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Hello friends and pals and little kittens and small young-lings in addition to the tallest flowers that are living the adult life hello hello

everything I post from 6/24 - 7/15 will be on queue/scheduled !

The reason is I’m going to be gone on this trip out of country for 3 weeks and so updates will be slower than usual, because wifi there is unstable and I won’t be able to dedicate a lot of time here while I’m gone because of that unfortunately and I have a feeling I won’t be “home” much- that being said, I plan on having at least 2-5 posts per day minimum while I’m gone, hopefully there would be more than that rip but I definitely do not want to leave this blog dead bc this blog is my baby and I am it’s mother and I am nurturing it and taking care of it and giving it love every day but anyway that’s off topic. Yes this is my major announcement, I have been putting some stuff on queue and scheduled already, so we should be fine for the first week- at least but don’t worry I’ll figure something out huhu…

Until then, this has been, ohm-pawat’s!/’s! major announcement!

thank you for listening! ♡

- ♡  yvonne ♡

I commissioned wonderful @zippi44​ for this hehe. Inspired by Brock O’Hurn who I saw in the news and was like ‘imagine Freed doing that; tying his long ass hair into a bun while half-naked and whop he getting popular aha. So I went Brock O’Hurn ref pic hunting and… this pose was the result for the commi B) ENJOY and absolutely go commission ZIPPI, as you can see it’ absolutely worth it~


I know what you need, Cheryl, because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You’re rich, so you’ve never been held accountable. But, I’m living proof. That certainty, that entitlement, you wear on your head like a crown? It won’t last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or, maybe, that reckoning is now.  And, maybe, that reckoning is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherylbombshell, my specialty’s ice.

Now, after eight years of attempted compromise and relentless disrespect in return, we are moving into darker times. Healthcare will change for the worse, especially for those of us in need. Criminalization will expand, with bigger prisons filled with penalized bodies – poor, black, brown, queer and trans people. People will probably be targeted because of their religion. Queer and trans people expect to have their rights infringed upon.

The one simple lesson to draw from President Obama’s legacy: do not start off with a compromise. They won’t meet you in the middle. Instead, what we need is an unapologetic progressive leader.

We need someone who is unafraid to be criticized, since you will inevitably be criticized. We need someone willing to face all of the vitriol, hatred and dogged determination of those opposed to us. Our opponents will not support us nor will they stop thwarting the march toward a just system that gives people a fighting chance to live. Our lives are at risk – especially for immigrants, Muslim people and black people.

We need to stop asking them to give us our rights. We need to stop hoping that our systems will right themselves. We need to actually take the reins of government and fix our institutions. We need to save lives by making change at every level.

yall i did say that i am going to talk about the clarke/monty confrontation that takes place in the middle of the ep at some point, but can we take a moment and appreciate their first scene together? the way monty observes clarke and registeres that something else is going on with her besides her worrying over the hunting party (especially bellamy) going radio silent (look how my monty signals to her that he knows something is up by tipping his arm against hers)

the way clarke goes “mmmphf”, because she is not the best at expressing herself, but she also really wants to get this feeling off her chest

so she takes a deep breath

and tells him how she feels

and like. she is so conflicted about her presence in one place and absence in another, feeling pretty hopeless about the situation overall and completey out of place (she just wants to save everyone yall), so you see her distress written all over her face. but monty feels confident that the others will get the job done - even when she voices her worry that they have to get it done before the radiation arrives - and comforts her; basically tells her that they need her here.

and long story short: look at her cute, small smile at the end of the scene.

super short lived moment between them, but i really love their friendship ok ok? this moment stood out to me. thank you very much.

not-so-big PSA thingy

hey y’all we lost our internet connection for three whole days and my blog was living off the queue; Graduation’s coming up this Sunday as well as zine/comic submissions and overdue commissions/stickers I really need to work on, so things have been piling up :((

with that said I’m taking this as a sign that I need to go on a semi-hiatus until I finish a decent chunk of work and things settle down!

I might come by here periodically but mostly to queue things and post if ever I end up streaming commissions. Asks might not be answered and chats not replied so I don’t overload myself, at least until early June ;u;

Thank you all for the patience and support!

placentalmammal  asked:

Does the human operator have veto power over the bot? If it pulls an inappropriate or nsfw picture, does the human operator pull it from the queue before it goes live?

Hi, human operator here:

That’s a very good question!

tl;dr: yes, of course we have veto power over the bot. 

I’ve put a lot of effort into making sure the bot won’t post anything inappropriate - I have a blacklist of words, phrases, and Commons categories that any post is compared against before it’s uploaded to try and block anything offensive or inappropriate before it gets to tumblr and twitter, and I keep adding stuff to the blacklist to improve it when needed.

But sometimes the filtering fails, and that’s where I (and the other moderator) come in. The way this bot works is that it posts both to twitter and tumblr. Twitter doesn’t have a queue, so stuff is posted there immediately, and tumblr has a queue so stuff in tumblr gets added to the queue. If we see the bot has posted anything shitty, we delete it from both twitter and tumblr, but sometimes we’re too late (since the bot posts every few hours, and we’re not monitoring it 24/7) and then we have to delete it after it goes public on tumblr, which is always an embarrassment.

This bot has been here for more than a year, and the strict filtering worked rather well so far in this time frame - the amount of inappropriate posts we had to delete was extremely small, just 2 or 3 posts if I remember correctly.

There’s a downside to the filtering system, and that is that it sometimes has “false positives”, meaning sometimes it’ll filter out things that are not offensive by mistakes, and some good posts are lost this way. This is a tradeoff we have to make, though, because I wouldn’t want picdescbot to offend anyone. sometimes I go through the log of filtered stuff and post stuff from it manually if it’s not actually offensive.

If you’re interested in learning more about this kind of thing, I recommend reading this excellent article: “How to Make a Bot That Isn’t Racist“



1. Brutally beats her brother, only stopping because she got tired (this is in the script).

2. Yells at her brother about lashing out and people getting hurt because of it the very next episode. 

3. Disables Pike purposely, which endangers the lives of everyone in the tower who is not an ALIE!Zombie. 

4. Murders Pike for revenge. 

5. Cuts off a kid’s head for….reasons, I guess?

6.  Tells her brother the only reason she didn’t kill him is because he’s family.

7. Allows a mob in to attack Ilian and then attempts to shoot him, only failing because “Dramatic trauma memory”.

8. Kills 2 people (who sure attacked her first, but she definitely went overboard with the head smashing.)


1. Kills her brother in a Conclave that she was forced to participate in as a child (and yes, in 4x10 they tried to make Luna out to be a bad guy because she killed her brother because she wanted to live, but….wanting to live isn’t a bad thing!!!). 

2. Runs away and tries her best to live peacefully on her ocean rig away from everyone else. 

3. Only fights to save Adria from being murdered by Derek. 

4. Seeks out the Arkadians to get help for Adria and her clan as they die from ARS. 

5. After her entire clan dies and they realize she is radiation resistant, allows the Arkadians to take numerous samples of her blood for testing (taking so much that Jackson has to tell Abby she needs a break).

6. Volunteers her bone marrow for reproduction of Nightblood. 

7. When she no longer wants to participate, is forcibly knocked unconscious and harvested.

8. Finally gets fed up with all of the hate/violence/pain and decides to fight back.

And for some reason, the writer’s really thought it would be a good idea to have Octavia Blake tell Luna kom Floukru that she didn’t deserve to live?!


a fluffy ficlet because daddy!robron is my ~thing and jacob needs more love…

He’s had meetings until late and there was a crash just outside of Leeds so he doesn’t make it back until gone nine. The lights are all off and the door’s been locked so he creeps in quietly, ready to slip out of his shoes and head straight upstairs.

Only, he can hear the telly muttering quietly in the living-room, and there’s a faint glow coming through the stained glass window. He heels off his brogues and pads carefully down the hallway before easing open the door.

Aaron’s flat on his back across the sofa, one arm behind his head and the other resting carefully across their son who has curled into a comma against Aaron’s ribs. They’re both asleep, Aaron breathing deeply, Jacob snuffling as his rosy mouth pouts in an almost-kiss.

The sight of it is enough to bring Robert to his knees, and he does so, dropping down onto the floor beside them and just watching as they both dream peacefully together.

My boys, he thinks and there’s a warm ache in his chest that encompasses so much more than he could ever decipher. Layer upon layer of feeling, exposed like the frayed end of a cable, sparking and jolting through him. He presses fingertips to his mouth, feels his eyes welling up without mercy, and has to blink furiously to keep the tears at bay. He won’t cry, it would only wake them and he won’t ruin this.

But it takes everything he has to gulp down on the hard lump lodged deep in his throat, keep breathing evenly through his nose when all he wants to do is curl around them both, bury his face into the crook of Aaron’s neck and sob.

It’s happiness, he knows. Or something more vast and complex than that but still good. It’s wonderment and disbelief. It’s exhilaration and relief and sheer, raw joy that this is his and he is theirs. They form an unending circle, this jigsaw puzzle family with its lid missing and all the pieces jumbled up. But they’ve managed to fit themselves together somehow, and the picture might not be the one he had envisaged, but it’s the better for it.

It’s what he needed. They are what he needed. And he can’t help but think that someone, somewhere, orchestrated this miracle into being. He’s not religious, he’s not superstitious, but it gives him some sense of peace to think that someone saw what he was missing and placed it into his arms.

Aaron wrinkles his nose, a dream gone sour perhaps, but his face eases out into calm again a moment later and Robert gently brushes a hand across his hair. He stirs, blinks his eyes open and then smiles instantly. It’s like dawn breaking.

“You’re back,” Aaron whispers, a little hoarse but evidently pleased. Robert nods, feels that overwhelming sense of emotion returning and has to look a way for a second, compose himself. When he turns back, he places a hand on top of Aaron’s where it rests across Jacob’s warm, soft back.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he replies but Aaron shakes his head, expecting it. You know me too well, Robert thinks fondly.

“I’ll get a crick in my neck if  I lie here much longer,” he explains then eases himself up into a sitting position, Jacob still cradled against him, undisturbed. “Bed?” he suggests and Robert nods, opens his arms and smiles when Aaron gently passes the baby over. Jacob mewls for a moment and then settles, happy to be back in the safety of someone’s arms, and Robert presses his lips to the warm crown of Jacob’s head before standing.

“Did it go all right?” Aaron asks quietly as they make their way up the winding staircase. The nursery is shrouded in darkness and Robert gently eases Jacob down into his cot. The baby frowns, wriggles under his blankets, but mercifully stays sleeping.

“It was fine. Just good to be back, you know?”

Aaron gives him an answering look which Robert reads immediately and then pulls him in for a soft, sweet kiss. They won’t take it further, not tonight, not when Robert’s dead on his feet and Aaron’s eyes are already drooping. But it’s enough. More than enough. It’s everything Robert could want.

There really is no place like home.

The signs as things Monkey D Luffy said :
  • Aries : "I refuse your refusal."
  • Taurus : " I decided long ago that I'm going to be King of the Pirates... and if I die trying, then at least I tried."
  • Gemini : "Are we friends ? Or are we foes ? That kind of thing you decide for yourselves !"
  • Cancer : "Being lonely is more painful than getting hurt."
  • Leo : "Without you, I won't... I can't... become the pirate king !!!"
  • Virgo : "I know that I need others to help me if I want to keep on living !"
  • Libra : "Why the hell should I listen to you ?"
  • Scorpio : "What God would try to destroy everything ?!"
  • Sagittarius : "When you're hungry, eat."
  • Capricorn : "You want to keep everyone from dying? That's naive. It's war, people die."
  • Aquarius : " I don't want to conquer anything. I just think the guy with the most freedom in this whole ocean... is the Pirate King !"
  • Pisces : *about alliance* "It's like being friends, isn't it ?"