people who get the reference are my favorite people

So, I want a honey badger tattoo

As most if not all of you know, I run the @richhoneytrader100 blog, and have for over 2 years now. Frederik has become a huge part of my life and personality (because I am him, technically), and he’s a character that has come to bring me comfort and strength on my worst depression days – as I hope he does for other people as well. I want to get a small tattoo of a honey badger on my right forearm, since he’s so important to me, and I’m opening it up to anyone who also likes him (or just wants to design a cute-ass honey badger) to submit a design to me! 

I don’t expect too many, if any, drawings from people, and that’s okay. Frederik has well over 1,200 followers, but I think most are inactive now after that long break I took from him. 

Here are some designs I found on Google as a reference for the style I’m looking for:

The top 3 images are my favorite, but I also like the bottom left one too, although Frederik isn’t an angry/violent character to me. The last two on the bottom aren’t my thing. 

I don’t want to pull a random image from Google and get it as a tattoo, especially since I don’t know the artist and don’t have permission to use their design, which is why I’m opening this up to anyone on tumblr who sees this post. 

If you do see this and design something, please reblog this post with it or submit it to Frederik (who I’m more active on lately) at @richhoneytrader100. Or simply publish it as your own post and tag either this account or Frederik’s, I’ll see it eventually. 

I’m also wanting a simplistic honeycomb design behind the badger, but you don’t have to include that part in your art unless you want to! 

I’ve come to a point in my life where I can’t accept reality. We live in an appalling world full of countless grief, social injustice, poverty, and cruelty. And I can’t look at it anymore. So my new approach to life, to avoid getting angry and bitter and sad about the way the world is,  is to get as weird as possible. To get as weird as I can comfortably make it and as far away from reality as I can without letting too much light in. As I understand why I need to do this in my life, I look at musicians, artists, and filmmakers who people refer to as mad eccentrics and off the wall, I get it now. This is how people deal with reality. This is why fantasy is so important in the world.
—  Laura Marling
Fairy Tail

Fairy Tail’s over :’)

I think FT is the longest I’ve ever followed a manga and probably what re-kindled my interest in shounen altogether. 

I know people are upset about the ending and whatnot, but honestly. I think the chapter ending was what people should have focused on the entire time. It was about friendship and adventure, not ships and couples and kissing and blah. Team Natsu gets to go on a huge quest, and they can’t be tied down. Yeah everyone has their own personal romances and lives (and the chapter definitely references this), but in the end, and possibly above all else, they’re Fairy Tail Mages who long to continue adventuring, learning, and getting stronger. 

One of my favorite aspects of Fairy Tail was seeing different locations and seeing them explore, get into trouble, and work with the resources they had to get out of that mess. So to have it end on that note of them beginning a huge adventure (probably filled with quarrels, fights, mess-ups, possible romance, and lots of new towns and people) leaves me with a perfect mix of contentment and “dangit I wanted to see them go on this adventure!”. 

Did FT have its flaws? Oh heck yes. To deny this would be foolish of me. But it still kept its entertaining spirit, so I never dropped it. (Heck I even dropped Naruto once or twice). The last two arcs could’ve and should’ve been fleshed out, and weren’t used to their full potential, but hey, ya’ can’t be perfect. Mashima had mentioned that he was rushing the series, himself, because he wanted to get started on a different project (lol). 

But I’m satisfied with the ending. It left me wanting more, but in a good way. Of course I want to see Team Natsu on their 100 year quest (though I hope it’s not actually 100 years long oh no), but I think an open ending fits the series. 

Remember Fairy Tail isn’t about romance, it’s about adventures. And Hiro Mashima decided to end it accordingly. 

anonymous asked:

Could you post a picture of your hair journey from when you first started growing it? And how long did it take?

A PICTURE? Do you think this a GAME, son?

You don’t know the shit I’ve been through trying to find a hairstyle that actually works for me. I’m 22 years old and this is the first time I’ve had one that I really like and has had an overwhelmingly positive response. Like Squidward once said…

Man. That’s horrifying.

From a very young age, I’ve had really thick hair that has been difficult to manage. My life has been a series of terrible hair-related decisions that finally culminated in something I really like. But here’s where we begin…

(pictured here on the right.)

Yeah. That on the right is me as a fresh-faced 5-year-old… with blonde hair.

At some point, my loving mother figured that getting beaten up in my childhood would help build character, so she begun to use a product called Sun-In on my hair that would “brighten the natural highlights” so instead of looking like the tan and happy Puerto Rican child I was, I’d instead look like a white boy who just came back from vacation in Florida ALL THE TIME.

This practice would stop after I was 7 or 8, but the hair struggle was only beginning.

At this point I was an 11-year-old who thought the best option was to just try and comb my thick, unruly hair. Let’s not even discuss the fact that my parents thought the appropriate thing for my sixth grade graduation photos would be a fucking HAWAIIAN BOWLING SHIRT. Jesus christ, Mom and Dad, was this just a plan to keep my virginity in tact as long as possible. That’s a long con, and I respect it.

Here’s Matt’s first selfie!

My family took me to the same barber for my entire young life, a kind old man named Gomez who would do his very best to try and fix my stupid head, in between his cigarette breaks and uncomfortably loud salsa music. 

This was around the ripe young age of 14, when Gomez, starting to go blind in his old years, shaved my too short on the sides and left too much on top. He also nearly cut through the top of my ear, at which point I said “NOPE” never went back thought “oh, obviously the best thing I could do was try and let my big brother cut my hair!” Big mistake.

This photo was taken on June 12th, 2009. Just for clarification, that’s me on the right. I’m not the hot young woman and all around fantastic youtube personality OlgaKay, who’s also pictured here. This was about 2 weeks after my weight loss journey was about to begin, when I was around 450 pounds. Also, this was the weekend I decided, for whatever reason, to grow my hair out.

Now, people, this is where shit gets bad. So, I think I owe you a little bit of explanation.

Around age 16, I’d begun to hang out with the people who are still my closest friends and family to this day. Also around this point, I got super into hardcore music. Asking Alexandria, Attack Attack!, A Day To Remember and We Came as Romans were among my favorite bands, and what did all the guys in those bands do? Grow out their hair really long, flat-iron it and make it really scene and hard-to-see through.

Oh no… Oh NO.


We refer to this as The Dark Ages. Mostly because I couldn’t see anything through my long, swooping bangs, and it was really fucking dark all the time. Pictured above is me at my high school graduation, where my family somehow let me out the house despite the fact that I was clearly wearing some sort of dead, skinned animal fur where my scalp should be.

I let my hair grow and styled it this way for about a year, leading to many awkward evenings where my kind-hearted mother would have to flat-iron my hair for me before I went out to hang out with nobody.

But you think that’s bad? You think THAT’S bad? you don’t know SHIT, son. 

Remember in the beginning of this, when I mentioned how thick and unruly my hair can be naturally? Well, in addition to not cutting my hair, I also didn’t have anyone layer it. I didn’t go to any barber or stylist for almost a year, meaning that my hair wasn’t cut in a way where it could fall naturally.

So, what do you think happened when I couldn’t straighten my hair? What would it look like when it was too hot, too humid, or when I was in a place where I didn’t have access to the flat iron? WELL FEAST YOUR FUCKING EYES.




This was the summer of 2010, right before I’d decide it was time to cut my hair and finally become a member of functioning society. So in August, I’d chop 90 percent of it off and become a functioning member of society again.

…Wanna see one more? Okay one more.


Side note, this was taken on the way to Bamboozle, 2010. Rough times.

So in August, I chopped my hair off. I also got ill-fitting glasses, because I had no idea how the concept of “framing your face” worked. 

This was around the time I started to stretch my ears. I fucking hate these glasses. I look like I stole them from a pleasant secretary at a dentist’s office while she was distracted talking about her Kitten-of-the-month Calendars.

“Oh, wow. Yeah, October has a picture of a tabby cat poking his head out of a jacko'lantern hahah that’s so cute-” *YOINK*

Around this time, I started to discover hair products. This was also around the time I’d have to start wearing ties every day because of the private school I attended. So, after hearing that Mad Men a thing, I naturally thought that if I dressed nicely and gelled/combed my hair, of course I’d get as much sex and money as they did! Forget having a pleasant personality or attractive attitude, all I needed were ties!

My hair stayed like this for a while. 

And even though this period of my life bred a love of suits that I still have to this day, it was still a tough time. I was going through a lot of body image issues that I thought I could solve by wearing fancy clothes, and even though girls would occasionally compliment how perfect my hair looked, none of them wanted to “take a ride on my disco stick.”

This was also around the time that Lady Gaga was becoming a big thing.

Also, the fact that my hair had enough product in it to drown a small village didn’t help. Nothing says “hot stuff” like kissing a girl and having her touch your hair to feel the texture of uncooked ramen noodles.

After I got out of the suit phase, I rebelled hard in the other direction. Instead of coming my hair, I’d spike it! That’s what rebels do! We don’t use combs!

Matt’s first attempt at being punk (complete with hand-cut cloth gloves, because apparently I’m Judd Nelson in the fucking Breakfast Club.)

This hairstyle also got positive reviews, although I still had the Ramen problem. Except this time, the flavor of ramen was slightly different.

I genuinely really liked this hairstyle, but there’s only so many times that you can be confused for a porcupine that suddenly turned into a human through the use of magic. I went through some variations on this style for about a year.

There was the brief point where I tried to go full-on Grease Lightning, which was nice except that there was very little lightning and quite a lot of Grease. 

It was a good look to have, just in case I had to leave at any moment to audition for West Side Story.

After that I abandoned all hair products that would make my hair crunchy feel like a handful of stale Captain Crunch, and decided to mostly go with pomades that kept my hair feeling soft, but still held it up enough for me to make my head into soft serve.

And no, that’s not a Jimmy Neutron cosplay. That’s just how my hair was.

At this point, I was getting into a lot of new music, a lot of which I found through Tumblr. I started listening to a band called The 1975, and one day I stumbled upon a gif of the lead singer, Matt Healy.

Huh. His hair is kinda thick and wavy too.. And I also wanna dress in a lot of black and look cool in sunglasses.. Maybe I should look into his haircut.

Holy shit, I’m super into this. I really think I’d like to try it out. Obviously, to look anywhere like this guy I’d need to lose a shitload of weight and take on a much more “Axl Rose in 1988” vibe, but I think I might be able to pull off a haircut like this!

After much discussion with my then-girlfriend, I went in and told the kind haircut man to shave off the sides of my head!


This is about a month after I got the mohawk done, when it was starting to grow in thick and long. I had to use gel to keep it in place. At this point, I made a decision. If I was going to grow my hair out and do this weird long-mohawk possible man-bun thing, I was going to do it right. No terrible afro, no gel, no shitty flat iron, nothing. I was going to go natural with a little bit of pomade, and I was going to maintain the fuck out of it.

So, that’s what I’m doing.

Every two weeks, I go and get the sides of my head buzzed. I also have him clean up where the buzz stops and the long hair starts.

And every other week, I have him thin out the hair on top so it doesn’t get too thick and unmanageable. 

I’ve also begun to combine the punk stuff I really like with the well-dressed suit stuff in order to really define my style better.

This is more or less where my hair is now. I’m getting through that awkward phase where it’s too long to stand perfectly, but too short to push back the way I want to.

And here’s where we end up. It’s been a long and winding road, but I finally have a hairstyle I like.

It’s after much deliberation that I have decided that this is it–the final Mumkhareeper.

There was only ever so much cutscene I had to work with, and so I have decided to bow out somewhat gracefully (maybe) before I start retreading myself too much. I figure 1200+ mumkhareepers is a nice accomplishment; I see no regrets.

(Well, maybe I do, since I turned one of my favorite characters into a meme and I kinda forced people to look at Mumkhar probably more than they’d like, but I wanted to get a “Beyond the Sky” reference in here.)

This isn’t the end of mumkhareeper-related stuff from me, however. I have plans to set up a sideblog solely dedicated to them, and that way people can ignore them if they don’t want to see them, while those who never saw the birth of this strange edit of mine can view the earlier ones with ease.

I know it now, beyond Mumkhar,

There’s new place you’ll see.

I came to you to share our dream together.

I won’t let us part, there’s no place to be.

My heart is with you forever

And ever.

A pushback post dedicated to those who think the ‪‎Formation‬ lyrics don't match the video.

“Do you fools listen to or do you just skim through it.”
- Jay Z, “Renegade”

Let me start this by saying I’m not a Beyonce stan. I wouldn’t even classify myself as a fan. I’ve never owned any of her albums, including the Destiny’s Child ones (unless I claim my college roommate owning and constantly playing the No, No, No single back in the 90s). However, I do respect Beyonce as a black woman, as an artist, and someone who has a ridiculous work ethic. And she does have songs I like (my favorite being Flaws and All. The writing and feeling of that song is dope as hell) With that said, I see a lot of people confused by the lyrics of Beyonce’s new song “Formation.” While it’s funny to make memes about Red Lobster (the man looking in the mirror telling himself to “Get back in there and earn that Red Lobster” is my favorite), it’s important to note that the Red Lobster reference goes along with the theme of the song. I keep seeing people type how the lyrics don’t match the video. I don’t agree at all. This song is Black Girl Magic at it’s core. It’s Carefree Black Girl at it’s core. It’s being unapologetically Black. And being those things in this society is an act of rebellion. Let me go a bit further.

“Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh”

She starts the song addressing all the YouTube comments about her being in the illuminati. Every time someone makes it big now, YouTube commenters can’t wait to find reasons to show how they’re in the illuminati. If you wink at the camera, that’s an eye over the pyramid reference and it means you’re in the illuminati. Hell, YouTube commenters have said that Kai is in the illuminati because she has viral videos on YouTube. It’s disrespectful. We’ve all watched Beyonce from the days she was working with Kelly, Latavia (I used to be in love with her… Hey boo! **insert winky emoji**), Letoya, and Wyclef. up to the present. She’s worked HARD and saying she got where she is because she’s in the some secret society is lazy thinking by lazy people who don’t have her work ethic. They haven’t made it where they want to be, so there has to be some secret society others belong to when they make it. She deads that shit from the start.

“I’m so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces”

Again, carefreeness. “I’m reckless with what I want. AND I love and rep my man. Say something. I dare you!” Shoutout to the cocky black women who don’t give a damn what others think. Again, that’s an act of rebellion.

“My daddy Alabama,
Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag”

Do I really need to break this down? She’s letting you know what it is. Don’t get it twisted. THIS is WHO I am. Also, “don’t come for Blue’s hair or me or my man’s black features ANYMORE.”

(interlude by Messy May + Big Freedia)
"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh yes, you besta believe it”

See above. Stays with the theme.

Then there’s a repeat of the first verse followed by the chorus. I could break down the chorus, but it’s pretty self explanatory.

“When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making”

So this seems to be where the confusion lies. “What does fucking her man, and Red Lobster have to do with this song?” Um, EVERYTHING. It fits the theme. She’s not talking about some random ass dude. She’s talking about her Black husband. And while Bey and Jay can afford to go to any restaurant on Earth, she says Red Lobster for a reason. For the same reason she mentioned keeping Hot Sauce in her bag (swag!). Red Lobster was the spot you took your boo when you thought you were being fancy back in the day. It’s such a “ghetto" idea nowadays, but back in the day you were hood/country ballin if you took bae to Red Lobster (call me ghetto, but I’m still hitting Red Lobster up for Endless Shrimp and Cheddar Biscuits. I am who I am damnit). It’s hood/country like carrying hot sauce in your purse. It’s also a power move in the sense that SHE’S taking bae out, not reverse. She has her own and if SHE’S pleased, SHE’S making that move.

She follows that theme up with a straight power move, but same concept. If SHE’S pleased she’s taking him on a chopper ride. If SHE’S pleased she’ll toss his ass a couple crumbs and tell him to go get some J’s. She could’ve easily said some fancy ass designer by she said J’s for a reason. It keeps true to hood/country wants/needs reminding us all of WHO she is.

Want more black girl magic/power? Well she has that too. I can get YOUR shit played on the radio if I choose (I feel bad here because she bout to get hella struggle Soundcloud links in her Twitter mentions). Why can she makes these things happen? Because she slays damnit. Black girl magic… Carefree black girl. The theme stays consistent.

Lastly, and this may be my favorite part of the song. She could’ve chosen any rich white billionaire to say here. Her and Jay are close to Warren Buffet so it makes sense to use him right? Nah! Bill Gates. Gates is famous for his philanthropy. So why she could just sit back and be a rich baddie with a powerful rich husband and adorable daughter, she’s saying that’s not enough. She’s about to start speaking. She’s putting her power into play for something more. The proof of that is in the video. The proof is having a dozen black women with afros and black berets, on the 50th anniversary of the formation of the Black Panther Party and only a few miles away from where they started, on stage at the Superbowl singing this song knowing backlash will come. The proof of that is the money they’ve reportedly used to fund BLM issues on the low low. The proof of that is this new world tour raising money for Flint. It reminds me of her husband’s reflection on his song “Minority Report” which was about the guilt he felt after not helping as much as he could after Katrina.

“Left them on they porches, same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, cause we got a couple Porsches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure, I ponied up a mil’ but I didn’t give my time
So in reality I didn’t give a dime
Or a damn, I just put my monies in the hands
Of the same people that left my people stranded”

While there are clear BLM themes in the video (which I love), this song is about being Black Unapologetically. And she’s not waiting until she falls off and has less to lose to say and be this. She’s at the height of her career. She’s damn near on MJ icon level (before you start spazzing, I said DAMN NEAR). The timing of this is important. Years from now we’ll look back on this and realize how amazing that Superbowl moment was. People will talk about how much pride this gave them. Shoutout to Beyonce for this.

Finally, let us not forget the finals words of the song which lead me to believe this is just the beginning….

"Girl I hear some thunder
Golly this is that water boy, oh lord”

Interview: A Snowflake in Spring, by Celerysticks4life

Hello everyone, and welcome to the very first (and definitely not last) interview by the EPP. Thank you to everyone who sent in such awesome questions. We tried to get them all, but Cel just talks a lot, so we went off on a few tangents ^^; anyone who has a chance to stop by and tell her how much they like ASIS, I strongly recommend you do so. She’s pretty rad.

A Snowflake in Spring is undeniably the most popular story in the Frozen fandom, not just Elsanna, and Celerysticks is the mastermind behind it. Simply put, it’s Elsa and Anna and a mental institution. And it’s awesome. Taken from FFN, the summary is thus:

After her brother Hans is institutionalized, Anna makes it her mission to visit him whenever she can. The sooner he comes home, the sooner everything will go back to normal. She wasn’t expecting to meet the asylum’s resident ‘Ice Queen,’ who refuses to speak or acknowledge anyone… except Anna. 

At 27 chapters and almost 120k words, it’s a monster of a story. And, I tell you, you won’t regret a single second.

But, on with the interview~!

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