina stood tall with tears gleaming in her eyes. For the first time in a long time she felt like she let everyone down.
It was called when Benny was holding on behind her, he was the only one to feel her tremble. He was the only one to hear her hold her breath for too long. He reminded her to breathe.
It was called when Carla was sobbing hard into Daniela’s shoulder. A thousand prayers and verses running through her mind. Her hands holding on to Dani more than ever.
It was called when Daniela stood blinking passed the tears in shock, not knowing what to do.  What to say. But somehow just knew to take a moment and smell Carla’s hair, like it was her last. It could be her last….
It was called when Camila felt a chill. Her mind was calculating just how much money they had in their accounts, just what they could leave behind in their apartment. It would be the first time she left somewhere with just a suitcase. For a flickering second, she thought of Claudia.
It was called when Kevin suddenly remembered his father’s stinging slap across his face. He could vaguely hear his voice in his ear, “Inútil”.
It was called when the Piragüero had a second thought of selling his piragua in those colors. He had a second thought of being here…
It was called when a curse fell from Pete’s mouth and a drink from Sonny’s hand. Fear rose over their faces, while their faith in humanity also fell.
It was called with every vile thing Vanessa was ever called and yelled at ringing in her ears. And for once, she let it get to her. She felt like she was those slurs. And she broke. She started crying harder than she ever thought she could.
It was called with cringes and curses and tears. It was called with people facing their screens in fear.
It was called. And in an instant, the rushing city was frozen. Usnavi knew every thoughts that ran across everyone’s mind. And then he had to face what was going through his mind. Would he have to sacrifice DR to be American? No matter what he knew he couldn’t. It’s as much of him now presently that it was his past. Would he have to sacrifice New York to be Dominican? How could he? After everything he’s parents gone through, how could he just reverse it? Was he welcomed here? Where any of them welcome here? Was this really home?
He stepped closer to comfort Vanessa, right when her legs gave out. He steadied her. Tears dampened his guayabera, and with every whimper she made he felt a pang of something he can’t even explain. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. There are many things they can take from him, but she’s not one of them.
Nina was right by her side. Vanessa turned to Nina enveloping her in a hug. Nina trying to keep it together for her friend who has always been so strong. But everything is weighing on her. And together they both cried.
Usnavi raised his gaze up high. Maybe to God, or maybe to the TV, maybe both. Just waiting to see the colors on the map change. Just waiting to see the numbers change. Just waiting to see the Ashton Kutcher come out, or something. After a minute of searching, he turned off the screen.
The store filled fell to a hush, with a few whimpers and quiet prayers.
The Nina and Vanessa stood there, shifting back and forth crying until Benny’s hand touched her shoulder. Nina looked up sniffling to see the whole community grieving, working through every emotion they can. She squeezed Vanessa’s hand as a final embrace and she turned to the crowd.

She spoke; Usnavi echoed her in Spanish, “Listen everyone, what just happened,” she pauses to find the best phrasing, “was an American Tragedy. It’s a disgrace to have been the product of a democratic system. Now I know, all of us are frightened for the consequences. Notice, I said consequences. It seems like: when there is a mix up, we pay the price. It seems like: even when we are Americans we are treated still like second class citizens. We are treat like we don’t have the same rights as everyone else.”
Grunts of approval come from the crowd.
“And today we went to the polls to tell them how we felt. How we suffer. And we suffer for simply being. Being the gender we are. For being the race we are. For having our skin be the shade it is. For loving who we love and praying to who we believe in. For just being here. And we are scared. But I know one thing. But we are not alone. And there are more of us, out there, demanding justice. We will exercise our right to protest, but we will do it by showing to the country what we think America is, or at least what it should be. We will show them our colors proudly. We will raise our voices high. We will stick together, with comfort and defense. Because, we are so many things but the most uniting factor is that we are Americans!
Many of us has been through dictators and corrupt governments Maybe, that’s why some of us are here. Let me ask those people: through everything that regime has put your country through… Do you still love that country?”
“YES!”
“Is there still a pride for that country?”
“YES!”
“Is there still a love for that country?”
“YES!”
“Is it still apart of you?”
“YES!”
“Then let this country also be apart of you, because you are apart of it! No one should have to sacrifice one of their identities over another. We should feel comfortable in our own home. We should hold who we are with pride and still be treated as equal. It will take time and will be hard work, but like Abuela said:”
“¡PACIENCIA Y FE!”
“Tomorrow, is going to be surreal. Somehow, the world is going to get up and go on with it’s day. And you are going to wake up and you still are going to be here. And as long as we are here, we can make a difference.”

The bodega burst with applause. People’s tear streaked faces were met with enough confidence to get them through the night. The crowd exited the doors branching off in the street. One branch was lead by José, keys jingling in hand, ready to open his doors; the others went to their homes, minds, still processing what had happened.

The bodega was left quiet and empty. Some cups and wrappers confettied the floor.
Vanessa had joined Daniela and Carla in the corner, hugging and wiping away tears. Carla, all tired out, leaned on Daniela’s shoulder. Daniela stroking her hair, singing Juan Gabriel. With Carla nodding off on her shoulder, she invites Vanessa and Usnavi to sleepover at their place tonight. It was too late and too scary to go back downtown tonight. Vanessa took her up on that offer.
Camila and Kevin had gathered around their shaking daughter, with eyes beaming from pride and wet with fear. They tell her how proud they are of her. They tell her how much they love her. They tell her they will be right by her side.
Sonny got up to pick the abandoned cups. Pete still own the floor, eyes glossy and red. With all of the cups were picked up, Sonny began sweeping. Pete blinked out of his shock and got up, walking over to Sonny, ready to take the broom from him. Sonny didn’t surrender it. Instead, he kissed Pete’s forehead and asks him to sit down again. He wasn’t looking too good.
Usnavi stood there for a second, then did the only thing that seemed natural: count and move inventory. When he struggled to move the shipments of water bottles to the back, Benny stepped in to help. After moving the three shipments they took a rest, using the bulk packaging as a seat. The was a silence in there. Just the sounds of their panting. And then, Usnavi heard a different sound, a quiet sob. He turned to see Benny crying silently, hands hiding his face.
“Benny. Hey, man, we’re going to fine.”
“Are we though? Man, anyone we love can be taken away from us. I see how people look at me when I walk down the street. Almost everywhere in this city, I get side eyes. Stares. You’re probably the only store owner who doesn’t watch me when I’m in here. And it’s cause you know me.”
Usnavi grips his shoulder in solidarity.
“There a lot of things, I’m angry about. And a lot I’m worried about. But most of all, any day it seems like I could taken from Nina. Ever morning when I leave the mattress, I pray I make it home to her. I’m very aware I might just step off the curb at the wrong time, or have a busted tail light, and that could be the end for me. And I know she’s in high places, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a target. And I can’t…. I can’t imagine, what that would do to her. It would destroy her. I can’t leave her. I love her.”
Usnavi brings him in for a hug. And he holds his friend while he cries. There’s a silence in the back that seems allow the sobs echo, Benny felt not quite so alone.

With everyone out of the bodega, Usnavi took a moment to himself. And looked around at the livelihood his parents made. It was still standing. He goes behind the counter, and pulled out a Dominican flag and American flag. He hung them in the window, side by side.
He exited and locked up the door and  looked around. Everyone had gone home. Even the Piragüero had gone. Where does he go? Usnavi hoped to see him again.
Pulling down the grate, he was met with Abuela Claudia’s mural and with an idea.
He caught a glimpse of Sonny and Pete walking towards home, just down the street. He rushes over to catch up with them.
“‘Paciencia y Fe’ and ‘No pare, sigue, sigue’!” He calls out.
Pete and Sonny turned around, “What?”
“‘No pare, sigue, sigue’. It means don’t stop keep going and ‘Paciencia y Fe’ means-”
“Yeah, I know what it means, why you telling me?
“Can you write those. If you finish tonight I’ll pay you extra”
“Pete! He has a job for you.”
“Now, I know you’re tired, but, if you can-” Usnavi reacted into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.
“Naw, I can paint tonight.”
“Good. You’re going to need some new cans.”

How to plan the perfect XYZ dragon

so you all might know me as that one weird girl who’s obsessed with XXY dragons, but let me tell you, there is nothing more beautiful and satisfying to look at than a perfectly coordinated XYZ dragon! they’re also super fun to dress! so this is a relatively useless guide to planning your own! I thought it would be helpful for newbies who are still getting used to all the beautiful colors fr has to offer.

Step 1: Picking a Primary

I started with a blank base so I had a clear vision of what I wanted to go for. Skink is a great gene to start with, because it usually has a stark contrast between its main and accent colors. and also, that throat gradient is to die for. it looks really great with treasure primaries like runes, lace, and contour. other great primaries with accents are poison and petals! Iri also works well on certain breeds.

Step 2: Selecting a Secondary

Here is where things actually get fun. I like to choose a color based on the accent color of the primary. Here, cyan is a perfect match for the accent of lead skink. I like that cyan butterfly just has that pale yellow accent color on the tips, but is otherwise a solid bright blue. You can already see the harmony between the colors beginning to work! Other secondaries that have great accent colors are toxin, spinner, and sometimes shimmer. Keep in mind that with certain colors like orca and metals, pretty much any gene will show off a contrasting accent color because that’s just how that color works! (Those ones are my favorite.)

Step 3: Taking a Tertiary

This is the step where it all comes together. That little pale yellow accent color in cyan butterfly matches perfectly with flaxen. Contour is a great simple gene that doesn’t overwhelm other genes or make them too busy, but adds a ton to bring the secondary and primary together. In addition, choosing an eye color is important too–here I chose light eyes to match the tertiary color. I mentioned great treasure tertiaries in step 1, but glimmer, opal and stained can also make for lovely, unique XYZ dragons!

Other Examples!

These are just a few more combinations that can look stunning. With the first dragon I started with his tangerine opal and chose his other colors to be complimentary to it. The second dragon had his primary chosen first, then his tertiary, and his secondary was picked to accent his stunning throat gradient. (Super helpful note: bogsneaks look great with glimmer and underbelly because their throat color will always show through!) The last dragon’s secondary was picked first, and her other genes were chosen to match. On to the last step!

Step 4: Cry

So you want to actually make these dream dragons a reality? Go ahead and search their colors and see what pops up.

There’s a reason it’s nicknamed “the crying workshop.” Have fun with your breeding projects!

anonymous asked:

No one wants to hear your demon child screaming! If you can't keep your child from fucking screaming then fucking leave bitch. Also fuck you with your fucking complaint.

Believe it or not, but people looked at me strange when I couldn’t get my kids to stop crying and I would take them outside till they calmed down.

-Rodney

  • shadowhunter PR people: look at these. we have all these photos.
  • PR people: of Malec in 2x15
  • PR people: these will break the fandom.
  • PR people: oh, we'll definitely have crying fans for weeks
  • PR people: what do you think should we drop like 2 or 3?
  • PR people: or what about all fifteen?
  • PR people: that's sounds reasonable.
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I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world.
                           And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

monsta x: does anything 

me: I saw 7 men so beautiful I started crying? I immediately felt compelled to give them the nine dollars I had in my purse and say ‘you are the best looking people i have ever seen so i think you deserve it and i was going to buy my lunch with this but whatever’ but decided against it. and then i started crying. i seriously cried for an hour….

fic editsFlour and Chocolate (ao3) by teaandtumblr - M, 145k

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.
Then he approached the display cabinet.
And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.
What. The. Fuck?
Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out. 

OR
Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.