merely adopted it

i became a different person after mass effect 3. newer fans post-me3 merely adopted the pain of me3, i was born into it, molded by it. i didn’t see the extended ending dlc until i was already a man and by then it was nothing to me but blinding

anonymous asked:

Can toon Henry do some of the same toon-ish stuff Bendy can do? I imagine he could, but maybe only when he's not really thinking about it. Like, idk scenario where his ax breaks, Bendy's got him cornered and he panics and somehow pullout a giant mallet or something. Like he ain't GOOD at it, but he can do it

Unfortunately, Henry’s under a few more limitations than Bendy is, period.  His access to hammerspace is limited to things he might reasonably be keeping in an unseen pocket – inkwells, pens, wadded up paper, stuff like that.  Bendy, however, could procure a mallet twice his size from behind his own torso.

The cartoony stuff that Henry might be able to do is pretty much limited to that little access to hammerspace and the occasional smear or doubles through inbetweens for certain exaggerated actions (like shaking his head vigorously or swiping his hand across the screen).  He can’t intrinsically manipulate it the way Bendy can.

I gotta laugh – y’all keep trying to suggest some way Henry might be able to match Bendy’s abilities, but remember, animator or not, he’s just a normal dude who happens to have been turned into a cartoon!  What’s that famous quote…?

“Oh, you think cartoons are your ally.  You merely adopted the cartoons.  I was born in them, molded by them.”

Arguably, though, Henry has a little bit of creative control over these specific cartoons, having been an animator for them.  I’m still thinking about how that might play into things, if at all.

I Won't Give Up On You - Tig Trager


You get kidnapped by a Rival Club and held captive. When you get saved by SAMCRO, Tig cleans you up and takes care of you.

It was clear as day to you that you had been kidnapped because of your affiliation with the club. You didn’t know where you were or who was holding you captive, all you know is that you were in big trouble. You never believe to that working for the TM would have gotten you into this type of trouble, but then again this was SAMCRO we were talking about.

And any type of affiliation with them gave you a Target on your back. You were not an old lady to anybody, you were just someone that helped out in the garage when the boys needed an extra pair of hands.

Over the years you had grown close to Tig Trager so much so that Clay made a direct order to him one day that if anything were to ever happen to you, it would be held responsible for it. This was the first time the club had ever seen Tig act normally and in a respectful manner towards the fairer sex.

Which was what made Clay give him such an order.

The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club in California Redwood original had indeed became your home. Your father once being a mechanic there, God Rest his soul, was very close with Clarence Morrow, the leader of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood original Motorcycle Club located in Charming California.

But your history now was not your main concern. What was your main concern was getting out of this whole ordeal alive.

You figured that the whole connection with the leader of the Sons of Anarchy was the reason why you were kidnapped. Of course I never told you anything about the club, your father had never told you anything about the club, and nobody else in the club ever spoke a word about Club business around you.

As stated before he were not an old lady, you were merely just very close adopted family to SAMCRO.

But that’s not what these guys that kidnapped you thought. Being held to a chain link fence with your wrists bound by handcuffs you laid there almost motionless. You had been beaten and starved for what felt like days, which in turn probably was. You had no way of telling how long you have been there, only the rumbling in your stomach and the stinging of your rubbed flesh against the handcuffs told you that it had been a while.

You lay there with your head against the cold concrete. Honestly believing that you would not have made it out of here alive had it not been for the fact that they still had yet to get any information out of you, information that they never would have received regardless even if you did or did not know about it.

Then the doors opened.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, bitch.”

A man’s voice called out as you heard heavy boot striding across the concrete floor. You didn’t bother looking his way, the room was too dark for that anyway. But as you felt the handcuffs being removed from your wrist you had to question exactly what was going on.

Being posted up to your feet you were dragged out of the room by two men that drug you out into the light. You close your eyes from the harsh and unwelcoming brightness that greeted you as you were taken into what looked like a docking station for a warehouse.

“See, she’s still alive.”

Another man said loudly as you were dropped to the ground. You peer through a cracked eyes and looked around the room, quickly realizing that you were sitting in front of your saviors that wore leather.

“What the fuck did you do to her!”

Clay growled, looking at your black and blue bruised body. You looked over at him and gave a incredibly sad smile. You would have said something had your throat not have been as dry and in pain as it had been.

“As we agreed. We kept her alive. Now, hand over what you promised us.”

The man said in a very threatening tone. Clay nodded his head, having Juice walk out a file of some sort and handed it the lead man. He opened it up and looked it over quickly before nodding his head. His other men picked you up and tossed you roughly into Juice’s arms.

You held your whole body tense up or from the pain of the torture that you had suffered as you came into contact with Juice’s hard body. You gave a small grunt in pain as Juice put your arm over his shoulder and started walking you away from the men.

You had almost made it to the exit with Juice when you heard screaming of pain and gunshots, knowing that SAMCRO had just finished the job. Your eyes closing slowly before you felt yourself starting to fall, no longer able to stay awake.

When you woke up you were in a bedroom that was very familiar to you. Looking around you knew that you were home now, and safe in bed. You groaned a bit as you try to move around seeing a cup of water and a sandwich next to you on the nightstand.

Sitting up slowly reached over and took small sips of the water knowing that if you drink it too fast you would probably more than likely throw it back up. You then took the sandwich and started nibbling some of it, finally realizing just how hungry you had been since you had been kidnapped and tortured.

The bedroom door opened which caused you to look up from your food and see Tig walking into the bedroom.

His bright blue eyes looked at your body up and down looking at the scars and wounds that would take a while to disappear. He wore a extremely saddened face as he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to you.

His eyes locked with the blankets on the bed as he sat there for a moment the silence over taking both of you as you continue to chew on your sandwich.

“I’m sorry.”

He said, causing you to stop eating your food.

“It’s not your fault.”

Your voice gruff and dry even after the water. Not to mention being choked out more times than you could count had done that to your throat.

You watched as Tig shook his head and looked up to you. Your eyes widened as you noticed the glaze in his eyes. He was so emotional right now, ready to cry.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should have staid with you.”

He said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

You took your sandwich and your water and placed it back over on the nightstand beside you. Leaning over you let yourself fall into his chest and you laid there with your arms wrapped around his torso. You felt him tense and then slowly relax as the feeling of his arms drifting around your body holding you in a protective manner made you feel safe.

“The club needed you. Don’t blame yourself for taking care of your family.”

You whispered into his chest. Tig sighed, placing a kiss on the top of your head he took a deep breath to smell your hair. He had missed you being here next to him. He had missed you so damn much. You had been living with him for a while now, after your father’s death you had no where else to go. Being a good friend, Tig opened up his home to you.

“I’m just glad to be home.”

You said, pushing your face further into his chest.

“I’m just glad you and the Club didn’t give up on me.”

Tig closed his eyes and held you closer after hearing your words.

“I would never give up on you.”

anonymous asked:

You couldn't understand us Trump supporters even if you tried, you merely adopted the free man's philosophy, we born in to it, molded by it.


You think Trump supporters are for free men? Or liberty of any kind?

So the economic nationalism that says the government should have the right to tell you what to buy and from whom sound like freedom to you? Or how about his claim to want to still have government cover health care? Perhaps the opposition to a free press sounds like liberty to you? Perhaps you think liberty comes from an expansive executive with no checks on it’s power? Or the refusal to leave the legislative and judicial functions of government to the legislature and judiciary? Perhaps it’s the gross corruption that comes from a lifetime of fraud, money laundering, lying, stealing, cheating and in general being an totally inept business person? Or is it just in the constant praise of every dictator on Earth?

Trump supporters certainly weren’t born with anything in common with free men nor have they adopted anything that resembles the attitude of a free man. They worship an individual and follow him blindly. They are slaves by choice and wish to subjugate all others.

Also you do realize that paraphrasing a wannabe tyrant doesn’t help your cause much either. But hey, your god-king already quoted the same villain in his inauguration speech.

And understanding you is all too easy. You want someone to blame for all the problems in your life so long as it isn’t you and you want someone other than you to do all the thinking in your life. Typical liberal, which is all Trump support boils down to.

anonymous asked:

With your AU, the short, your amazing drawings and generally the idea; you've made me ship Niji x Cosette so hard and i want to thank you for this. so thank you lovely human💕 Any other ships you'd like to share with us?

Aww, thank you for liking my fandoms!

Well, I ship Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon) with Bell-mere (Nami and Nojiko’s adoptive mother). I mean, both of them were marines and they are respectively a great parent figures (Corazon, to Law respectively, and Bell-Mere to Nami and Nojiko).

Please, if you have some prompts with the pairings (Sanjina with other pairings, Niji x Cosette, etc) for either fanarts, fancomics, fanfiction, you can put ur requests on ask box ANYTIME~!

Part of the issue is the lineage of labor aristocracy as a term but the other part of the issue is that, yes, there’s no question an exploitative relationship between the first world and third world and between white people and people of color.  And I agree that fighting against whiteness as a white person makes one a race traitor (although I think the term feels incredibly grandiose and backpatty).  My issue is the idea that ‘race traitorship’, this concept which somehow places one outside of whiteness and outside of the material relationship which MTW works so intently to set up, can be done merely by adopting an ideology and arguing on the internet (yes even if that arguing is in the direction of a ‘materialist’ tendency).  That’s a ridiculous answer to a very real question.

JAF kills me because so many people try to write in archaic-flavoured English who d o n ’ t k n o w h o w…… in fact people do this all over the place and it kills me!!! for example “lest” does not mean “unless” and in fact means pretty much the opposite (& that word isn’t even archaic it’s just formal)! in general it kills me when people try to write in elevated / archaic / overblown / literary English but don’t have enough knowledge of its…. grammar…. to do so…. you merely adopted overwrought 18th/19th century literary English I was born in it molded in it etc etc…..

anonymous asked:

Oh, you think the salt is your ally? But you merely adopted salt; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the sweet until I was already a adult bones. By then it was nothing to me but blinding. The saltiness betray you, because they belong to me.


Me w/ Sally and Alice: get to show them the midwest (theyve been to like, cities here, but not bfe midwest where i live)

Me w/ Sammy: i merely adopted the corn. She was born in it, moulded by it…

//Geek Radar is going off the chain right now.


Yeah, Tom Hardy is playing Venom!

As a black man, to hear another black person talking about cultural appropriation, I cringe and I cringe hard.

Let me explain why.

And by all means, if you think I’m wrong, call me out on it.

I can appreciate black people being interested in African culture and wanting to even claim it, but ffs you’re AMERICAN. You’re not from Africa, your parents aren’t, your grandparents aren’t and more than likely your great-grandparents and they’re parents aren’t. You’re so fucking far removed from Africa, you literally have no right to be complaining that your culture is being stolen and that everyone doing it is racist, because you have no African culture. It was not imparted to you from a proceeding generation. It was something you merely adopted as your own. Taking a bunch of classes about African history and culture doesn’t make it yours and it doesn’t make you a fucking expert. To be quite honest, unless you can actually trace what part of Africa your blood line descends from, you’re basically talking out your ass. All you people don’t descend from Egypt, which for some reason seems to be the main part of Africa that is brought up in these discussions. Hell most of you ain’t even been to Africa, let alone out of the country, or your respective state. The most culture you have is either the ghetto or the suburbs.

And again, correct me if I’m wrong, please, because what I’m about to say here is really crazy. I know people who are direct descendents from Africa, interacted with them on a daily basis, and a lot of them bounce back and forth between here and there quite frequently and everyone of them said that African-Americans are hated in Africa. One told me becuase we aren’t pure blood African (could be b.s. but it could be true). The others told me it was because we have a sense of self-entitlement, which is true about American’s in general. You’re religiously trying to protect a culture from outside invasion and use, and it possible that the very descendents of that culture hates your guts.

I said all that to say this. Shut the fuck up. Your arguments about appropriation are bullshit.

If you believe they aren’t, then tell me. I want to hear them. Message me privately or respond here, I don’t care. Just be prepared defend your position cause I’m gonna try to poke holes in it.