The animatic is almost done, but the duration is still a mystery. The good thing is the dialogues are few, which means that it won’t take me so much animating them, but the timing in the fight scenes will be so hard with the animatic and the quick sketches I’m doing.
The only thing I can say for now is that I’m so proud with the progress, even Papy looks so happy!
A couple of years ago, I wrote a piece about my natural hair journey. After watching your recent ad, I think this would be a great time to revisit it. It went a little something like this:
“Growing up, my mom always did my hair. I had the bubbles, the clips, the pigtails, the beads, the fish pigtails, (you know, one in the front of yo head and another in the back lol), braids, twists, bantu knots (better known as chiney bumps to Jamaicans). I had them all. Then my mom started to take me to her friend who braided my hair. I love the lady, but she is where my problems started. I guess once she got tired of having to do my “difficult to manage hair” she told my mom to put a kiddy perm in it so it would be easier to do. And my mom listened. I was only 8. So of course that much chemicals in my hair at such a young age, was a complete disaster. My mom only did it for about a year and then stopped. She started braiding my hair again, this time with extensions, so that my hair had protection and time to grow. Once I got to middle school, I began developing a deep sense of hate for my hair. Whenever I wore my hair out, it was above my shoulders and that for me was too short. I considered myself “bald headed”. I was actually called that too by other girls in my school. Even if I had in box braids, I was still teased for being “bald” because girls who had “good hair” didn’t wear fake hair. Of course I was obsessed with having long hair because that’s all that I saw around me. So I started to get blow outs. At this time, my hair was healthy and thick. But that didn’t last for long because it began breaking due to excessive heat and also because of the cotton scarves and hats I constantly wore. Because of that combined with the fact that every time I went to a salon, to get my hair done, stylists would make rude remarks and consistently tell me and my mother that I needed a perm, I returned back to getting them. By my own choice this time. I was 14.
My hair began falling out and in the back of my head, the hair was pretty non existent. You could literally see through my hair because it was thinning so bad. I became extremely insecure about my hair at this time. I absolutely HATED it. I would look in the mirror and just be completely disgusted. I cried A LOT. My mom, after seeing how damaged my hair was getting, took me to a Black hair care professional. She was the first Black stylist I ever went to (besides for braids). She immediately told me that my hair was over processed, which meant my previous stylist was perming my ends which is a BIG no no. Her name was Shirley and she saved my life lol. She literally nursed my hair back to health after a drastic cut (I was still getting perms). But I was still not completely happy with the thinness of my hair. So before junior year, I got a weave! My confidence was beginning to blossom when I started wearing weaves even though it wasn’t my hair. I think weaves really changed the way I thought about myself and my hair. After my first weave I stopped perming my hair. I was between weaves and braids for the next 2 years. My hair did a complete 180 and grew back really strong. When I first took out my weave and braids after 2 years, I found that I was still insecure. I still didn’t want to wash my hair in a salon because of fear of what other people would think about my natural shrinkage. I was even afraid to display my fro in front of friends and family! I thought people would only see me as nappy headed, which was negative to me. But then once I started to witness the natural hair movement and girls with hair like mine, I was so touched. Suddenly I was like “fuck this! my hair is beautiful!”. And for the first time I actually believed it. I am 20 now and I have just began embracing my natural hair. It gets tough sometimes. Most of the time I just want to rip it out and cut it off but I look back at this crazy journey and I am so proud of myself. I really think it takes time as a Black girl to learn to love your hair because there are so many people that tell you it’s ugly. We see it in movies, shows, and on magazines. We hear it from kids at school, from our own family members, our own mothers, and our own Black men. But there’s gonna be a time when you just have to tune out everyone for the sake of your own sanity. Because we “don’t have hair” when we wear weave, we’re “ghetto” when we wear braids, we’re “ugly” when we wear our natural hair, and we’re “trying to be white” when we perm our hair. We’ll never be enough for them, but who gives a shit? We have to be enough for ourselves. That’s all that matters.”
As you can see, Shea Moisture, my natural hair journey has not been a pretty one, like most Black girls. And after experiencing what I have experienced and what so many of us Black women have experienced, I am completely perplexed to how you could ever think that our “hair hate” is equal to the “hair hate” of three white women with straight, blonde and red hair. White women, who are seen as the pinnacle of beauty around the globe. I did not take you for a tone deaf, reckless, and irresponsible company. I thought that Black hair companies like you would be more than aware of white beauty standards in this country and how they are directly responsible for the internalized hatred of black features. But you are not.
You probably already know this, but Black women make up the biggest percentage of your consumers. We built you. We sustain you. Yet with this ad, you sent a clear message. We are secondary to you. We are an after thought. And I know what you were probably thinking when you casted the light skin woman with 3c curls. Diversity! amirite?! No. All you did was feed into the colorism and the hierarchy in the natural hair community. That model you chose did absolutely nothing to the Black women with 4c hair (like myself) and dark skin.
But I guess I should have known better huh? I’ve walked into Target, Walgreens, and Walmart and I have seen your products up and down the aisles. I cannot say the same for Carols Daughter or Aunt Jackie. I guess you really succeeded when you made it out of the the hair aisles in our local beauty supplies to ULTA. And maybe I should have known something was up when you started that #BreaktheWall campaign. Or maybe I should have known when you sold your company. I really should have known when nonblack friends were posting your products on snapchat for “wash day”.
What’s even more disappointing about this ordeal, is that when shit hit the fan, you showed your true colors.
You backed a misogynoiristic man who victim blamed Black women for their own assaults. Nice job. I bet your founder, Sofi Tucker, is turning in her grave.
I see what you’re doing. You’re not just expanding your market, your replacing your core foundation. We’ve got the message loud and clear.
Continue centering white women and preaching that #allhairhatematters bullshit. But Black women are done with being erased and we are no longer sitting around and waiting for anyone to acknowledge, accredit, or validate us.
In the iconic and legendary words of Robin Stokes, “a white woman can have your sorry ass”. And black woman will not be there when you come looking for us.
25/4/17 Lest We Forget. It is the first year I have managed to get right through the dawn service without a tear. Every year they sing my mum’s favourite hymn, which was sung at hers and my Grandads funeral. He too was a serviceman. Every year it brings back lots of sad memories. But they are my memories and no one can take them from me.
I don’t want to be that person who starts this thing again but today I had conversation that really pissed me off and I felt strong need to write this.
As you all probably know there was and still is strong hate about casting black actress to play Hermione. People were tweeting about it, writing on Facebook or Tumblr. Their arguments are mostly stupid and wrong but that’s not what makes me want to punch them in a face (taking after Hermione, she’s a great role model). What really makes me angry is that people are forgetting that they are hurting others by saying what they are saying. I don’t mean here just wonderful goodness known as Noma or her understudies or even any future actress that might be playing Hermione. No, I’m talking about little girls and boys, who are reading those book or watching films and want to be Hermione. She is a huge role model to them, they want to be like her. Those little girls and boys can be black, Asian, blonde etc. and they feel like they are Hermione. But then there are people who are ruing there dream by saying that somebody can’t be Hermione because that person doesn’t look like Emma Watson. This kids are reading this stuff and their dreams are ruined by idiots who obviously misunderstood whole point of Harry Potter if something like makes them angry.
Everyone can be Hermione it doesn’t matter if you’re boy or a girl, black or white, 4 years old or 50 years old. If you feel like you’re Hermione then be her, don’t look at those rude jerks.
And every person that disagrees with Hermione being black, cool your choice, you have your picture of Hermione and person next to you has it’s own picture of this character but don’t say that person can’t be Hermione because he or she isn’t what you’ve imagined.
//♥ what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you rp wise?
:// I think the worst thing to happen to me in RP was when I had a nearly three year stalker here. Back then Alexander was a King Candy Bug, and I thought after I made and began developing him as an OC they would leave me alone, but nope.
This person would take my art and use them as avatars or for their own reactions which made no sense since their ever changing muse was anything but Wreck it Ralph related.
This person was relentless and seemed to thrive off any type of interaction they received, even hate. They treated everything like a story, an RP. I couldn’t even speak with them OOC.
Everything was always in character.
This person I’ll admit, was a really good writer, but they were frustrating.
I tried everything, I tried apologizing and being nice to them, rping with them, reasoning with them. Then they started to get a little weird with me like, collecting any selfies I took and putting it on their phone and treating me like a lover, even when I established that I was and still am, seeing someone.
And when I distanced myself from them realizing that I couldn’t even be friends with them they lashed out and pissed me off even more.
So eventually it got to the point that I had a public meltdown on tumblr, calling them out.
Oh and I did try to ignore them in between all this, never worked. They would change accounts and users and themes and muses so I would end up RPing with them everytime until I recognized their writing. They never tried to hide it.
After that they still remained a thorn in my side, but eventually over time they finally must of gotten tired and just vanished.
I had another person like this but they got the message quicker and left me alone.
I have no idea why I’m so intrigued with Eric from Divergent.
Eric gazed down at the sleeping girl in his arms, he shifted pulling her closer while she sighed curling into him. How she dealt with him, he would never know but for whatever reason he was thankful. He brought his hand up, stroking her cheek frowning at the scar that marred her cheek.
“You frown too much,” He blinked, focusing on her sleepy eyes and the small grin. “You’re going to have frown lines.”
She moved impossibly closer to him, laying her head on his chest. “Why don’t you take them away from me,” His hand trailed down, her spine suggestively.
“Perv,” Her laugh sounding like bells to his ears.
“But you still put up with me,” He moved so that he was hovering above her. “Why?” He smirked grinning down at her, loving the way her hair was sprawled out across the pillows.
She grinned putting her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. She pulled him into a searing kiss, biting his lip before pulling away leaving him wanting more. “I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe.” She gazed up at him, stroking his cheek with her thumbs.
He rolled his eyes, growling out, “Are you sure that isn’t just wishful thinking?” She moved sitting up, holding the sheet to cover her glancing around his room. “Where are you going?”
“Home,” She replied, trying to move away from him, but he blocked her from moving. “It’s just sex right?” She grinned at him, trying to leave again but he refused to move.
He glared at her grin, pushing her back down on the bed. She laughed, while he hovered over her again. “You’re a pain in my ass, who do you think you are?”
“Just one of the many girls you slept with. But I suppose I should learn my place right?” She smirked, rolling out from under him, grabbing her shirt and pants pulling them on while he stared at her. “What I said isn’t wishful thinking, because beneath all of that anger and intimidation is the guy that for some unforeseen reason makes me crazy.” She sighed, pulling on her boots leaving her shirt unbuttoned so he could see the black bra and the tattoo he liked tracing at night. “Wishful thinking Eric, is believing that this is more than sex. But I can’t do it anymore, so whatever this is… it’s over. We will only need to see each other to do our duties as leaders but nothing else.”
Eric watched her stand and hover at the door as if she was waiting for him to stop her. “Lock the door on your way out.” He saw her grin slightly before she closed the door with a quiet click.
Eric’s eyes found her form, sitting next to the guy he hated the most. He watched her wave her arms around excitedly, making Four smile at her. It had been three weeks since she left, and she hadn’t bothered to make any contact with him. The more he watched her interact with Four, the more angry he got. He got up striding over to the two.
“I know this is weird, but I sometimes miss the pea pods and the chicken,” Eric heard the longing in her voice.
“Well if it isn’t two stiffs missing home, can’t cut it here anymore,” He growled out, while she glanced up at him with bored eyes.
“Two stiffs that can still kick your ass,” Eric glared over at Four, while she let out a small laugh.
“What do you need Coulter?” She murmured with the grin still on her face. She stabbed her vegtables, “Never mind that, I don’t have time for whatever you want. Four, remember I’ll be in the training room to help you and Lauren will go with the dauntless born today.”
“Of course, maybe you can kick their asses into shape,” Eric watched Four grin up at her, before she got up leaving the table. He sent one last glare towards the man before following after her.
“Y/N, we aren’t done yet,” He called out, jogging slightly grasping her forearm.
She pushed his hand off of her, yawning slightly. “Shoot then, quickly because I have things I have to get done.”
“I need you,” Eric clenched his fists, looking down at her.
Her eyes flashed dangerously, before she pushed him sending her fist flying towards his face. He blocked it, pushing the struggling girl against the wall. “Find another fuck buddy Eric.” He watched her struggle against him. “You’re an asshole.”
“Oh I’m an asshole.” He chuckled darkly hauling her over his shoulder, while others passed them looking at the feared leader and the other leader pounding on his back screaming obscenities at him. Once he was at the destination he wanted, he set her down avoiding her fists. “Knock it off… I didn’t mean I need you as just for sex.”
She rolled her eyes at him, before moving away looking around. “Right, let’s say I believe you then. What did you mean?”
He ran his hands across his face, finding it extremely hard to just spit out what he wanted to say. “I miss you. Not just the sex, I mean all of it.” She raised an eyebrow at him, before leaning against the wall. He sighed deeply, she was going to make him work for it. “I miss holding you in my arms. I miss tracing the scar on your cheek or the tattoo on your side. I miss you curling into me and feeling your warm skin under my hands. I miss waking up because your stupid hair was in my face.”
He watched her grin slightly before she turned so that her back was to him. He could see her expression in the mirror and he smirked while coming up behind her pulling her into him. “Still think what I said was wishful thinking?” She turned putting her arms over his shoulders, a smirk on her face.
His eyes narrowed at her, everything clicking into place. “You little shit. You did all of this to prove a point?” She laughed, jumping so she could wrap her legs around him.
“It got you to prove yourself wrong didn’t it? You’re not as dark as you want people to believe, but the thing is I’ll be the only one that knows it,” She kissed his cheek, trying to get out of his hold.
“So you missed out on sex, just to prove a point,” He pushed her against the wall effectively trapping her. “You deprived me of sex, to do so?”
She grinned cheekily, before tapping his cheek. “Guess so, and it looks like you’ll be deprived a little big longer, because I have to get back to work.”
Eric watched her before he set her down, leaning down to nip at her ear. “You’re going to regret that.”
“I can’t wait for the punishment then,” She winked before, she walked off purposefully swishing her hips.
Thanks for tagging me @gracebabcockwrites ! Wow I’m so surprised I never get tagged this much in such a short period of time!
Rules: answer 11 questions from the tagger, ask 11 and tag 11. (Won’t be following these rules again sorry! I love doing these though.)
1. Have you ever tried to run away?
Not really I never physically ran away from anything.
2. Are you able to move on from things easily, or do you hold on to them?
It takes me a while to move on from something. I grieve publicly with friends and maybe family for a while depending on things. At some point I try to pretend I’m fine because I can tell that people in my life get tired and annoyed of them and don’t like listening to my problems all the time especially if their the same problems.
3. What is more important to you, friendship or romantic love?
4. Has a book ever changed your life? If so, which one?
There have been several that have changed my life. There was Twilight which is the first series that I’ve actually read on my own and in my free time for fun. There’s Gone With The Wind which for me is the book that I always compare other books to and that’s why I haven’t read as much for pleasure because I’ve never found a book as good as that one. Finally there’s the Bible which has done an overall change for me in my life emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.
5. Do you have a sweet tooth?
Yes sadly I do and sometimes it’s evil lol. For my sweet tooth anything chocolate is tasty to me.
6. If you could make one fictional character real, who would it be?
I’d probably want Leslie Knope and Ron Swanson to be real just so I can see their interactions all the time.
7. What is one thing you are looking forward to?
Finishing finals and the semester.
8. Rain or sun?
Rain, it’s very soothing and it’s very good if you want to take a nap.
9. What is your favorite song?
Name by Nichole Nordeman. It’s very uplifting to me spiritually.
10. If you could have a have any super power what would it be?
To fly so I could travel the world!
11. If you could say anything to anyone without any negative consequences, who would it be and what would you say?
Do not be fake with me, do not lie to me, and do not hide from me because if you do I will find out and I will wait until you choose to tell me. If you don’t then I know where I stand with you.
People have this tendency to do this to me and I sometimes don’t get why. I may even warn them about this and they choose to not listen. So I suppose this is more of a pet peeve because I don’t like it when people do this. I really don’t it’s annoying, and another reminder for what people actually think of me.
The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone.
Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning.
All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free.
And it was gone.
Clint was gonna shoot somebody.
Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.
yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend.
recent collection of jimin and his (?) baby ft. jungkook lol (more descriptions in the captions) i’m still debating where this kid came from (eg. coz of abo, from a mysterious affair, it’s actually baby jm, legit he’s their kid, or born from a peach come down from the heavens IDK YET)
A note for all of us who feel defeated after Sessions from the Indivisible Team: This is the long game. We are going to lose a lot. We are going to get good at losing. We are going to lose cabinet votes for terrible nominees. We are going to lose bills that are offensive and appalling. But while we are losing, something else is going to happen. We are going to keep raising our voices and slowly our representatives are going to start listening to us. We’ve seen it happen.
It won’t happen because of next week’s call to action. It’ll happen over months, where you keep showing up, regularly. Then, we are going to start winning. It’ll sneak up on us. We won’t understand why we are winning. But it starts with losing in a particular way- where we raise our voices and call it out when we aren’t listened to, where we get close but not quite there.
The first 100 days of a President’s term are the honeymoon period, the moment when he’s most likely to get his agenda enacted. Trump is spending his first 100 days mired in controversy, scandal, and backbiting - and that’s because you haven’t for a moment let anyone in Washington forget just how unpopular he is.
Every time we change the narrative, every time we delay, every time there’s a newspaper story about a member of Congress avoiding his or her constituents, that’s a win. And it matters.
You have already made history. You’ve delayed the confirmation of Trump’s cabinet picks longer than any time in recent history. You stopped the gutting on the congressional ethics office. You’ve made Republicans so nervous about the repeal of the Affordable Care Act that it’s been pushed further and further down the road. You caused an uproar of historic proportions over Trump’s Muslim ban and saved lives and reunited families in the process. You’ve inspired people who have never before taken action to make their voices heard and learn how to do things like check how their members of Congress voted and call them out for it.
We’ll never even know about some of the victories - because those will be the fights that this Administration considered starting and then realized it couldn’t win.
We’re in this together. Every visit. Every call. Every loss. Every win. That’s just what friends do. #StandIndivisible