it's also a horrible picture of me

Pride

This month I went to my cities pride parade.

I’m ace. Questioning aro.

This is where I belong.


They sold many large flags (intended to be just that - flags, but many people wore them as capes). They sold the rainbow, the lipstick lesbian flag, the bi flag, the pan flag, the trans flag, the nonbinary flag and the ace Flag. They flew it up with the rest.

If ace exclusionists get you down just remember that. The ace flag with all the main flags. It was actually so popular last year that when I went to the stall (quite earlier, mind you) that sold them they were out. They were fully stock this year and I got my ace flag cape. Here is a picture:

(excuse the black blob that is my dog in the corner, and the horrible sofa. its not mine)

I wore it as a cape, I intended to wear it outside pride if possible. Maybe just inside my house while I listen to music.

The vendor himself also said to me: ‘If you don’t see your flag here, I probably have it.’ 

I should have asked him if he had the aromantic flag but I did not. My heart was hammering in my chest as I finally got my ace pride flag that I did not think not ask.

It’s a beautiful flag, don’t you think? It waved in the wind of the day as magnificent as any cape. Waving proudly as the flag it was.


I stood with my friends and for the first time I had attended pride, I stood and watched the parade go by. I had not done it before because of my aversion to crowds when I’m alone. But this year I felt so powerful standing with my friends (one of whom came from a different city to be with me for the event) - cheering on the floats and the people that marched in it. I’ve never felt so much genuine happiness in my entire life.

We are here. The asexuals and aromantics. We belong.

Ace exclusionists are such a tiny minority, most of them children who don’t understand that we’ve been accepted but found us an acceptable target with their hate.

We’re here. We’re queer. Get used to it.

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON THAT FLUFF CHAPTER BUT NOOOOOOO, YOU GUYS WANTED FUCKING WHITE HAT //DIES
(jk though the fluff chappy is on its way too eventually, this didn’t take me long)

As I mentioned before in the tags, this snippet doesn’t actually encompass the extent of how horrid WH is (in fact, it’s actually rather mild) as I really don’t know how to translate his horribleness to you without spoiling the whole thing, so uh. Here you go for now. (And on another note, this fic’s going to take a bit of setup with some other fics I’m working on, so it’s not going to be posted for quite a while)

(this is also going off that cool theory that BH can see out of pictures of himself sagdfhjkllhgf)

(You get a long snippet because it is a very long fic and won’t be posted in quite a while (this is also very rough and unpolished so sadfgdgh just ignore me))

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To hear a knock on the door wasn’t unusual.

Well, unless there were no clients scheduled for that day. Then you had to be wary.

There were three delicate little taps. If door knocks could sound sophisticated, this was a perfect example.

Hell, Flug just happened to be passing by, blueprints under his arm. He wouldn’t have even heard it if he weren’t just on his way to the lab. The doctor’s head tilted slightly at the noise, then he gave the door a puzzled frown. That’s….. odd.

He approached slowly, contemplating whether or not he should set the blueprints aside and have his attack ray at the ready…. just to be safe, that’s exactly what he did. One hand held inside his labcoat and gripping the concealed weapon, Flug slowly opened the door. “Um… Hel-?”

His jaw dropped before he could even finish the greeting, eyes widening with confusion and shock.

The man that stood outside wore an outfit nearly identical to Black Hat’s, albeit the colors were reversed, and his skin was a much lighter grey, as well as having an oval-shaped monocle covering his right eye as opposed to Black Hat’s circular left. Instead of a tie, he wore an old-fashioned steinkirk cravat with a blue-gemmed brooch pinned in the middle, identical to the gem at the top of that marble-looking scepter in his hand. And were those fucking swan feathers in his hat? Who the hell is this eccentrically dressed doppelganger?

The man shot Flug an overly cheery grin, baring pointed fangs that would’ve been perfectly white if not for that bluish tint. “Ah, hello, my good man! Top of the morning to you!” He bowed slightly and removed his hat in greeting, revealing a smaller hat underneath. “Do tell me, is Black Hat around? I was dearly hoping to see him today!”

“….. Uhhh…….” Flug found himself unable to come up with a response, momentarily struck dumb. A million questions flooded into his mind. Who is this guy? What is he doing here? Is he dangerous? Why does he look so much like Black Hat? How do they know each other? Why has Flug never heard of him before? So many unanswered questions.

“Left you speechless already, have I?” The man chuckled, taking a step closer. Flug’s grip on his gun tightened in response. That was an exact phrase he’s heard from Black Hat. Was that coincidental?

Not taking his eyes off the stranger for even a second, Flug stepped back, calling down the hall, “Mr.Black Hat?”

“What is it, doctor?” Came the distant response from Black Hat’s office.

Flug watched the stranger carefully as Black Hat’s voice became heard, and he did not like the way his expression twitched upon hearing him. It was just a momentary slip, but something tells the scientist these two aren’t exactly friends…. “There’s… uh…. someone here to see you….”

“What?” He must’ve poked his head out the door, because his voice was somewhat closer now, and the hint of suspicion in his tone became clear. “Who? I wasn’t aware of any meetings booked.”

“I, um, don’t know who….”

The click of shoes could be heard as Black Hat made his way down the hall, and the stranger stood taller in anticipation, probably oblivious to how fucking smug he looked, Flug figured, frowning.

The first thing Black Hat saw was Flug’s guarded stance, taking immediate notice of how he looked ready to whip out a weapon at a moment’s notice. Wasting no time in striding to the doctor’s side, his suspicious glare turned to the source of Flug’s wariness. “Who–”

His entire body went stiff. The first look on his face was one of utter shock, before twisting into a look of anger, fangs baring in a hostile snarl. “White Hat.”

“How do you do, my friend!” White Hat chirped, tipping his hat again. “It’s been far too lon–”

SLAM!

“…….. Rude.” He commented to himself, face inches from the now-closed door.

“Sir….?” Flug said quietly, more confused than ever. “What was that about….?”

Black Hat was fuming. There was literally smoke swirling around him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. “That… That thing…. has the audacity to show its face around here–! What could it possibly want–!?”

There was a polite little couple of knocks, and the demon looked about ready to laser-vision the door to a crisp. With great disgust in every movement, he actually opened the door, much to Flug’s surprise.

“Hello again!” Came the cheery voice. “Going to actually let me talk this time or–”

SLAM!

“…. Why did you open it again if you were just going to-?” Flug’s cut his question off when more knocks came, and Black Hat held up a finger signalling for him to wait as he turned to open the door once more.

“Did you really just open the door to slam it in my face again?” White Hat questioned, arms crossed and foot tapping, unimpressed.

“Why yes, yes I did.” Black Hat replied with a shit-eating grin. “Far more satisfying the second time, let me tell you.”

“Well.” The second eldritch said, tapping his scepter on the ground and leaning back, returning to that irritatingly smug expression. “If you’re done playing games, I would like to take a gander at some of your fine merchandise.”

“Our merchandise.” Black Hat repeated, skepticism written all over his features.

The doppelganger seemed to anticipate his suspicion. His grin widened. “But of course! You are the best of the best, aren’t you? I would expect nothing less.”

“We don’t sell to heroes.”

Hero? Flug almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was tempted to interrupt, ask for an explanation, but something made him bite his tongue. He wanted to see where this would go.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your typical hero now, then is it?” White Hat went on, persistent. He took a step closer, Black Hat pulling the door inward slightly in suspicious response. “Now, how would it look from a professional standpoint if you turned a customer such as myself, hmm?”

“I have no qualms about turning away such trash, actually.”

“Oh, but I–”

SLAM!

……… ……….. ………..

“What a child….” White Hat commented judgingly under his breath. Once more, he knocked.

Sigh. He’s not going to give up so easily. That much, Black Hat absolutely knew.

“Sir….?” Flug said hesitantly, stepping towards the obviously-frustrated demon glaring at the door. “Shouldn’t we just ignore him now….?”

Black Hat took a deep breath. “……. It’s not that simple.”

There was another knock, and Flug’s boss groaned in frustration.

“Let me guess.” The lighter eldritch said in a flat tone as the door finally opened just a smidge, “More satisfying the third time?”

Immensely so.” Black Hat grinned hatefully from the crack in the door. “Which means you should realize that you are not welcome here.”

Before the demon could close the door one final time, White Hat stopped it with his hand.

“Tut tut, don’t be that way.” White Hat’s voice took on a new level of eerie hostility, as did his face, though both still held their dominantly ‘polite’ tones. He leaned in as close as he could, staring Black Hat directly in the eyes. “I’m being generously civil as of this moment, my dear Black Hat. But I have a limit to my patience too, you know.”

When all he got in response was that mistrustful narrow-of-the-eyes, White Hat’s grin grew impossibly larger. “Just let me in, Blackie.” He continued. “Surely it would be better than the alternative. Our little spats can get so dreadfully tiresome, after all, and surely you wouldn’t want to damage this absolutely wonderful house!” He accented the comment with a wave of his arms, patronizingly admiring the building aesthetic. “I am not leaving until I get what any other customer would get, and if I have to resort to violence, I can’t guarantee that there wouldn’t be any….” His visible eye flicked back to Black Hat. “…. casualties.”

There was a dangerous flash in the darker demon’s eyes. One that almost seemed intent on cutting the other’s throat.

….. But are the repercussions worth it? He certainly doesn’t want to start anything here of all places.

He almost glanced back at Flug, but stopped himself as to not tip off White Hat. The villain bit his tongue in frustration.

“……… You are here to browse our products?” He said finally, voice low and eyes narrowing to slits. “Nothing more?”

“But of course! What more would I possibly need from you?” White Hat chirped, all too happy with himself and twirling his scepter in hand.

“……………. What more, indeed………” Black Hat growled under his breath. Reluctantly, he stepped back and pulled the door all the way open so his counterpart could enter. Aside from Flug’s jaw hitting the floor in shock, the doctor remained deathly silent.

This can’t be good.

“So!” White Hat chirped again, almost bouncing in his tracks as he strode inside like he owned the place. His gaze flicked to every picture, every piece of furniture, every detail he could soak up in as little time as possible. He then clicked a heel and gracefully spun around to face Black Hat and his scientist. “Where might you keep your best products?”

Black Hat snorted. “Have a little patience, will you. I need a word with my employee first.” He added under his breath, “You did come in uninvited after all….” With that, he led Flug down one of their many hallways, leaving White to mingle in the entryway.

Flug’s confusion was ever growing.

“Oookay, Mr.Black Hat….” He whispered as he was being ushered just out of the other demon’s sight, Black Hat glancing around the corner one more time to make sure White stayed put. The lighter eldritch had taken to 'admiring’ one of Black Hat’s self-portraits. Good. Whether or not he knew Black Hat could see out of the image’s eyes was uncertain, but as long as the villain could keep tabs on him, he felt somewhat calmer. “W-What is going on?”

The doctor’s inquiry grabbed his attention. With a frustrated sigh, he faced him. “Look. I cannot explain everything to you right now. But that thing…..” He made a vague gesture in White Hat’s general direction, “Whatever it says it’s here for, it’s not here for that.”

Black Hat caught glimpse from the portrait of White Hat waving at it, indicating awareness of the little 'spying’ trick. The supervillain could only groan again in his annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose area. “Flug, we must be careful.”

“Are you saying he might attack…?” Flug asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly.

“Ehhh….. I don’t think so……. Not now, at least……” Black Hat grumbled, casting wary glances down the hall. “Not its style to strike right away….. but I want you to have this, just in case.” Reaching into his coat, Black Hat pulled out a pocket-size standard picture of himself and handed it to Flug.

“Charming, but I already have one in my wallet.” Flug joked as he took the photo.

“Just…. Keep it out of sight, but somewhere you can easily pull it out should you need me and I’m for any reason not nearby.” He looked down, and his voice lowered darkly. “I… I would just feel far better if I know I can keep an eye on you…”

Flug was about to make some joke about Black Hat worrying too much, but judging from that look on his face, maybe now wasn’t the best time…. “…. Okay.” The scientist said quietly, slipping the picture into his pocket.

With a slow nod, that seemed to make the demon slightly more at ease. “Good.” Turning again to head back towards that pain in the neck, Black Hat said, “We’d best not keep it waiting. The sooner this is over with, the better…..”

“So this lab of yours…” White Hat chatted as they walked, Black Hat placed firmly between him and the scientist he was speaking to, “… you keep your inventions there?”

“J-Just a small assortment of our better-selling ones, to have handy for customers looking for our best works. Like yourself.” Flug replied, keeping his tone as polite and professional as he could. “Y-You did say you didn’t want anything big, right?”

“Yes yes, just looking for something small and easily portable.” White Hat smiled back. “I’m sure I’ll have a better idea of what I want when I see the selection.”

“Ah, right….”

“And what of you, friend?” The creature chirped, suddenly slinging an arm around Black Hat’s shoulders. “You’ve been awful quiet!”

At the contact, Black Hat went completely rigid for a split second before giving a fierce growl and pushing his arm away. “I have nothing to say to you.” He snarled, “I just want you in and out of here as quickly as pos–”

“Black Hat?”

Demencia’s voice cut through one of the hallway intercoms, quieting the trio. “We’ve got a few customers here demanding to see you. Something about a product you sold them not working properly or malfunctioning or something? I know you usually like to be the one to handle stuff involving company guarantees, sooo…..”

Black Hat was dead silent for a full ten seconds at least. Slowly, he turned to White Hat. “When this day started, we were supposed to get no guests today.” He spoke quietly and suspiciously, eyes narrowing, “Now we have two unexpected visitors  dropping by mere tens of minutes between each other. Why do I have the sneaking feeling that you have something to do with this supposed 'malfunction’?”

Me?” White Hat chided, acting confused. “How am I to know? You’ve never been good with feelings, dear friend.”

At this point Black Hat looked about ready to sever this guy’s head from his body. But before he could get another word in, Demencia spoke up once more. “I’m still here, you know.”

Again, the demon hesitated, eyes locked onto White Hat. “…….”

“You’d best go deal with that.” White Hat smiled, looking ever-so-innocent. “Breaking guarantees on big-name products like yours must be a pretty big deal, after all. I’m sure your fine doctor can assist me on his own.”

It is a big deal. Their products have a 99% success rate. So what are the chances of one failing on the same day White Hat just happens to drop by?

Once again, he hesitated. It would be important to see these unsatisfied customers right away, but…

The villain glanced at Flug warily.

“It’s okay,” He said, playing it off as casual while also very subtly patting his pocket. “I can finish up helping this one. You’d better go sort that out.”

“…………………… Fine.” Black Hat growled reluctantly, stepping back. Casting White Hat a pointed glance, he snapped sharply, “I will be back as soon as possible.” With that, the demon was off in a puff of smoke. He didn’t like this one bit.

Flug watched him go, nodding, then turned his attention to White Hat. Admittedly, with Black Hat suddenly gone, the unease that came with this mystery figure suddenly felt far more apparent, but the doctor at least managed to conceal that well enough. Straightening his back, he gave another polite smile. “Well, my lab’s only a few more doors down. Just follow me.”

—-

“As you can see, we’ve got quite a fine selection to choose from.”

Flug had laid out a series of small, intricately-designed devices on one of the lab tables to display for White Hat. A Liquiflux, disintegration ray, smoke bombs, all sorts of things.  The eldritch had been looking over each one thoughtfully, picking one up, examining it, then placing it down to see another one while Flug described each one.

“I specialize in handrays of sorts, one of our most recent big successes being the gravitational distortion ray…” Flug explained, gesturing to the device in question, “Of course, most of our merchandise is, uh, villain-oriented, b-but I’m sure you could find something for whatever suits y-your needs, and–”

“You’re quite passionate about your work, aren’t you?” White Hat spoke up suddenly as he examined one of the smoke bombs.

“…. U-Um. Yes?” Wouldn’t that be kind of obvious?

“It really shows.” White Hat cast him a fanged grin. “Your inventions are really quite impressive.”

“Ah, t-thank you…”

White Hat looked the doctor up and down. Time to do some reactionary experimenting.

“You really should expand your horizons. It’s a shame all that brilliance is confined to this one little company.”

Flug could feel his muscles tense. He had to fight to keep himself from fidgeting with his fingers. “I-I, um, I like where I’m at. If you, uh, if you wanted to talk about the products–”

“What are you doing after work?”

“….. S-Sir?”

White Hat stepped forward, giving him a devilish grin. “Perhaps you would let me take you out to dinner. We could talk more about science, business, whatever you want… Maybe I could even offer you a position among my own ranks. I would be blessed to have you.” That last part was added with a wink.

Now the scientist felt a spark of annoyance, on top of surprise. Is he serious? What kind of a person just asks something like that out of the blue so randomly?

Flug immediately stepped back in response to White Hat’s advance. “With all due respect, I do not fraternize with customers.”

“But you fraternize with employers, now don’t you?”

At that, the doctor’s whole body stiffened. Eyes narrowing, he took another step back and looked away, gaze falling onto the inventions displayed on the table. “If you are not interested in discussing the merchandise, then I must ask you to get out of my lab.”

White Hat only became more pleased with each passing second. He found he was quite enjoying poking at the doctor’s nerves. “Oh, but I’m very interested in the merchandise. As such, you can’t even imagine how fascinated I must be with the brilliant mind behind it all.”

The demon drew closer, a strange look in his eyes that made Flug feel all that much more uneasy. “Blackie made a smart move, recruiting you.”

When White Hat reached out a hand to lightly feel Flug’s bag, the doctor completely froze. Reacting almost immediately, he batted the other’s arm away in a heartbeat.

Okay. If this guy is anything like Black Hat, Flug knew he wouldn’t stand a chance if this turned into a physical confrontation.

But he knew one invention that might be a saving grace.

“My, my.” White Hat chuckled, voice like silk. “So he has a bit of fire after all.”

White Hat made another move towards him, and Flug reacted as quickly as he possibly could, reaching for the Liquiflux on the table.

Not quick enough.

This creature’s reflexes were lightning fast, and he slammed his hand down on Flug’s before it could reach its target.

“White Hat. Let go of me.” Flug demanded, glaring at the eldritch pinning his arm down. He hoped the other couldn’t smell fear like Black Hat could, nor hear the pounding of his heart as panic started to grip him with icy claws. But most of all, Flug hoped the demon had not noticed his free hand subtly slipping into his pocket and pulling out a small photo.

“Now now, you’re not being reasonable.” White Hat purred with amusement, “I was just having a friendly talk, is all. You were the one reaching for a weapo–”

He halted his statement when he felt knife-like claws gripping his shoulder.

“Weren’t you just leaving, White Hat?” Black Hat’s harsh voice asked, a rhetorical question of course, and with a very strained grin that clearly portrayed his strong desire to tear his counterpart to shreds.

White Hat glanced over his shoulder. Black Hat almost seemed to be shaking with rage. How hilarious.

Now’s not the time to provoke him, though. That can wait till later - this is just a test run, after all.

“Ah, yes.” The lighter demon said, brushing the furious villain’s hand off his shoulder like dust and letting go of Flug in the process, Black Hat immediately positioning himself between them. “In fact, your doctor was just showing me what I should purchase.” He reached for the Liquiflux, exchanging it for a rather large wad of cash that had been concealed in his coat, then handed the money to Black Hat with a grin. “This should be more than enough to suffice.”

Smack!

Black Hat knocked the money right out of his hand and onto the floor, bristling with rage. “Just get out.

One glance at the scattered bills. One glance at Flug. One glance at Black Hat. “…… As you wish.” He replied smoothly. “Thank you for your services.”

At that, the lighter eldritch finally took his leave. Out the window in a form of cloud-like smoke, mind you. What’s with eldritch demons and the smoke thing?

Black Hat took a long, tense deep breath in, exhaling just as slowly as he tried to keep his rage in check. Very slowly still, he turned to Flug, glancing at his arm. “Did it hurt you?”

“Ah, no– W-Well, I mean, not badly–”

Flug stopped mumbling as his boss carefully took his arm, rolling up the sleeves to see the dark bruises his counterpart left behind. The demon shivered as he again pushed down the urge to completely rage.

“…..Black Hat…..” The scientist said softly, concerned. “….. Who– What exactly was that?”

“………… It’s a long story.” Black Hat growled quietly, eyes narrowing. “They never should have called upon a demon to do a hero’s work.”

undertale? in this day and age? its more likely than u think

nah but i was scrolling thru old pictures and stuff and saw that this wasn’t completely horrible so like why not make it digital? also theres a lot of people who followed me for undertale so like check it! i didn’t forget about u guys!

um

hello my name is jordan or pent and im doing emergency commissions for my leopard gecko

he has very bad mouth rot and refuses to eat, i would add pictures but my phone refuses to take pictures and i wouldnt even know how to add them but the rot is big and you can tell it hurts him a lot

i asked my mom if she could help me, but she refused and wont take him to get proper meds to help him

so ive decided that i will make up the money to help him myself by opening commissions

i can also do short animation loops like thisss it would be about 7$ and one character onlyy

its a horrible sheet, buts its midnight and im extremely tired from having a brakedown about this im sorry about any mistakes

things i will do-

  • gore
  • some furries
  • ocs
  • some fandoms
  • some ships

things i wont do-

  • porn
  • oc x canon

my gmail is coffeespookk@gmail.com and my paypal is thedoodlist204@gmail.com

i draw my art on a fucking 3ds and i barely know anything about art and shit so please be aware of that 

please please reblog this if you can i know this post is all over the place but im desperate and really dont want my leopard gecko dying

highlights of my trip in cebu

- every time i see a dog i just stop and keep on yelling “DOG DOG !! ILU DOG!! GOD BLESS U”

- whenever i go to my cousins’ house and i see dogs i immediately pet them (one got angry at me and started barking lmao)

- i asked @sebsat-an for some memes and he sent me horrible pictures of markiplier

- this 


- I BOUGHT ANTI-RAD GLASSES BINCHES

- I TASTED FROZEN YOGURT FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I SWEAR I CRIED ITS SO GOOD

- whenever a kid passes by i whisper ‘hey kid,,, want some illegal memes,,’

- also i had a hard time sleeping while i was on the boat bec im scared n weak

- me always asking if theres wifi 

- me always asking for food

thats all ig??? lmao

anonymous asked:

Hi please don't ignore me I need help this user on Google plus Ryan Pratt is stealing art like alot including loud house art and he's so horrible he legit stole box art for a doll from monster high and didn't even get the name right I can't find the real artist to help them and aware them please help me find me them and aware other loud house fans who make art I beg you its a getting ridiculous

Hi there! So I looked this guy up, and turns out he has been stealing A LOT of art, and claiming it as his. He’s also stolen pictures of girls and saying that it’s him. I took some screenshots to show you guys. (I’m going to put it under a read more though so it doesn’t get really big)

If you are an artist and you draw My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Star vs the Forces of Evil, Pokemon, Monster High, The Loud House, or Teen Titans, then this guy might have reposted your art and claimed it as his. So I suggest you check out his account and report him.

Even if you’re not an artist, please go report this guy.


(This isn’t even fan art. This is the box art of a doll, and it’s not even Draculaura)

I think that’s enough. I looked through this guy’s page and he has stolen art for more fandoms as well, but the ones listed are the main ones.

Anyway please go report this guy! Art theft is never okay!!

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“That gives you a reason to live, just like that human, right?”

As i was re-watching episode 15, i realized that AngraMainyu!Iri was referring to Shirou with that line, which made me realize what a horribly clever parallel the new fate stay night anime has created with this scene in Illya’s flashback. under the cut because this got a little long for a picture post.

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Greatest moments of college this year (so far)...

Elderly bald English professor rant/yelling: “WHY DO THEY KILL OFF ALL MY FAVORITE GAME OF THRONES CHARACTERS?!?! AH IM SO UPSET ALL THE TIME” 

 - Same elderly bald English professor: “I mean if I’m gonna describe myself to people in a chatroom online I make myself sound like i look like Thor…”

Art History professor rant/yelling: “GENDER ISN’T REeAaLlLL, CHRISTIAN EUROPEANS MADE IT UPPPP!!” 

Middled aged Hawaiian Math professor: *makes joke about marriage being a horrible trap* *class laughs* “WAIT nooo im just kidding guys I promise! my wife is soO beautiful, let me show you a picture, she is the best!!” *puts phone w/ lockscreen of wife on the doc cam* 

Soft spoken nutrition teacher: “So Dairy is a main food group, so drink milk.. *tiny aside whisper* I mean i don’t like milk so i don’t drink it, *continues on in normal voice* but you should its healthy!”

Hello everyone, it is I, Ereribell, posting my first piece of art for this blog. And of course its ereri with puppybrateren’s Mer!Levi… i cant not draw these two constantly. its an obsession now. what have you done to me.

also i based this picture off of this one :3 i thought it was so cute-

anonymous asked:

I think it depends on the type of gore? I like gore, but guro and ryona bother me. Like, I don't mind splatter films(where violence happens for shock value/horror/action scenes), but if it's portrayed with romantic/erotic subtext then I'm out.

I dont like erotic gore and I hate slashers but pastel gore, where its a nicely drawn, very pale image where someone is injured slightly intrigues me for some reason?? I’m so/so on guro, most of it is too dark (in terms of color palette and content) for my taste. I really like the images where things are neatly chopped up, like legs and whatnot. Its morbid I know.
Also the pictures where the person is bleeding but it isn’t red? Like pastel blue or pinks are interesting to me. Its a different take on something horrible I guess

This is the first picture ever uploaded to the World Wide Web. 

It features an all-female parody pop band founded by employees at the CERN laboratory. They share their initials with CERN’s Large Hadron Collider. The band’s first song, written founding member and CERN graphic designer Michele de Gennaro, was about her difficult love affair with a CERN physicist:

I gave you a golden ring to show you my love
You went to stick it in a printed circuit
To fix a voltage leak in your collector
You plug my feelings into your detector
You never spend your nights with me
You don’t go out with other girls either
You only love your collider
Your collider.

In 1992, a picture of Les Horribles Cernettes earned its place in the history books. Member Silvano de Gennaro explains:

Back in 1992, after their show at the CERN Hardronic Festival, my colleague Tim Berners-Lee  asked me for a few scanned photos of “the CERN girls” to publish them on some sort of information system he had just invented, called the “World Wide Web”. 

This is also, fittingly, the first picture tweeted from Skunk Bear’s new account @NPRSkunkBear.

anonymous asked:

i'm being kicked in the butt atm by a plethora of mental and eating disorders and therapy hasn't worked for me and i've no access to meds and the only thing that remotely keeps me limping through everyday of school shit and exams is your art. so... this is basically a thank you for your art and the feelings you project into it all that resonate to a super duper level with me & anything that makes me feel just a little bit better helps alot atm. keep on being wonderful & making wonderful things!

man, that is the roughest load of shit I am so sorry you’re having to go through it. I was just trying to do some writing about experiences with eating disorders and even describing what it’s like is making me want to hurl myself at a wall, so a serious fucking well done to you for continuing to exist and get yer school bits done whilst that is happening. I am SO so so a thousand times glad my art is helpful, that’s brilliant to hear and I love being able to share it. Thank you for writin to me and I’m sending hugs and love to you lil bean. Also here’s a picture of a fish with breasts saying ‘why’ because I don’t really know, but I think it’ll probably work out in the end


anonymous asked:

He/Him, emphasizes boobs, dresses like a female prostitute half the time, "but MUH DYSPHORIA DOESN'T HAVE TO EXIST" gross

me actually: is non-binary and knows that pronouns aren’t the same thing as gender, has constant dysphoria surrounding my chest and has to have a binder/big sweatshirt/scarf to cover them when I’m in public unless I’m in costume, has nothing against sex workers and know that wearing things that make me feel cute isn’t shameful and that slut shaming is crummy, and HAS dysphoria, but knows that isn’t a requirement to be trans because it isn’t.

honestly, trying to police peoples gender and presentation is stupid in the first place, but when you come at a non-binary person it’s just like…do you even know what that means?? Non-binary is just someone whos experience of self doesn’t line up with the expected cis existence. There is no wrong way to be non-binary. Also I’ve been doing a lot to try to and experiment with my gender, because nothing has been making me comfortable and I’m confused, and thats okay. What ISN’T okay is not giving people room to try new things to help find themself. Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps when people don’t line up with what you expect them to look like, its because they’re trying something new? I’ve been putting up picture of myself with more of my chest visible to see if I can let people see me like that without having horrible anxiety. Seriously, the hypocrisy that goes with criticising people for their gender presentation and condemning them for experimenting with new things is ridiculous.

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Round 2: hustler happy hour

things that happened:

- i told alex missing you felt like a hug from him and it came at just the right moment in my life because i was doing horrible and he smiled and hugged me

-i told jack my name (gillian) and he went “oh like jack and jill! ill never forget it!” and grabbed my hand and HELD it bye

-jack also told me he loved me

-rian talked to me about venues and i told him thanks for putting poppin’ on the setlist because its my favorite song

-when i saw alex again he said “nice to see you again love” and when i saw jack again he went ‘oh i know you! i saw your tattoo!’

-as i was going up to get my picture the manager almost hit me and i screamed and rian hugged me and went “watch out man!” and i cried a lil

best night of my entire life. i love them so much

Lee Pace script reading at Vassar College NY July 31, 2015

Hello everyone! I just arrived home from the play reading of “White Noise, White Light” that Lee Pace did at Vassar College and I must say, the reading was fantastic. All the actors were excellent. It was truly worth the trip.

The theater itself was very small. I was seated with my friend from twitter @DV8abit in the 6th row, towards the left (facing the stage) and my other friends were seated in the 7th row on the far right. We all arrived early and had some time to just hang out. While waiting, I saw Lee in the hall. I said “Hi!” with a smile and he smiled at me and said, “Oh hey! How are you?” then motioned to the door that he needed to get back in there. Sure enough, we were let in a few minutes later and found our seats.

Now one thing this place is not big on is being clear! The website listed 7:30pm as the start time but the lady on the phone told me it starts at 8pm. When I got there, I went to the Shiva theater box office as they told me to do on the phone, but the people hanging signs for the shows happening in the complex told me to go around to the box office in the front, where I met up with my online friends who were sitting in the lobby. They were told you had to wait until 7pm to get your tickets but when we checked again, they told us to go back around to where I was originally! Apparently one hand doesn’t know what the other is doing there. Once in the right place, they gave us the tickets and a playbill. Though I wasn’t looking at the time, it probably did begin at about 7:30pm after a very brief introduction. They didn’t mention anything about photography or video, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

As I’d predicted earlier this week, the actors were all in ordinary clothes and holding the scripts in binders. Lee’s character isn’t in the first act at all, so he sat in a chair and just followed along with the script. When an actor was up, they placed the binder on a stand, like a music stand and there was a microphone at each stand. Sadly, where I was sitting and where Lee was sitting was not great because there was a big microphone obscuring him from view. I saw him perfectly when he was at the podium though. Sadly, my iPad didn’t like the seat I was in either. Surrounding me, everything was very dark and everything on stage was comparatively bright, so you couldn’t make out faces or color properly. Luckily, thanks to @Xenomorph11 on instagram for sharing her excellent photos with me to use for this report.

After act 1 was over, there was a short intermission. Lee was in most of act 2. The play itself is very funny but also serious, too. Its like a tragedy laced with comedy, but then, real life can be like that, too. I have no idea if this play will go on to other theaters, but seeing the reading of it tonight was a privilege with Lee in it.

Lee played a character (ironically enough for me) called Tom. Writing up the plot of the play would be a whole other chapter so for the sake of time, I will skip that for now. Let’s call that Part 2 which I’ll write soon. Maybe Sunday night.

After the reading finished, the cast took their bows and headed to the back. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. Much of the audience were people over 60 and they filed out as soon as the show was over. I did notice a few Asian girls head towards the direction that Lee went. He reemerged from the back now wearing a black baseball cap. Me and @Dv8abit headed for his direction. It was my hope that she might meet him and get a photo, but there were quite a few people back there and Lee was in a rush. One of the girls I was with, (@Xenomorph11 on instagram) was getting her photo with him. He also signed her original artwork of Thranduil. As they were getting their photo, I aimed my iPad in their direction. My photo wasn’t horrible, but it was really dark there in that corner, so just like in May when I saw him at the internet seminar, the photos wouldn’t be fabulous due to the poor lighting. He did look up and see me and I said jokingly, “Its always too dark when I try to get a picture with you” and he nodded affirmatively and after one more try by one of the girls in the group to get a better shot, he said he had to leave and go meet his parents, (if they were there, I didn’t see them inside. I would have recognized them if I had). He was still surrounded by people and I said, “I brought a crowd” and he actually said “Thank you” with the most sincere look on his face. I waved good bye and we left and he left. So while I never got closer to him that a few feet away, I was happy. It was enough for me to exchange a few words and smiles and while i probably could have muscled my way to the front, I would never do that. I wanted to give the girls who were near him their chance. I’m sure I’ll see him at some event in the future again and I wouldn’t deprive another person of what might be their only chance to meet him. People have done that to me more than once with Chris Hemsworth, even with me standing their in FULL Lady Thor, holding a 10 lb hammer. I would never do that to someone else.

So all in all it was a great night, great show and it was so wonderful to meet some of my online friends for the first time. I had been told that other girls were going to be attending but I didn’t see anyone I knew and nobody came up to me. I do stand out in a crowd, but nobody said, “Hi Lady Loki!”. Anyway, the photos below are mostly from @Xenomorph11 on instagram. The playbill and ticket photo is from @Dv8abit and the photo I took of @Xenomorph11 is the last one.

I will be heading to bed soon and I will be at the Ren Faire both days this weekend. I will try to reply to you guys as soon as I can.

anonymous asked:

louis and his mom blocking briana update accounts is so fascinating to me. we shouldn't be living in this screwed-up reality where "briana update accounts" are a thing that is real, but through clever ingenuity, it's possible to use them as tools to broadcast the truth about babygate's veracity. the 1d boys have had to get so good at fighting back using the very framework of their horrible situation. it makes me so sad that they have to do it, but they are such impressive, smart, strong people.

The update accounts are curious to me.  The Briana ones in particular seem to say the most idiotic things about genetics, sex, reproduction, etc.  

Calling out Briana’s cousin for supposedly sending a picture and wanting it spread around also wasn’t the smartest decision.  The update account claims that it’s to prove how rude Ashley is for violating Briana’s wish of privacy, but how could they have not realized that exposing Ashley would work as evidence to debunk the baby?  It was a stupid move based on their belief and motivations.

We’ve had at least 4 separate Briana update accounts claiming they’ve been blocked by Harry, Louis, Johannah, and that Louis has left their group chats (I was never aware he was in them?).  If those accounts really believe Briana is pregnant with Louis’ child, I can’t see what they would gain from teaming up to lie about getting blocked.  Even if they wanted attention, again, you would think that they would realize it’s going to poke holes in babygate.

I almost feel like the update accounts could be plants.  The more ridiculous the people who believe in the baby act, the less credibility the baby being Louis’ has.  It wouldn’t be a bad move.  Then, if you had control of the accounts, when you were ready to start breaking the paternity story, you could have the update accounts start questioning the baby ahead of time as seeding.  You could also have them start announcing they were blocked to distance Louis from the baby.

It would be a clever move, but I’m not saying that’s what’s going on.  I’ve seen enough people doing completely illogical things against their own interest online that I can believe the update accounts just aren’t thinking any of it through.  It could be either and the update accounts being regular fans is the simpler explanation I suppose.