our guardian

Self-acceptance isn’t something that happens overnight. It won’t occur miraculously. It’s something that we have to actively participate in if we want to make any real progress. It takes time, work and effort. And it’s something that we have to do; no one can save us from our thoughts except us.

It means making the choice, each and every day, to counter negative self-talk, to consciously remember the things we like about ourselves. It’s a decision that, when insecurity hits - and it undoubtedly will - we’ll do our best to put up a fight and stand our ground, to counter our inner critic with kindness and compassion. 

It’s a lifelong journey; self-acceptance isn’t a destination, it’s a process, a habit, a skill to be honed. It gets easier over time. But it starts with a simple choice, the decision to be a friend to ourselves, a guardian of our own well-being and an active participant in our own lives.

Mmk. So what if art becomes one of the Earth’s  best defences? 

Let me explain. So I’m going off of the “They weren’t counting on bears” and it’s many variations and additions. So in this post, our earth flora and fauna defend us from invaders, right? Well what if aliens have a difficult time distinguishing between statues and paintings from real objects, people, animals, whatever. At least, the realistic stuff, that is. 

What if the urge to create something that looks like something real, or to make mythical things seem real with marks on a page, or molded metal, or carved rock is something distinctly human. What if it’s something aliens have never encountered before?

To be fair, we are quite good at it. If you’ve ever seen images of sidewalk art that mess with distortion to create the illusion that it’s three dimensional, then you probably agree.

Maybe some kid runs behind a huge lion statue to try and avoid getting shot while running from some alien patrol, and the patrol suddenly stops in their tracks before retreating. The kid realises what happened and runs off to tell the others. Suddenly those gargoyles and winged lions protecting museums become more relevant than ever before. They become our guardians again. Artists begin to crank out statues and paint walls bursting with animals. Engineers join in the fun and work together with artists to create uncanny, moving replicas of moose, leopards, and what have you. Then they begin to make dragons, Griffins, and dinosaurs. The aliens can’t tell which are real and which are fake.

It’s time to Hero Up! Join us for all-new epic adventures during the Summer of Heroes at Disney California Adventure Park. And don’t miss our awesome new attraction- Guardians of the Galaxy-Mission: BREAKOUT! The excitement begins May 27.

  • Urbosa: I give you a part of my power. Now go on, Link. Protect the princess. And Hyrule.
  • Link: *teleports outside the divine beast*
  • ~~~~
  • Riju: Thank you for stopping the divine beast. We are forever grateful that our guardian has returned.
  • Link: *nods*
  • Urbosa: *appears from nowhere* Is this the new chief? A bit on the young side but she'll grow into it.
  • Link: *jumps in surprise*
  • Riju: Link? Did you see something?
  • Link: *Points at Urbosa's spirit*
  • Riju: ???
  • Urbosa: She can't see or hear me, Link. Our souls are now connected. Nice to finally have someone to talk to right?
  • Link: ...
  • ~~~3 divine beast later~~~
  • Revali: Link, It's time we took down Ganon.
  • Daruk: No. Link, We need the master sword. We must be absolutely prepared for the encounter.
  • Urbosa: Then we should seek out all the hidden shrines to better prepare ourselves. Let's head back to Hebra. There must be some hidden in the mountains.
  • Revali: THAT IS EXCESSIVE!
  • Daruk: Agree. We just need the sword.
  • Revali: Just go kill Ganon now.
  • Urbosa: The shrines!
  • Link: ...
  • Mipha: I'm just happy we are travelling together again.
Seussical in a nutshell
  • jojo: wow nice hat
  • cat: im here now, sO USE YOUR IMAAAAGINATION
  • -
  • horton: wtf who said that. theres only a speck of dust so the logical conclusion is that a miniature person is on that speck. actually a whole lot
  • sour kangaroo: bitch you cray!!!
  • gertrude: damn that elephant fine as hell
  • -
  • dust speck: so anyway horton you were totally right; we're a lost civilization on the brink of war and we're all about to die. Who-dee-who-who-who. Also we're guilting you into being our guardian. Who-who-who.
  • -
  • cat: jojo you're going into the story whether you like it or not
  • mr. and mrs. mayor: jojo you're grounded. no more thinking.
  • jojo: fuck yall i do what i want
  • mr. and mrs mayor: well we obviously don't know how to raise a kid so we're just gonna send you off to the war
  • -
  • horton: well everyone thinks i'm crazy but that's ok because i can imagine that i'm cool
  • jojo: well my parents sent me into the military but that's ok because i can imagine that my family accepts me for who i am
  • horton: yo lmao i hear you down there lets be friends 4 ever
  • -
  • gertrude: ugh i really wanna fuck this elephant but i'm not attractive :/
  • mayzie: bitch u right. go take drugs.
  • gertrude: k. ima go ham tho
  • -
  • wickersham brothers: lmao look at this nerd with that flower. yoink that shiz
  • horton: wtf literally why would u do that there was honestly no need and now i have to search through millions of identical fucking clovers to find my tiny fren jojo
  • -
  • cat: by the way did i mention im a sadist??
  • -
  • gertrude: hey im sexy now wanna get down
  • horton: hush im picking flowers
  • -
  • mayzie: always use a condom kids. horton, watch my egg for me
  • horton: why the fuck would i do that
  • mayzie: pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease
  • horton: ok ok fine but be back in like an hour
  • mayzie: LMFAO BY BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEE YOU IN HELL!!
  • -
  • horton: well its winter now and jojo and the Whos are probably dead but i refuse to move my ass off this egg ok it is my My Child now andOH FUCK HUNTERS
  • Cat: by the way did i mention that i'm also a trickster god?
  • -
  • gertrude: oh no im too sexy to fly... sorry horton.. ur ass about to get carted off to the circus :(
  • horton: god this sucks
  • -
  • mayzie: oh hey theres a circus in town and OH SHIT ITS THE GUY I DUMPED THAT KID ON uh hey man im so happy for u... such a big success... performing in a circus!! lucky u!! anyway i gotta go right now immediately so enjoy that egg!
  • horton: Where Is Paradise
  • -
  • jojo: fuck this war im going home to think what i wanna think
  • general schmitz: kid you're walking on a minefield... literally one wrong step and your dea-- ok too late..
  • -
  • cat: oh yes HOW VERY SAD boohoohoohahahaha dont worry jojo isnt actually dead he's just trapped in a nightmare realm filled with Unspeakable Horrors
  • jojo: fuck you cat!!! you've legit been behind everything bad that's happened! why didn't i call you the fuck out earlier!
  • cat: ok damn fine i'll turn on the lights geez...
  • -
  • gertrude: hi horton great to see you again hahaha so um i got all of my Sexiness™ ripped out of my ass one by one so that i could find you (and a whole lot of other shit) but no big deal haha
  • gertrude: oh also i found your dumb clover
  • cat: oh you thought this was gonna be a happy ending right here? you thought wrong
  • sour kangaroo: BITCH WE PUTTING YOU ON TRIAL
  • judje yertle: well horton's definitely crazy and were gonna boil that clover with the dust speck on it in hot oil for literally no other reason but to prove a point
  • horton: so uh guys if you dont wanna die you should probably start screaming
  • mr and mrs mayor: well the combined forces of our entire planet had no effect so we're just gonna put all the pressure on you, jojo, our small son, who only a few moments ago we thought was dead.
  • jojo: *gibberish*
  • sour kangaroo: well i heard that shit!
  • everyone: hooray!
  • egg: henlo fatgher i am Elyphant Birb
  • horton: wtf
  • gertrude: eh, we'll make it work
  • -
  • -
  • THE END
All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye.

this happened because @dreamofspring poked me and because i have no self control.


“He has an ally,” Lady Selyse said. “R'hllor, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow.” (Prologue, ACOK)

one of martin’s build-ups over the course of a clash of kings through a dance with dragons is the confusion surrounding who azor ahai reborn is on the part of the players within the series. from the moment that stannis’ entourage is introduced in the begninning of a clash of kings, it’s made clear both that selyse and melisandre believe that he is indeed the lord of light reborn, but also that there’s no proof beyond melisandre’s visions that he is.  when melisandre is at the wall in a dance with dragons, she is shown a different vision, one that lines up much more with what the reader knows to be true:

Yet now she could not even seem to find her king. I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only Snow. (Melisandre, ADWD)

that jon snow is likely that great hero that she envisioned, and that he, not stannis, will be the one to save the world from whatever apocalypse the winds of winter and a dream of spring have in store is hardly a surprising turn for the reader, however shocking it may be to the red priestess. jon snow, whose narrative traces the rise of a hero, has taken vows to wear the black for the remainder of his life, and to be “the watcher on the walls…the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.”  he has all the makeup of a shining hero, and yet one whose very birth is shrouded in mystery, in shadows.

shadows comprise one of the strongest visual themes in a song of ice and fire.  they visually encapsulate those “shades of grey” that martin so enjoys examining in his thematic and character work.  the imagery conflicts itself.  do the shadows represent the light or the dark? r’hllor or the old gods of the north? jon’s bastardy or the potential for him to wield intense political power?  or, perhaps, it is all of this, mixed together, for lines get blurred in the shadows.

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