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My contribution to the humans are space orcs, it’s probably been seen before but oh well.

So, You guys know about pursuit/persistence hunting right? Where we just follow the prey without stopping until it slows down or drops dead from fear and exhaustion? 

What if when aliens first discover earth, the thoughts of these bipedal predatory omnivores are bad enough but we seem pretty obsessed with farming our food so maybe we aren’t much of a threat.

Once humans are zipping about in space, that’s when they realise that these harmless bipedal omnivorous farmers are actually hunters who just never give up.

If someone hurts their crew, they just follow it for days before killing it. These soft fleshy things are terrifying. These soft fleshy things may not be the strongest or fastest but we are some of the hardest damn things to kill because we just won’t die and if we survive we won’t stop until we get you

We farm things because we can and because it’s easy. Not because we have to in order to survive.

We farm things because we’re too busy fighting each other to hunt for everything.

We stake out areas, we mimic its noises, we stalk it, we put ourselves in danger to kill a food source for fun. 

Why is it against the law for a child to have sex, and yet anti-choicers want to force children to carry pregnancies? 

If children are not ready for sex (which they sure as hell are not) then they are most definitely not ready to carry a pregnancy. 

When it really comes to it, forced-birthers view not only grown pwu (people with uteruses) as incubators, but minor children as well. It’s dangerous and disgusting. 


—  A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two. Two is enough. (Matthew Stover)


Over excited monkey auditions for Project Runway. 


If you’re sitting there and you’re thinking that you’ve been criticized for what you stand for, the way that you act, the way that you dress, the way that you look, the way that you feel, even if you were the opposite of what you are there would be people telling you that that was wrong too. So when you’re having people, whether its people who don’t know you who don’t deserve to judge you anyway, people online can be bullies because they are allowed to be anonymous, people who dislike you because they are jealous of you or threatened by the fact that you’re unique, any of those people, even people who love you criticize you sometimes, but just know if you’re happy with the way that your life is that is the only thing that matters, do not change it.


What if we could risk
everything we have
and just let our walls cave in

INSTAGRAM: @SleepintheGardn uploaded a photo.

Here comes the sappy post. 

Phillip Matthew, you’re three years old today. That’s 1,095 days I’ve gotten to love you with all my heart. That’s 26,280 hours I’ve spent thinking, worrying, hoping, wanting everything in the world for you. Since the first minute I knew you were in my life, I have made sure I was going to be the best possible mommy for you I could be. Gone were the days of not taking care of myself. Gone were the moments when I wondered what my life’s purpose was. I knew it was to have you and to raise you to be a beautiful man. You’re still my little boy right now, but you’re getting older and older. Smarter and sillier and sassier and stronger. You may have been born prematurely but baby boy, you are a fighter. There hasn’t been a single moment in your life where you haven’t proven to me just how lucky I am that you’re mine. Your kindness is infinite. Your charm is magnetic. Your baby blues, your smile, and your laughter are the three keys to keeping me solid and sane. You are everything I ever wanted and so much more. I didn’t know what true love was until I looked into your eyes and felt your finger wrap around mine. My love for you is steadfast hope that never fades. I know you’re going to change the world one day. I know you’re going to bring light and peace and beauty to a world that desperately needs it. You’re going to do so many things and my faith in you will never fade.

The older you get, the more you might become embarrassed by my little acts of love - you’ll squirm away from me kissing your cheek, you’ll drop my hand when we’re crossing the street. You’ll yell, “Okay!” when I tell you I love you as you leave. That’s okay. That’s never going to change how I feel about you. My first born. My baby. My Philly. My prince. But you’re not that old yet and today, I’m going to fully soak in you wrapped around my legs and your insistence that Mommy sit by you and help you color.

Phillip Matthew, you are my world. I love you to the moon and back and a second time around. You will always be the best part of me I put out into this world. #phillyturnsthree

@keeoone, thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for him. He is your mini me and I’m so thankful that when I look at him, I see you too. Happy birthday as well to the beautiful man who raised the beautiful man whose love helped me create this munchkin and whose helping me raise our beautiful boy. I’m the luckiest woman/mother in the world. @supitskeegs

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anonymous asked:

angus reminds me of my little brother planet side so i like to hang out with him from time to time yesterday i did that got your nose trick because kids like that shit idk and he burst into tears and wouldnt stopfor like twenty minutes. i honestly dont know what i did wrong but im choosing to assume its the THB fault, everything always seems to come back to them anyway


Anon Request: Telling Riz you love him for the first time

“Know what I miss the most when I’m away?”

Keeping your eyes shut, you find that you are too exhausted to speak. Although you’ve slept for a minimum of two hours, it feels like thirty minutes.

Your entire body is on fire. You know part of it stems from the sun casting its rays directly onto the bed of your hotel room. You and Riz are tangled up together in the center of the bed, the blankets wrapped around you in a warm cocoon.

“Babe…” Letting his lips press against the tip of your nose, Riz released a soft breath as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to get closer.

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PoV Story: Snow is Falling
Tribe: Icewing
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Heterosexual
Age: 14 (Arc 1), 17 (Arc 2), 18 (Arc 0), 20 (End)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
RPG Classes: Bard, Trickster, Berserker
Favorite Quote: “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).”
Other Quotes:
- “I must say, it’s ice to finally meet you, your Majesty.”
- “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just here to provide comedy relief.”
- “Aren’t I just a special little Snow-drake!”
- “What, too many heat puns for ya? Eh, you know what, you’re probably right. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to just chill out for a while.”
- “Simmer down, Hot-Stuff, I’m just messing with you. Try not to kill me just yet, alright?”
- “I guess you could say you’re Press’d for time!
Key Character Traits:
Humor, Nonchalance, Wit, Charisma, Smugness.
Phobia(s): Nyctophobia, Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes).
Close Relations:
- Flurry (his mother), Tidepool (His lil’ bro), Cocoa (His cranky sis), and Valley (His big sis/other-mother), Peril (a friendly(?) rival).
- Sorrauul (his enemy from birth), Darkstalker (a fellow Proxy).
- Slate (unknown), Precipice (unknown), Dusty (unknown).
Shipped With*: Nobody. (crackshipped with Peril and Burn)
Talons of Peace, Skywing Army, Jade Mountain Academy (Arc 2).
Mental Conditions:
Anxiety, PTSD.
Physical Description:
Primary scale color is dull white/very light blue. Under-scale color is a slightly lighter shade of blue. Wing membrane color is white with dark shades of blue along the edges. All of his scales have dark-blue blood stains along the edges as a result of his “backfiring” technique. The bases of his horns and spines also have blue stains. His eye color is an eerie combination of standard Icewing black with dark-blue cornea. Snow keeps his serrated claws and extra spikes blunted so he doesn’t accidentally harm his friends. He gets random nosebleeds from time to time.
He wears a silver ring on his left horn as a gift from his mother, who wears a matching ring on her right horn.
Physical effects of Snow’s “backfiring” technique*: His repeated use of backfiring has rendered him almost completely immune to physical pain. This comes with a few drawbacks, though; Snow has a particularly fragile physique as a result of his backfiring, so he can be easily wounded if he isn’t utilizing it. However, if he is utilizing it, he becomes a practically unstoppable force, with his scales being hardened profusely by frozen droplets of his own blood. Said blood droplets also harden into razor-sharp points if they push up from under Snow’s scales. Finally, once Snow has begun backfiring, his scales will radiate hypothermic temperatures which will inflict frostbite on most attackers upon contact.
Snow can also use his hypothermic scales to combat both firebreath and firescales, like Peril’s.
Members of his Talon group (two months before Arc 1):
Group Leader: Mire (Mudwing) (58)
Flurry (Icewing) (53)
Geyser (Skywing) (30)
Valley (Sandwing) (18)
Cocoa (Mudwing) (14)
Snow (Icewing) (14)
Tidepool (Seawing) (13)

Snowdrift’s egg was smuggled away from the Ice Kingdom by his mother, Flurry, who wanted to escape the War of Succession to join the Talons of Peace after her mate had been killed in battle.
She made it safely to a Talons outpost, and, after explaining her predicament, was welcomed to join the ranks. Flurry felt confident her egg, and the dragonet inside of it, would be save from now on. She was wrong.
By an inconceivable stroke of luck, Flurry’s egg harbored the first Icewing Animus in five thousand years. As wonderful as this should have been, it would turn out to be a horrible misfortune, for the unborn dragon held massive reserves of magic as a result. This made him a beacon for the malicious Sorrauul, who’s ethereal consciousness encircled the world in search for the strongest descendants of his daughter, Majirra.
Two years after the Brightest Night, mere days before hatching, a fragment of Sorrauul assaulted the Icewing dragonet’s mind in an attempt to murder it’s consciousness and inhabit it’s body. It was a brutal cycle that had occurred hundreds of times in the past; on the outside, the newborn Animus dragonet would appear to be having an endless mental breakdown from the moment it hatched. On the inside, however, it was locked in a mental struggle with a fragment of Sorrauul. The struggle could sometimes last up to a week after hatching, but in the end, the dark fragment would always wind up sending the dragnet into a permanent state of shock, leaving both their bodies and their magic in the fragment’s control.
The fragment’s struggle with the new Icewing dragonet, who had been named Snowdrift, started out no different than any other. Little Snow was traumatized, and tried desperately to shield his infantile brain from the suffocating darkness, but it just wasn’t enough. He could feel his body beginning to tense up, his mind was going blank. In a last-ditch attempt to save himself, Snowdrift called upon his freezing breath, an Icewing’s most deadly weapon. But instead of exhaling it out of his mouth, Snowdrift tried directing it inside of himself to attack the invading darkness.
By backfiring his frostbreath into himself, he was able to freeze his body from the inside out. Remarkably, the action didn’t kill Snow, but it did cause him a remarkable amount of pain. But the immense pain was enough to snap the baby dragon back to his senses, and the ice coating his insides stiffened and eventually numbed his body until he simply couldn’t feel himself anymore; it was just his mind and the fragment of Sorrauul’s.
Snowdrift remained in this frozen state for several days, and all the while, his mother was horrified at what had become of her dragonet. She had never seen or heard of an Icewing freezing themselves, so she had no clue what she could do for her son. The other Talon members in her sect feared for the worst, and they tried to offer her condolences, but it wasn’t enough for the distraught mother. She was convinced that, not only had she lost both her mate and her only son, but is was also all her fault, as well.
You can imagine everyone’s surprise when the baby Icewing awoke a few days later, sobbing, screaming and shaking like a leaf, but perfectly alive.
Snow had somehow managed to hold off against the dark fragment, which had caused it to weaken significantly. But unfortunately for Snow, that darkness wasn’t well and truly gone just yet. In order to regain some of it’s strength, it latched onto the part of Snow’s mind that was most exposed to it; his magical reserves. In doing so, it permanently put his magic on lockdown. Despite this, the darkness was incapable of actually using Snow’s magic without having full control of his body, but it also preventing Snow from being able to use his own magic either. It was probably for the better, to be brutally honest.
Snowdrift was none-the-wiser about his Animus qualities, and neither were the rest of the dragons he grew up with. To him, he was just a regular Icewing with a dark side so terrible that he had to take extreme measures to ensure that it never surfaced.

(I’m SO sorry if this is too much text. I’ve had a long time to develop this guy, and I didn’t want to leave any info out.)

(submitted by @tyfye49)