<b>me:</b> i cast wizardcraft<p/><b>dm:</b> what the fuck is that<p/><b>me:</b> it's like. its a spell that makes a wizard<p/><b>dm:</b> do you... do you need to roll for it?<p/><b>me:</b> no i just do it. there's a wizard now his name is billy<p/></p>
Soooo… I haven’t read the new chapter yet but I heard that those two were hanging out again so I took that old sketch, cleaned it up and put on some colors ( I literally draw everything on really big canvases and have about 5-7 things on each of them )
Being multi-fandom isn’t for everyone. Not everyone has to like boy groups. Not everyone has to like girl groups. People don’t have to know everything about a group to be a fan of them or their music. This is okay.
Strange waited, but Norrell continued to gaze at the book in his hand as though he were entirely at a loss as to how to proceed. “Then you must give it to me, sir,” said Strange gently.
“Yes, indeed,” said Mr Norrell. He approached Strange cautiously and held the book out for several moments, before suddenly tipping it up and off into Strange’s hand with an odd gesture, as though it was not a book at all, but a small bird which clung to him and would on no account go to any one else, so that he was obliged to trick it into leaving his hand. He was so intent upon this manoeuvre that fortunately he did not look up at Strange who was trying not to laugh.
The Story of How I Became Secret Enemy #1 of Our Local Church
Some things you need to know before we get on with the story:
1) I am a girl.
2) I am demisexual and had experienced attraction to girls.
3) I am an estranged catholic and I consider myself agnostic. My family (w/ the exception of my sister), on the other hand, are enthusiastic catholics and homophobes -_-
4) My family drags me to church every Sunday.
5) I live in the Philippines, a predominantly Christian country, with a really conservative and backwards view on everything that I care about.
6) I am too lazy to cut my nails, which means I almost always have long nails. My nails are really sharp and I lost count of how many times I accidentally cut myself on them. (What does this have to do with anything? You’ll see.)
Okay, so story time.
Last year, when we attended mass, just around the time when same-sex marriage became legalized in USA, the gospel was about a wife obeying her husband. Aside from the blatant sexism and misogyny, it also reeks of heteronormativity. As you can probably guess, I quickly became pissed – so I decided to stick my figurative middle finger up to their faces.
So what I did was that whenever we had to kneel, I slowly and discreetly carved LoveWINS with my fingernails on the church pew in front of me. It was easy to be discreet considering I had long hair at the time and all I had to do was cover my hands and face to hide what I was doing. Mass ended and I left the church feeling smug that I had literally left a mark on church property – albeit a short-lived one, because apparently, my little stunt caused panic and confusion within the members of the parish, and they scraped the varnish off the pew, making the LoveWINS less obvious. I let it go because no shit, up until now, the members of the parish are still looking for the culprit and I couldn’t be assed to deal with them.
I was happy staying low and basking in their fruitless search for their Secret Enemy #1 up until I wasn’t. In case you didn’t know, just a few days ago, Manny Pacquiao, a famous Filipino boxer and government official who’s currently running for Senate here in the Philippines, recently made a statement on how he doesn’t support same-sex marriage and how the members of the LGBTQ+ community are worse than animals. Okay, I don’t have a problem with him saying he doesn’t support same-sex marriage. That’s his view and it’s a pretty commonplace view held in the Philippines. (It doesn’t make it any less bad though.) My problem was that he called us worse than animals because apparently, animals don’t engage in homosexual behavior – which is a total lie, by the way. (And really, what, exactly, is wrong with animals???)
Of course, Pacquiao gained a significant amount of backlash for his statement and he apologized for the animal remark, but his views about same-sex marriage still remained. I, of course, was still pissed – and in a fit of pettiness, guess what I did again.
Of course, I’m aware that my petty rebellion and vandalization won’t do anything in the long run, but I’m still going to stick up for myself in every way that I possibly can.
Fight me, you assholes :)
P.S. Please do not use this story as an excuse to vandalize property that is not yours. I refuse to be held accountable for any of your actions. :)
There’s something I want to say, since I’ve had a couple of people make some comments about me reblogging old screenshots. I’m not going to call anyone out, and I’m not upset or anything but it’s something I think I should say regardless of the reason. (and this is not directed at everyone!)
I can’t take new screenshots all the time. Sometimes I want to play other games, sometimes shit happens in real life that keeps me from the computer. I enjoy taking screenshots, but if all I do is push out new ones I will get burnt out. It’s happened before. And there’s really only so many shots you can take, so many decent cutscenes where the lighting is good. Which is why I’ve been taking old shots and re-editing them today. When I take screenshots, I initiate a cutscene and immediately pause it. I move the camera around, taking a shot almost every time, let the cutscene play a little more, and then do the same. So you wind up with a decent amount of shots you have to sift through. You narrow down say, 10 shots that you like. So I open up photoshop and edit all 10. Then I narrow those down to one of two screenshots, cause I don’t want to post like ten shots of the same character in the same exact pose back to back.
I’m sorry for not pushing out any new content lately, and it will probably be another week before I really get back into it again. I have nothing but doctor’s appointments this week, one for my teeth (which will take two hours) and two for birth control, and I don’t know how I am going to feel physically after everything is over so it might be a little longer. I know that I do not make artwork, like drawing and painting, which take considerably more time than taking and editing screenshots. And I’m sorry to those of you who are telling me that you’re disappointed with me and the quality of my blog since I’ve been reblogging old shots. But I am a person dealing with my own shit too, and it would be nice if you could take that into consideration.