scrits

When mom won't accept you
  • Mom: Why aren't you wearing feminim clothes?
  • Inner me: because I'm a tomboy
  • Mom: Haven't you find a boyfriend yet?
  • Inner me: I'm a lesbian...
  • Mom: Don't wear that flannel shirt at club. You also wear shirts at school.
  • Inner me: I wear flannels everywhere...
  • Mom: It's too hot to wear a beanie
  • Inner me: but I love to wear it
  • Mom: Don't wear to shirt with "Kawaii on the streets Senpai in the sheets" scrit at school. People will think you're a slut
  • Inner me: not everyone knows what senpai means and NOBODY really cares
  • Mom: Why you never do what you want?
  • Inner me: PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO

anonymous asked:

Okay so I found this and now I'm fucking seething: Me: Why do you ship Jon3rys? Person: He's Ice! She's Fire. They're gonna have Magical Targ Incest Babies and rule the 7 kingdoms! Yay! Person: Why do you ship Jonsa? Me: *rummages through drawer* *pulls out 96 long-ass metas, each one more intelligent and well-written than the last, 2,750+ fanfics, GRRM's original plotline, two incest furs, one "wolf-bit" dress* *plops them all on table with a loud thump* Me: Any questions? We're not idiots.

Now dear, why are you asking me? I am a Jonerys shipper*unlocks Mary’s cage*

ARE YOU FUCKGING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW GET OF THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW BEFORE I GO HANNIBAL LECTOR ON YOU

GRRM’s original scrit says there was supposed to be a love triangle between Tyrion, Arya and Jon. I don’t know what are you talking about since Sansa was originally supoposed to have kids with Joffrey.

GRRM IS NOT YOUR FRIEND IN THIS YOU OVER-COOCKED SWEET POTATO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT I AM TIRED OF THIS NOSENSE*breaks chair*

96 metas? A lot of FANFICS? Fur? How impressive. We actually have canon only but I guess that doesn’t mean anything!

I SAIIIIDDDDDD BITCHHHHH

Well, lemme show you why I ship the actual Song of Ice and Fire. 

“Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire …”

“Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.”

“The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadowhalf-seen behind a fluttering curtain”

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

“Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“

“I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall.”

“I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons.”

“He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.”

“Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone.”

“Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.”

So this is what actual book parralels look like, but I guess you didn’t know that!

BITCH I NEED A MINUTE AFTER THIS

Take your time, Mary.

For the show, I reccomend reading this :

http://oadara.tumblr.com/search/epic+rewatch

In the show, they got off to a tense start. They are equals in every sense of the word, but they don’t understand each other yet. Their first mutual agreement comes when she gives him the dragonglass, which she didn’t have to, but yet, she did. And then, in that cave, I don’t know if you noticed, she entered in a small room, with him, alone. A virtual stranger. We finally see the glances, the touches, the tension and my fave, Jon honourable Snow looks at a woman’s breast. And people around them notice, the first one being Davos. Jon doesn’t deny anything, he just says he has no time for love now. In Eastwatch, he does something almost no man before him dared. He touched Drogon, which she found alluring and interesting. After talking about ther children, he looks like her as if he’s in a magical trance, and then he snaps out of it. Again, no time for that. She doesn’t want to let him go, because she fell hard, and Jon is having some tension with Jorah. Their farewell was stiff and words were left unsaid, but they were spoken again after Viserion’s death. She finally let’s down her guard, so does he. We never see Jon initiate touch like that. EVER. It just shows how much in the deep end he is. To quote the brilliant Arctic Monekys “So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts “. His feelings show best in his eyes, pupils dialted, you can see he’s enchanted. His first words are I’m sorry because he knows how much she’s hurt. In The Dragon and the Wolf shit will go down like no one expected.

Anyway, this is just brief and short, I would advice you to stay in your lane.

BITCHES I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SHIT TO HAPPEN TO LONG Y’ALL CAN PISS OFF BEFORE I GO FULL BARBARA GORDON ON YOU AND TRACE DOWN YOU IP WOODO AND EXPOSE YOUR ANNOYING ASS*kicks other chair*

Listen, I imagine it’s difficult to deal with something you don’t like to but that doesn’t give you permission to send me bs.

Y’ALL JUST RETURN TO YO LANES I AM SERIOUSLY PISSED I WILL AMATERATSU A BITCH TODAY

Mary, calm down. Anyway, have a god day, bye bye, enjoy your ship!

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I’ll need to draw some wolf characters for Hominus soon, so since I’m really bad at drawing wolves (and all animals without solid references actually), I did a few sketches from photos to get them in the pencil. ^^

For once I used a pencil… I mean, a real one! With wood and all…! Not a mechanical pencil nor a coloured pencil for a first step rough, just… pencil.

It might sound awkward but I think I haven’t drawn like this since 3 years or maybe more… Using coloured mines helped me a lot to progress and I still need it, but I have to admit that keeping the construction lines, as much as hearing and feeling in my fingers the “scrit scrit” of the carbon on the paper, with the mine getting rougher and rougher all along the sketch, all this was reaaally nice sensations that I actually missed… =‘)

*Happy*

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JP > Amen! X)

Giz > C’est l’avantage de la gouache, tu peux rajouter à la fin touuuut ce que tu as oublié en court de route! XD;

Aube > Hun! Merci!!! ;A;

Akyta > Merki! >v<

Plumy > Merciiiiiiii! ;////; Haha! Et nan! C’est une black en négatif en fait! X’D

Scottcarruba > Thanks a lot!