tell me youre proud

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The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
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I’m in deep shit and I’ll tell you why. 

I am the type of parent that pranks my kids. Like, nothing that’s going to cause tears. Nothing traumatizing. But we joke around a lot and it’s par for the course that you check your shoes before you put them on and the faucet doesn’t have a rubber band on it before you turn on the kitchen tap. The usual.

But this prank, the one they just pulled on me? It shook me. They hid all my books. LIke, the sheer logistics of it is amazing. The books were two deep in these cubbies. It’s a good, solid prank. Especially for starters. I thought, good on them

I was amused, bordering proud, when I looked on my night stand. 

What’s that? One more book? Huh.

Everything about this is beautiful. The irony in that the book thief was the only book left. The cleverness of using a bookmark. The we are anonymous type signature. Her haunted look, like she knows where your books are.

Let me tell you, I have never been more proud, and if they continue to apply themselves like this, more scared.

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Kuroo from @eicinic‘s Superman AU. 
Because Gin is amazing and deserves all the Kuroos in the world (so he better save it).


I’ve been listening to this song a lot while drawing, and I think the first verse is awfully fitting

There’s a war we can’t ignore, waging silence on our lives
We will overcome, let the cowards run and hide

We were born to take it back
This is revelational

I am not afraid

– Dillon Francis - Love in the Middle of a Firefight

Scorbus Poems

I was really sad not to have time to write a birthday fic for the amazing @ohscorbus, but while I was talking to my dad about my predicament, he joked that I should write some Scorbus haikus. I don’t think he expected me to think it was a brilliant idea. So without further ado, here are some Scorbus haikus, and a bonus limerick because why not. (Trying to find rhymes for Scorpius is really hard, in case anyone’s interested). 

Just a note: If any of the haikus are incorrect I apologise. I counted all the syllables multiple times but I have been known to miscount. 

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The Signs as All This Bad Blood by Bastille
  • ARIES: Things We Lost in the Fire // I was the match and you were the rock, maybe we started this fire? We sat apart and watched all we had burned on the pyre
  • TAURUS: Overjoyed // Oh I feel overjoyed, when you listen to my words, I see them sinking in, oh I see them crawling underneath your skin
  • GEMINI: Weight of Living part i // There's an albatross around your neck, all the things you've said and the things you've done, can you carry it with no regrets, can you stand the person you've become?
  • CANCER: Sleepsong // Oh you go to sleep on your own, and wake each day with your thoughts, and it scares you being alone, it's a last resort
  • LEO: Laura Palmer // Summer evening breezes blue, drawing voices deep from you, lead by a beating heart, what's the air and what's the night, what terrifying final sights, put out your beating heart
  • VIRGO: Haunt // The wisdom we learn, as our minds they do burn, all the ties to naivety and youth, as adults we'll grow and maturity shows, oh the terrifying rarity of truth
  • LIBRA: Poet // Your body lies upon the sheets, of paper and words so sweet, I can't say the words, so i wrote you into my verse, now you live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages
  • SCORPIO: Of the Night // Won't you teach me how to love and learn? There'll be nothing left for me to yearn, think of me and burn and let me hold your hand
  • SAGITTARIUS: The Silence // Tell me a piece of your history that you're proud to call your own, speak in words you picked up as you walked through life alone, we used to swim in your stories and be pulled out by their ride, choking on the words and drowning with no air inside
  • CAPRICORN: Skulls // When our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave, and hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms, I'll be buried here with you, and I'll hold in these hands all that remains
  • AQUARIUS: The Draw // Are you drifting way beyond what's normal, 'cause round your mind rings the words that they would say, and when you go home, everything looks different, and you're scared of being left behind
  • PISCES: Laughter Lines // I'll see you in the future when we're older, and we are full of stories to be told, crossing my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines

anonymous asked:

Hi mam i was just wondering WHY would you say Trans dad when you are biologically a female your chromosomes consist of two X chromosomes so please just reconsider yourself.

Hello!
Let me start off by saying that I have reconsidered myself. Quite often, actually! Every time I think about it, I become more comfortable in my identity as a transgender man.

I have a few things I would like to talk about with you.
Firstly, how do you know I was biologically female? Or that I have 2 X chromosomes? If you delve deeper into biological sex and chromosomes, you will find that it’s far more difficult than just XX or XY. Some people have three chromosomes, some have one. Some have XX, some have YY. Some people have XX chromosomes and develop male sex organs, or vice versa. It is inconsiderate, irresponsible, and frankly ignorant of you to have almost no understanding of biological sex. Do your research before you make a fool of yourself.

That being said, yes, I am biologically female. That is my sex. I encourage you to do us all a favor and look up the definitions of sex and gender. They’re actually quite different! Sex is biological factors, typically to do with chromosomes. Gender is a social construct that is entirely about expression. That is why I am a trans man. My sex is female, my gender is male. It’s as simple as that!

Lastly, I urge you to reconsider YOURSELF. I am happy as I am, and I don’t need to hide under the cowardice of anonymity to tell someone I disagree with them or their views. I am intensely curious as to what you think you will gain from sending a rather rude message anonymously to a person you have never talked with before. If you’d like to come off of anonymous, I encourage you to send me a private message. I would be more than happy to talk with you about this issue, as I know it is confusing and it might be too complicated to wrap your head around.

I do hope you reach out to me. Prove to me and my 2,500 adopted kids that you are not as ignorant as you come off as.
Love,
Mason Parker, also known as Trans Dad

TO MY KIDDOS:
I hope you never let people like this get the best of you. This person isn’t brave like you are; you share your identity, your hopes, your fears, and more with me, anonymously or not. You tell me your names and you make me so proud of your courage and perseverance. You come here looking for a community and looking for help, and you end up becoming a beacon of hope for so many.
This person isn’t brave enough to tell me anything about themselves, or even be willing to have a conversation.
I am so proud of each and every one of you! Always take things step by step and go through life with the grace these people don’t show you.
Love always,
Dad

hello loves! to mark the official start of summer, i’d like to celebrate you guys! the amount of support i have on this blog makes me feel so happy and comfortable - thank you to everyone for supporting me ♥..
i thought it would be fun to do blog rates and name aesthetics!  

  • this is for my lovely followers / mutuals (must be following me)
  • reblog this post, likes count as bookmarks!
  • send me an ask off anon with 💫  for a blog rate / name aesthetic! tell me something about yourself / what you’re proud of / what your favorite thing in the world is. i’d be happy to read anything at all ; i want to get to know you guys better!
  • if you’re a side blog, please mention your main in the tags (:
  • ends july 30th: blog rates will be tagged #latteblogrates: you can blacklist if you’d like, i don’t want to spam your dash! ♥

sorry, this is so late! jet lag really exhausted me, i was sleeping all day
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Dear Cat,

Three lines.

One night of the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced and I wake up to cool sheets that still smell of you and three lines on my nightstand?

I’m holding it in my hands because it’s the only way I can be sure it wasn’t all a dream.  I am overwhelmed by my memories.  My fingertips and lips still tingle at the thought of you.

This is the part where I admit that you were right.  I was being overprotective, or hesitant or maybe it was my own insecurity using you as an excuse.  You told me you were ready and I took your choice away.  Thank Rao you are Cat Grant and you don’t let anyone make your decisions for you.

But I must say… you undersold yourself, Catherine.  Miss ‘Pillow Queen of All Media’ turns out to be the exact opposite.  

As I sit here, sipping that recommended Gatorade, I find myself analysing the few words you left me this morning.  As adept as I thought I was at reading you through the lines of your pen (or, well, mine. Is it weird how much I like that you used my pen?)  I find myself unsure.  Your handwriting is rushed, hurried.  Maybe you lingered too long before leaving my bed, or maybe you wrote it as an afterthought.  The flourish in your signature tells me you are confident and proud.  I guess I find myself searching for proof that last night wasn’t just a means to prove me wrong.  What I really want to know is… are you happy, Cat?   Do you feel as happy as I do now?  As full and bright and electric?

You left your cane, by the way.  It’s still on my couch, where you tossed it carelessly before shoving me against my wall.  I’ll keep it safe for you, but that injured leg didn’t cause you any problems last night.  Something tells me you don’t need it anymore.

I’ll come to you as soon as I can get away again.  Until then…

“I burn, I pine, I perish.”

104th Squad + Vets and their Hogwarts house.

A/N: This was low key a challenge for me because so many characters have various traits from different houses. But anyways, if you’re a Harry Potter fan tell me your house. I’m a proud member of Slytherin. 🐍

Eren: lmfao Gryffindor obviously

Mikasa: Gryffindor

Armin: Ravenclaw. Is that even a question?

Jean: Slytherin w Gryffindor qualities

Marco: PURELY HUFFLEPUFF

Reiner: Gryffindor for his bravery

Bertholdt: Hufflepuff

Annie: Slytherin

Sasha: Gryffindor

Connie: Hufflepuff w Gryffindor qualities

Erwin: Gryffindor wtf

Levi: Slytherin

Mike: Gryffindor

Nanaba: Ravenclaw

Hanji: Ravenclaw with Gryffindor qualities 

If you blame Native American communities for their poverty, remember that the entire continent was stolen from them.
If you blame Black American communities for their relative poverty, remember that Black Americans were stolen from a continent, trafficked, and enslaved for nearly 300 years.
Tell me again about how your family ‘started from nothing’ when they immigrated. Didn’t they start from whiteness? Seems like a pretty good start.
The American Dream required dual genocides, but tell me again about fairness and equal opportunity. Tell me about democracy, modeled after the Iroquois Confederacy. Tell me your proud heritage, and I will show you the violence that made it so.
—  Kim Katrin Crosby

anonymous asked:

Louis was getting drunk watching Eurovision like every European and passive aggressively texting Harry "can't believe I almost missed this for your show, WHEN WILL YOU HAVE GORILLAS AND HORSE MASKS HAROLD" and then feeling bad 0.001 seconds later and sending 20 messages in a row "kill them babe" "you're gonna smash it" "ride that mic stand make me proud"

“tell all your knock-knock jokes, be the amazing stand-up comedian i know you are and make kevin hart clutch his pearls”

Runaway: Jon Snow X Reader

Request: Prompt # 22: “RUN!”

Warnings: Ramsay. Just saying. Feels. Death of a character. Battles. Pain. Just real sad.

Originally posted by kingcrow-snow

You held Rickon Stark’s hand tight as Ramsay tugged you along. You whimpered, falling to your knees but Rickon picked you up before Ramsay could notice.

“We are almost home Y/N.” He sighed, “Almost with Jon and Sansa.”

  Jon and Sansa…. Jon and Sansa couldn’t win the war. You thought to yourself. They don’t have enough men and their claim is gone. He’ll kill Jon horribly and just treat Sansa a million times worse.

Jon….

Oh how I miss Jon.

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