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I seriously just don’t understand the stupidity and the massively fragile ego that these guys have to have to just automatically go to attacking people when they’re rejected. Like JUST TAKE A NO and move on. I don’t get why EVERY fucking time it’s pretty much the same routine. Opening line, polite decline, then the fighting to prove I should give them a chance then eventually calling me fat and just being a jerk. Why the fuck does being a woman online result in this fucking routine daily??! (Btw, or course he blocked me right after that last message so I couldn’t sent my response) 🙄🙄🙄🖕🏼

anonymous asked:

ok this is a stupid question but i keep seeing people refer to firebrand as being all burned up and charred (in a totally serious way) and I don't recall there being anything in the series that alluded to that? Is it just people taking the "fire" from "firebrand" and misunderstanding what it means? im so confused sorry

um, im not really sure where that notion came from, probably because the name firebrand has fire in it? it’s a fan interpretation. firebrand being burned or on fire has ever been mentioned.

i hate when straight women w short haircuts come into my salon and start joking about having a lesbian haircut/requesting short hair that “doesn’t make them look like a lesbian LOL”

today a straight woman sat down and showed me the picture of the haircut she wanted and she was like “i showed this picture to my husband and he was like ‘wow are you gonna get a girlfriend now’ haha. i love him he’s so ridiculous”

i never know what to say. it feels weird, because i know they say these things to me under the assumption that i’m straight. i don’t know how i’m supposed to respond. “oh don’t worry, you definitely don’t look like a lesbian!” or “omg don’t worry i won’t give you a LESBIAN looking haircut haha”

i can’t just out myself and play along. i do everything in my power to prevent outing myself to any of my clients.

and it feels like some cruel joke is being played on me, like this is straight humor that women laugh about behind our backs. i mean i know it is. it’s just weird being a part of it. i don’t know how to ask straight women to stop joking about butch lesbian haircuts while they’re in my chair. i don’t know what to do when straight women laugh about looking like a lesbian, i don’t really know how to take that, like if it’s a joke at the expense women like me or just harmless commentary. i don’t know what to say, and i can’t bring myself to laugh along with them.

it’s not a subject i want to talk about. i know that makes me sensitive, but i’ve been through a lot of very traumatic experiences because i’m gay. it’s humiliating to perform a service for straight women who seem to think there’s something funny about people daring to think they might be gay

Typical Online Dating Convo
  • <p> <b>My profile:</b> clearly states prefered age range and distance.<p/><b>Fuckboy:</b> I like her tits, ima message her anyway with something disgusting despite the fact i'm 10 years outside her age range and 20miles outside her prefered distance.<p/><b>Me:</b> Politely says no and states why<p/><b>Fuckboy:</b> LOL fuck you, you're fat anyway.<p/><b>Me:</b> *tired sigh*<p/><b>Fuckboy:</b> Also, theres no need to be rude sweetheart. I was just trying to be nice. You need to adjust your attitude if you want to get laid.<p/><b>Fuckboy:</b> *blocks me*<p/><b>Me:</b> ..........<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Ok I agree it's stupid for ace ppl to liken themselves to things like forest gump, but it's exhausting when everyone shits on them constantly. There's literally no need for it, and I h8 to be the one to break it to ya, but the A in LGBTQA stands for asexual

people mock yall because you have a shitty community and jump on posts that dont belong to you. 

you tried to make the pulse shooting about you. you tried to steal corrective rape and call it aphobia when it was simply misogyny and misderected homophobia. you demand for LGBT organizations to be shut down simply because they didnt include asexuals. you obsessed over Bill Nye’s sexual life simply because he said yall exist. you people support pedophiles and pedophile apologists simply because they say “aces are LGBT”. you spout dangerous idealogy that makes me hope no child ever sees you shitty community. you think you can protect children by over exposing them to sexual things and telling little 6 year old kids that they need to obsess over their sex life. you call dead gay activists “heteromantic asexuals” and lose your shit when someone points out that lol, no one gives a shit if a straight person doesn’t have sex. you try to create a divide between people in the LGBT community for your sick attempt into gaslighting young bi and trans individuals into thinking they’re unwanted. you target lesbians and mock the gay men who suffered from the aids crisis.

and no you fucking dumbass, there was no A in LGBT

anonymous asked:

Ok maybe I'm just Stupid™ and this is just a Stupid Question™ but in your rhino painting you put down some blue lines for outlining the rhino and for the background, but then they were white! Um, how??? Can you please explain this wizardry to my poor peasant brain?

YES that’s masking fluid! 

Masking fluid is, essentially, liquid rubber. It adheres to the paper and protects an area from watercolour. When the paint dries, you simply remove it. There are different types of masking fluid, like the ones you apply with a brush. But if you’re like me and want to cut the crap with RUINING BRUSHES: look no further. I exclusively use Molotow masking liquid pens now.

You don’t need sacrificial brushes. It’s tinted blue so you can see where the hell it is. The future is here.

Rolls on like a kickass pen

Let it dry, slap on your watercolour

Coax it off with an eraser

Bam look at that. Perfect for those details you want to stay white. Not recommended for application over large areas. Available on Amazon.

Happy painting! 🍺

you are my sunshine (i tried)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.

You make me happy when skies are gray

error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move?  He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.

Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay

his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless

The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.

Error was dying.      

No.

No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.

He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.

Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.

Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.

With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.

“ink”

Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.

“error you’re awake”

Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.

“why do you sound so sad?”

Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.

“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.

“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.

Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.

He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.

Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)

Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.

His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.

“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.

“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke”  inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.

“sing with me”

Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.

He kept humming.

And no one else could come between.

The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.

He was still humming.

But now you’ve left me and love another.

Error stopped humming.

You have shattered all of my dreams.

His hand fell but never hit the ground.

You are…

 “goodbye ink…. I love you”

 A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.

 “I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.

 “I promise”

 “I love you too”  

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well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens

anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was

sorry for the mistakes hope you like it

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Unu says: OMG THIS. I CRIED. I GENUINELY CRIED. IDK HOW BUT YOU DID IT. GOOD JOB! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS ONE!