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Using Creatures From Native American Beliefs

I have been working on a fantasy series and my world has 9 nations of people, each with somewhat loose real-world influences. Each nation has its own kind of… guardian animal I guess (I formerly called them totem animals but have recently thought I should avoid that word since it specifically originated from Ojibwe culture) and while most of them are animals I have made up, a few of them are taken from real world mythologies and legends. One is the Wyvern, which doesn’t have any significant purpose in its origin so I think should be fine to use, but the others are the wakinyan (Lakota - thunderbird) and the amarok (Inuit) which were significantly more important to their originating cultures. 

The wakinyan is the guardian animal of the nation influenced by some Native American cultures, where the Amarok is similarly the guardian of the nation influenced by Inuit cultures. I hoped this would give representation to those cultures and their mythologies but have worried that in reality it might just be disrespectful. I was hoping you could give me some feedback on whether this use is problematic or appropriative. Thank you! (PS I love this blog, it has taught me a lot, so thank you!) 

I’d caution you to make sure that the “Native American” cultures you’re pulling from all use the Thunderbird, because it is specific to a few tribes. It would feel very off to have a culture that didn’t have the Thunderbird at all suddenly have it be incorporated. I’d prefer it if it was one specific tribe, but if you’re pulling from closely-knit nations who have a common history as allies then you’ll run into a lot less raised eyebrows for mixing a few together. I should note that a shared language family does not indicate a shared ally history; the Huron and Iroquois both shared a language family, but they’re traditionally enemies. They had periods of allyship, but that wasn’t the norm.

Other than that, this doesn’t look appropriative to me because you’re pulling from the entirety of the culture when selecting those animal protectors. The key to at least beginning to respect a culture’s religion (another caution is calling Native American religions “mythologies"— we’re still alive and practicing our traditions!) is to take the whole of it, not just the “cool” or pretty parts.

Of course, the usual cautions of sensitivity readers and making sure you’re not relying on the white versions of our beliefs apply. But as a general rule, if there’s the culture to go along with the creature, you have solid representation.

~ Mod Lesya

Emergency Brake

Spencer Reid x Reader

You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.

Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?

Maybe one day you’d ask him.

More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.

You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.

He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.

Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.

Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.

You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.

The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.

“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.

“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”

You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.

“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.

“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.

You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.

You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.

The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.

“Shit. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”

Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.

Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.

“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.

“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”

You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.

“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”

The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.

He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.

“Balls,” you sighed.

“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.

You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.

He put his arm out, stopping you.

“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.

“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”

“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”

“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”

“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.

The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.

“Y/N… Wait.”

Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.

“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.

“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”

“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.

“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”

“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”

He was asking you out?

He was asking you out!

“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.

“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.

“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”


“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”

“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.

“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”

He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”

You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.

“Coffee shop’s this way.”


I decided to make a few of quickie group shot edits to celebrate me finishing the contest.  Holy shit, we sure did make a lot of kaiju didn’t we?  I tried to make them all roughly to scale, though I’m not particularly good at that so they may be a bit off.

All kaiju in the second pic are owned by other creators.  To see who made which one, click this link right here, which also has a bunch of other kaiju that I might illustrate one day.

Serena and Anger

Originally posted by the-azure-wind

TLDR: A combination of analysis, praise, and criticism in regards to Serena and her portrayal throughout Arc V.

So Serena is a weird favorite character for me in that, on my initial viewing of Arc V, she didn’t really stand out to me much.  I didn’t dislike her, but nothing about her had resonated with me yet.  Key word though because as I thought about her as a character and rewatched a few episodes I fell head over heels in love.

I couldn’t grasp the reason why.  I didn’t feel as if I had missed anything about her character the first time.  Still one trait of hers was striking: her anger.  It’s been a facet ever since I’ve always enjoyed, but with Arc V’s conclusion and a few weeks to digest everything, now I feel I can talk about it in fully.

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anonymous asked:

How do I tell an author that I'm super stoked they updated a fic that they haven't updated in forever without making them feel guilty or rushed? That I'm just grateful for the update?

GOSH so I would just say that you’re so excited to see an update (without mentioning time at all) plus a few things you liked would do the trick without guilting. Some authors are going to guilt themselves over not updating in a while before anyone else could do it by accident, though, and that’s not anything you can control. 

To extend that thought, as for asking an author if they’ve abandoned a fic or when they might update, some authors take it really personally and feel badly, and others don’t mind as long as you wrap it up in a nice comment. But never leave a comment that’s just:

  • update plz
  • more pls

anonymous asked:

My queen, do you know any fics in which Sam or Dean are tattooists? I read one a while ago, but I'm in need of more 😄 ily xox

There are a few….the one I can reference right away is @abaddonwithyall A Study In Tattoos. It’s a Dean x reader series and it’s excellent!

I know I’ve read a few on AO3 that were Destiel, where either one or the other was a tattoo artist. A quick search of AO3 for “tattoo artist” in Supernatural fandom brought up 141 results that you can check out. Most seem to be ship fics, but there might be a reader insert or two in there.

A quick search of my own blog for “tattoo artist” brought up a handful, too.

What it is about tattoos that make us all weak in the knees? Hope this helps!!

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Blog Takedown Notice

I might take Peepsqueak’s blog down temporarily tomorrow - 28/04/17 while I make changes and update it. So don’t panic if the blog becomes private for a bit. It will only be for a few hours.

It might get messy so I’d prefer to take it down until it’s finished. Hopefully it will look a lot better and be up to date afterwards.

anonymous asked:

Hey, do you have a patreon? I would love to support you!

I don’t at this current time, I have a lot of fears and mixed feelings about it. I support a few people through Patreon and I love it, I’m still deciding if it’s for me, though. 

On the one hand it might be nice to have a place to make tutorials that aren’t for free…but that might make people upset because at the moment I share pretty much everything freely. It would also give me the means to do more art that both I want to do and other people would like me to do (through polls). 

On the flip side, Patreon done well takes up a lot of time. A lot, but not all, of the artists I know that are doing well with it have faded a bit from their usual vibrant interactions on social media. Which is totally understandable, don’t get me wrong! That’s just bound to happen. 

This is a long answer to a yes or no question, haha! I just haven’t really expounded upon the question (that I get a whole lot) yet. There are definite pros and cons and I’m just still weighing my options to see what’s right for me moving forward. In the meantime I enjoy supporting as many friends as I can there.  :) 

Hey!  Good news…maybe.  

Met by Accident - Back to School might be up later tonight.  It’s coming along rather well.  I haven’t decided if I’m going to make this a feels chapter or not, but leaning towards not.  I will tell you that you’ll probably need your tissues for a few parts.

Now only if my interwebs would come back up sometime soon *grrr*

ellipticalgalaxy1  asked:

- the pair acting like the intimacy they shared at night never happened the next day (MEAN AND GREEN)

Nail looked so helpless on his little cot, curled up and shaking, and something in Piccolo reached out to him. Maybe it was because he and Nail had shared a body for so long, but he couldn’t just leave him. Dende had said something like this might happen–Nail’s body had essentially gone from being almost dead to nonexistent to right as rain in what felt like a few hours. It was no surprise his body was under a lot of stress.

Piccolo reached out towards him, not sure what exactly he was doing. Offering a comforting touch? Shaking Nail awake? Before he could make any sort of contact, Nail’s eyes snapped open and he grabbed Piccolo’s hand.

“Please,” he said, staring up at Piccolo, “I can’t be alone right now.”

Awkwardly, Piccolo knelt next to his cot. “I don’t think I’ll be very good company.”

“I don’t need company, I need someone with me. Someone nearby. I need physical contact, something to keep me grounded.”

Piccolo hesitated. “How much physical contact?”

“As much as possible. This–” he gestured at their hands. “This is good, but it’s not enough. Please.”

“What do you want me to do?” Piccolo snapped. “Climb onto that rickety thing with you? There’s only just enough space for you on there, let alone me, and I’m taller than you are.”

“Please,” Nail said again, and Piccolo’s stomach turned at the fear and pain in Nail’s eyes.

“Fine.” He rose and tossed his turban and cape on the floor behind him. As soon as he took his hand away from Nail’s, Nail started shivering again. Piccolo grimaced. He hadn’t been lying; he looked pretty bad. Well, if a little physical contact was what it took to help Nail back to normal, Piccolo could suffer through it. Nail had only been around for a few hours, after all, it would be a shame if something happened to him already.

He nudged Nail back and carefully clambered onto the cot. It was a tight fit, and they could only fit if Nail turned his back to Piccolo and pressed right against him. Piccolo had to wrap his arms around Nail and tuck his chin on top of Nail’s head. It wasn’t so bad, actually. A bit strange, but nice. Nail had stopped shaking and his body temperature slowly went back to reasonable.

Piccolo had no idea how long Nail needed to stay like that, but he didn’t want to ask, and he ended up falling asleep before Nail moved.

Piccolo cleared his throat. “You’re feeling better, then.”

Nail nodded, eyes on the floor. “Yes. Much. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He really hoped Nail would never bring it up ever again. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think about it. He refused to acknowledge how Nail had felt in his arms, how for a few fleeting minutes they’d felt like one being again. Piccolo dug his claws into the palms of his hands and looked over Nail’s shoulder. He would not do this. They couldn’t have that kind of intimacy again. “If that’s all, I’m going to go train.”

“Yes.” Nail’s ears were flushed. “Thank you again.”

“Like I said, don’t mention it. Please.” Piccolo grabbed his clothes from the floor and hurried from the room, vainly trying to push the incident–and how he felt about it–to the back of his mind.

I don’t really know how to make a personal post, but I will be taking my comprehensive exams at the end of June as well as starting my thesis in a few weeks, so my involvement in the fandom might slow down a bit.  I still wanna try and keep up with all the incredible fanart, headcanons, and fanfics you all produce, but my studies come first.  Um, thank you for reading!

I’m beginning to suspect that there are just a few comments on my longer fics that I’ll never get to.

And that pisses me off beyond belief because *bites desk* guh. I don’t like leaving them unanswered, but some of them have been sitting there for over a month and answering them now might just be a little weird.

Especially when some of the comments are from people I’ve answered later comments for already.

*pulls hair*

Do I stay or do I go now? Oh do I stay or do I gooo.

New rule for any future long fics: immediately answering the fucking comments. Pray to God none of them get popular. I’ll probably have a panic attack.

One thing I kinda don’t like about new Pokemon Games is how the camera moves around a lot during battle.

It’s mostly annoying if you’re Shiny Hunting because if you look away for a few seconds, then the camera would start moving and chances are you might miss (or KO) a Shiny by accident.

I’d rather the game either give you an option to disable this… or… something to make a Shiny more obvious- maybe an alternative version of the Wild Battle theme (Monster Racers does this for exotic Monsters) or something on the lower screen to indicate that your opponent is Shiny.

Especially with the upped Shiny odds and methods, this happens a lot more often with people now

anonymous asked:

Lately I've lost the ability to sympathize with other human beings. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's kind have become a problem because my friend's other friend has died and she's really upset about it but I can't really comfort her because I can't understand how she feels. What do I do?

This actually isn’t uncommon, you’re not the only one who has trouble sympathizing with other people. More often then not it’s a side effect of something else in your life. Could be a medication, or lack thereof. It might also be that your just having a down time.
As for what how to help your friend even though you can’t feel her pain you can still be there for her. Sometimes just being a friend is all it takes. Maybe go out of your way to find a few things that make her happy, for example when I have had mood swings my best (and ok only) friend in the world will send me pictures of bunnies and it always seems to calm me down A bit. As long as you put in some effort she’ll more then appreciate it.

Hiatus Notice 4/27 - ???

// i hate to do this when i only just started getting back into the swing of things but. without going into boring detail, i have to be out of my apartment by sunday night, so the next few days are going to be spent packing everything up, getting things sorted out. then, in a couple weeks, i’m moving to a different state. i might have time between leaving my apartment and leaving for MS to do replies but i can’t make any promises, because i don’t know exactly what will happen. but i’m going to do my best to keep up with you guys.

the latest i will be back is tentatively may 15th, but i’m pretty sure you guys will see me around before then for the occasional reply! do note i won’t be dropping any threads unless my partner wants to.

i will still be responding to IMs, and if you want to keep in contact with me while i’m away, you can hmu there or ask for my discord.

for my own reference when i return, the starters i owe are under the cut:

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Random DnD Worldbuilding
  • Male tieflings wearing skirts because having custom pants tailored to accommodate their tails is too much of a hassle
  • Firefighter clerics, wizards, and druids
  • (and the apologetic sorcerer that probably started the fire by mistake)
  • Young, forty-something dwarves joining druid circles and protesting the damage their clan mining does on the environment
  • Everyone gives up trying to categorize sexuality when a half-elf can bring their cute dragonborn boyfriend home to meet their family
  • Human kids having an awesome bearded dwarf vodka-aunt that adventured with a great-grandparent decades ago and gives the best presents
  • Ok but there are several disciplines of magic that let you bring people back from the dead wtf
  • Young punk elves barely in their 80s but yelling at humans “Check yourself knave I made out with your grandma before she even had your Da.”
  • Wizards for Familiar Rights
  • Spellcasters using ‘alter self’ and switch genders at will
  • A giant half-Orc mom adopting street kids and giving them shoulder rides
  • A normal human whose sibling was born a tiefling beating up village kids who mistreat them
  • Integrated cities made to accommodate smaller folk like halflings and gnomes
  • Would alchemists be the ones to concoct magic medications for psych disorders? Are divination clerics and wizards psychologists?
  • Convoluted age laws because a half-orc is an adult at 15 but an elf isn’t considered of-age until their first century.
  • Maybe democracies aren’t a thing in Faerûn because all you’d need is a few necromancers to literally have dead people voting
  • Bard rock bands

Paladin Swap → Pidge as the red paladin 

The red lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master. It’s faster and more agile than the others, but also more unstable. It’s pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instinct than skill alone. 

Authors in all genres...please, if your characters are going to use guns...

1. Learn the difference between a clip and a magazine. It’s one thing if an inexperienced layman mixes them up, but if your otherwise reliable and highly trained special agent secret squirrel assassinator refers to a magazine as a clip, I will look at them *most* askance.

2. It’s a suppressor, not a silencer. Hollywood lied to you.

3. Your character is not going to fire a weapon, then immediately jam it into the front of his waistband so he can make his getaway. I mean, okay, he might, but there will be significantly more askanceness from me if he doesn’t immediately howl in pain after savagely burning his manbits with the still-hot muzzle.

4. A bullet hole that doesn’t pierce a major organ is not a minor injury. Even a through-and-through that misses all the arteries and shit is still going to ruin dudebro’s plans for at least a few weeks, if not months. Hollywood lied to you.

5. And… well, the bottom line is that Hollywood lied to you. When it comes to firearms, if you saw it in a movie, it’s probably bullshit.

That is all.

i’m sure people have talked about it before but the potential for hilarity with a fake ah crew gavin who doesn’t know how to drive is so great to me

like maybe they’re in the middle of a heist and gavin and michael are paired off to cause mayhem somewhere, and they need to make a quick getaway but michael managed to smash up his glasses somehow (fuckin’ knew i should’ve worn contacts goddammit) so he tosses gavin the keys like “i can’t see shit, you gotta drive”

and gavin looks at michael, wide-eyed, and says, “well, i don’t know how.”


they manage to make it back, michael driving and gavin yelping in terror every seven seconds, that’s a tree, that’s a tREE, michael, michael(YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW YOU DON’T GET TO COMPLAIN SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP)

and then michael collects the crew and points at gavin like “somebody better fuckin’ do something about this.”

jack sighs and hauls gavin out the door by his arm. they return less than an hour later. gavin looks sheepish. jack looks haunted. 

“what happened?”

“we went to an empty parking lot so he could practice. like three acres of empty space.”


“he managed to find and crash into every single fucking light pole. every single one. my car looks like it rolled down fucking mount chiliad.”

ryan shrugs and stands up and drags gavin back out to that same parking lot in his own car, gavin protesting the entire time. he gets gavin behind the wheel and then pulls a handgun out of his jacket and points it at gavin’s right knee.

“hit anything with my car and i shoot you. and then i’ll shoot you again for getting blood on the upholstery,” he says, talking over gavin’s yell of alarm. (gavin would argue with that logic but, well, ryan’s armed and he isn’t.)

it totally works. nobody can figure out why gavin always looks so stiff while he’s driving, though. keeps his hands at ten and two come hell or high water. ryan is quietly smug.

Dianne Bentley saved receipts, helped take down her cheating governor husband.

The text copy, of course, leaves out all pics and formatting, (not to mention being unnecessarily laborious and time-wasting) but you can google a sentence or two to find the source (mic.com).

“When male politicians do shitty things, their wives are generally expected to stand quietly and supportively behind them, in press conferences and in life.

Not Dianne Bentley, though.

According to Business Insider, when she discovered that her husband, Alabama Gov. Robert Bentley, was having an affair, she set the sabotage machine in motion that ultimately brought him down.

The governor resigned Monday as evidence mounted that he had violated a number of campaign finance and state ethics laws in pursuit of an extramarital relationship with his adviser Rebekah Mason. That the Alabama House Ethics Committee amassed so much evidence in the first place is thanks in no small part to Dianne Bentley, who saves receipts.

According to the impeachment report, the Alabaman first lady first sensed something was going on between her husband and Mason in September 2013. At the time, Mason had not yet moved to Montgomery and was living in the governor’s mansion pool house. She was also, Bentley noticed, aggressively texting the governor during off hours and for non-gubernatorial business. But Bentley didn’t get concrete proof until February 2014, when she and the governor attended a National Governor’s Association in Washington, D.C. Mason came along, and Bentley saw her texting flirtatiously with the governor at the dinner table one night.

"I can’t take my eyes off of you,” the governor texted Mason, in full view of his wife, according to the report.

In spring of 2014, the governor made a few unambiguous fumbles that blew his cover. Once, he texted his wife to say, “I love you Rebekah.” He also gave her his state-issued iPad, apparently oblivious to the fact that it was synced with his state-issued iPhone and that any texts he might send from that phone would be accessible on the iPad.

Dianne Bentley watched her husband call Mason “sweetheart” and overheard the pair discussing the governor’s “Private Rebekah phone” and speak of making an escape together. Mason apparently called the governor a “handsome wonderful amazing funny sweet man,” to which he responded, “You are wonderful my sweet love.”

Bentley’s wife took screenshots of it all, which can be viewed here.

She also obtained audio evidence. In March 2014, according to the report, she turned on her phone’s recorder, dropped it into her handbag and told her husband she was taking a “long walk on the beach.” She left her purse behind, and within one minute, the governor and Mason were chatting on the phone. Their conversation eventually took a turn from business to Mason’s breasts.

Dianne Bentley filed for divorce in 2015 and handed over her evidence to the ethics committee in 2016. Taken together with accounts from staffers on both sides, who attested to threats and the misuse of state money in an effort to sustain the affair but keep it secret, it paints a very clear picture. The governor pleaded guilty to two misdemeanor charges on Monday, and will never again run for or occupy public office.

And that’s why you always save receipts.“