this shit better actually post this time

anonymous asked:

I was waiting for someone to send you the "not all Christians" message, so predictable. As with any group (Christians, men, you know, those types of groups) when you post something calling a section of them out for their shit the rest are like "but not all of us though". No, not all of you, but enough of you to actually make it noticeable. Rather than being all "not all of us" why don't they start educating the rest of their group, so it's none of them. That would be better. Sorry for the rant.

EXACTLY! Honestly I was waiting for it too. 🙄 And do they realize that they are the ones generalizing that people are generalizing? No. Most of the time people know what subsets of the “main group” people are calling out.

Not really in the mood for ecchi mangas rn but I’m bored af, let’s see how bad this is gonna be-

Wait- so THE LADY ARMOR IS ACCURATE AND DOESN’T DO THE BOOB-ARMOR STYLE?! HELLO YES YOU HAVE MY ATTENTIO- no wait I’m not falling for that, could be like that one time with the anime lady’s basketball and have ““cutesy”“ weak moves and no actual powerful action-

*wheezes* ok you have 90% of my attention-

HELLO YES, NOW (combining the points from the previous statement) YOU HAVE



anonymous asked:

Any opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents?

OOF. So I’m actually halfway into the first chapter of a secretdad!Nursey fic so I have a lot of dad!Nursey thoughts, but I actually had to put some thought into dad!Dex opinions, and then a good amount of thought into the combination of Dex/Nursey as parents! That said, do I have opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents? 


  • So first off: the way these boys were brought up has a Big Impact on how they are as parents.
    • Nursey was raised by two moms who loved him to pieces and let him be soft and feminine when he wanted to be and were hugely affectionate when they were there, but who also traveled a lot for work. Dex was raised by parents who also worked a lot, but who were almost always stressed about money–and he felt that stress really young and learned to internalize it. They both love their parents, but they also both picked up a lot from their parents–both “what to do” and “what not to do”.
  • That said:

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Humans are weird

Ok, getting on the humans are weird bandwagon….

It surprises me that we haven’t talked about the most obvious thing: humans imagine things. Humans outright make shit up. (Like these posts?) Human stories often aren’t retellings of things that actually happened. Art often isn’t a depiction of true events. Humans - for want of a better word - humans sublimate. They transform their experiences into outlandish non-reality for each others’ amusement.

It takes forever for first contact to start because the aliens planning it keep getting confused by first radio, then television. Some of these depictions can’t be possible - but which ones? The first time War of the Worlds reaches the Kuiper belt, someone panics and has to double check that a more aggressive group hasn’t actually invaded.

After humans are finally integrated into galactic culture, some issues crop up.

“Did you clean the waste facility?” the Janitorial Supervisor asks.

“Well, I would have,” the human starts, then proceeds to tell an outrageous story about a cleaning bot with a knife strapped to its back which has the entire crew searching the ship for hours. The entire crew except for the humans.

The Captain finds the humans “searching” the self-poisoning cabinet in one of the crew quarters.

“Oh my god,” the First Officer says, on seeing the Captain’s dust-speckled upper ears. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you really fell for that. Stabby is a cryptid, Harold!”

The Captain’s name is not Harold, but that is another, even longer story.

The Captain exhales. “What is a cryptid?”

The assistant medical officer sits up straighter, his drink sloshing dangerously. The Captain has learned what “a gleam in his eye” means and how to detect it. They sit, resigned. There’s no escaping now.

An hour later, the Captain explains the concept of cryptids in considerably less detail to the embarrassed and confused Supervisor. Along with the concept of lying.

“But how do you know the difference?” the Supervisor asks, wringing their tentacles in mixed embarrassment and worry.

“Find another human,” the Captain advises. “Check for signs of mirth.”

This turns out to be prescient, because on their next planetary stop, two of the human field officers come running back into the base camp, out of breath and without the rest of their scouting team.

“Nasty buggers with teeth!” one gasps. Though the other officers appear skeptical, the Captain glances at the First Officer, who is already setting down her meal and grabbing her favorite flamethrower. The assistant medical officer yanks his kit straps over his shoulders, face grim.

“Arm yourselves,” the Captain tells the rest.

It takes about four hours, but they get everyone back more or less intact. The humans change the sign in the rec room on the ship to read: “Us: 6, Them: 0″. There is a ritual raising of liquor-filled glasses, even by the injured who are forbidden self-poisoning. The Captain begins temporary hibernation very relieved that humans are so willing to count other species as “us”.

When they ask the First Officer about it two cycles later, the First Officer looks confused, then knowing.

“My great grandmother remembers when you first showed up. They picked your people for first contact for a reason, didn’t they?”

“We look the most like you.”

“Yeah, well, that was a bad call. Gran says humans debated for months whether or not you were just other humans with good prosthetic makeup.”

The Captain blinks at this. “Most peoples are shocked and upset to learn the rest of the sentient universe does not share their appearance. Wait.” They pause. “Is that why we had so many applicants for the Janitorial position?”

The First Officer ignores that, as she usually does when the Captain doesn’t really want to know the answer.

“Do you know why cryptids exist? Why horror and violence and monsters exist in our stories?” she asks instead.

The Captain twitches both sets of ears ‘no’. “It seems unnecessary to frighten yourselves over things that don’t exist.”

“But nasty buggers with teeth do exist, even if we haven’t met them yet,” she says grimly. “And we were ready, weren’t we?”

It’s true. The humans on board have been terrifyingly adaptable, even in their violence.

The Captain feels their way carefully. “You think about things that don’t exist… sometimes even things that distress and terrify you… so that you can be ready when you face real things that distress and terrify you?”

“See, this is why you’re the Captain, Harold.” The First Officer slaps their shoulder hump cheerfully, careful to avoid the spines. “And better yet, we share the things we imagine with each other. It’s like a mental vaccine.”

“And it works?”

“Eh, sometimes. It’s not perfect. Sometimes we don’t mark our vaccines properly, or don’t realize we’re adding things we didn’t mean to. Some of them have a bad effect on some people, for various reasons. But we joined the galactic community in less than a generation. Has any other species ever done that?”

“You imagined us before you met us.”

“Now you’re getting it.”


  • dean is the grumpiest bf ever omg 
  • cas so sessy ooohhhhh 
  • i like to imagine the lady vessel for cas actually has a super high pitched voice and cas just isn’t good with human vocal control
  • sam and dean: *spend a good 20 minutes not basically almost dying but get right back to it* 
  • i’m so happy that i watch spn alone because the amount of times i’ve squeaked “OHHH, CAS” is embarrassing 

what i learned: i’m a filthy shipper but i’m not sure what else i was supposed to gain from the episode???

ocean man, take me by the hand lead me to the land,

anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. The latter two links also allow you to follow my progress in writing a whole actual book. Thrilling.

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i was gonna make a post saying “au where trans percy doesnt come out until halfway thru pjo or even hoo but then i realized that percy jackson has been through way too much shit and does NOT deserve to be fighting monsters and shit, being forced into wild quests by gods, AND at the same time trying to transition like. imagine fighting a monster and the monster calls percy a girl and he’s just like "actually im trans, im a dude” and the monster is just like “oh man, my bad. anyways, PREPARE TO DIE, SON OF POSEIDON” “much better thank you” “of course”

Fact: villain or hero/villain ships took over the Star Wars fandom at the same time as the cast of Star Wars becoming more diverse (and those villain or hero/villain ships are entirely white).

Also fact: those two things are related, which is proven when you look at other diverse works of fiction (or even any where there is a token poc who is the white lead’s love interest) and you find the exact same shit going on.

“It has nothing to do with racism!” is not an argument you can make.

“Umm, but, actually! There used to be smaller, much, much smaller villain and hero/villain ships before!” is not an argument.

Having internalized racism and refusing to try to better yourself means you’re a terrible person.

So, @Reylos, @Kyluxes, @Jynnics, and @other Rogue One villain ship shippers, it’s time to get out of the denial phase and start dealing with your problems.

overwatch characters as D&D 5e


Mercy: Life Cleric, successfully resists the urge every day to just not prepare any healing spells for a day and see what the rest of the party does.

Lucio: Lore Bard, knows the cantrip Vicious Mockery but almost never uses it because it’s too mean.

Symmetra: Abjuration Wizard, her favorite spell is Dimension Door and she uses it frequently and to great effect.

Zenyatta: Devotion Paladin, buffs his teammates by giving them sage advice about life.

Ana: Hunter Ranger, likes to put all sorts of nifty poisons and sleep agents on her arrows. 


Reinhardt: Battle Master Fighter, the kind of Lawful Good that gives Lawful Good a good name.

Zarya: Eldritch Knight Fighter, her favorite spells are Absorb Elements and Absurdly Large Crossbow.

D.Va: Champion Fighter, likes to tease her opponents by doing acrobatics stunts in the middle of combat.

Winston: Totem Warrior Barbarian, everybody is surprised by this, which he uses to tactical advantage.

Roadhog: Champion Fighter, he owns actual weapons and knows how to use them but throwing chairs is more fun.


Junkrat: Wild Magic Sorcerer, embraces all the weird shit and backfires of wild magic surges with maniacal laughter.

Bastion: Champion Fighter, favors ranged weapons and aims to kill in one shot so it doesn’t have time to hurt.

Widowmaker: Assassin Rogue, favors ranged weapons and aims to kill in one shot because it’s more satisfying.

Mei: Circle of the Land (Arctic) Druid, likes to sleep with the room cold and everybody thinks she’s crazy for it.

Torbjorn: Circle of the Moon Druid, has a whole posse of awakened plants and beasts that go into battle with him.

Hanzo: Beast Master Ranger, his animal buddy is a giant poisonous snake that thinks it’s small enough to chill around one of his arms.


Genji: Shadow Monk, is equally likely to use his shadow stepping for pranks as actual combat.

Reaper: Fiend Warlock, enjoys using the Hurl Through Hell ability just a little too much and if it wasn’t so powerful people would complain about it.

Soldier: 76: Battle Master Fighter, the kind of person you think of when you think of “Chaotic Lawful”.

McCree: Hunter Ranger, generally a good guy but sometimes his shady-ass skill set makes you wonder.

Pharah: Eldritch Knight Fighter, favorite tactic is to cast Fly on herself and then bring death from above with her bow.

Tracer: Transmutation Wizard, known for her cheery attitude in battle and deadly combo of Haste, Misty Step, and Magic Missile.

Sombra: Thief Rogue, likes to do solo sneaking which people would complain about if she wasn’t so good at making it easier for them to follow her.

Edit: Please please for the love of god ask me questions about why I picked the classes/subclasses I did and how I would build these characters and what spells and feats I would pick and how I would build parties with them please let me geek at you about D&D and Overwatch.

Edit: Wow I really wish there was a better way to reply to replies! But this basically came about because I saw a post about how 90% of Mercy mains absolutely hate their teams all the time.

I don’t actually play Overwatch, but I’m a slut for the lore and in D&D I play a lot of healers - your clerics, bards, and druids. And what I have learned is that like yeah healing the other people in your party is cool but man you want to blow shit up too instead of spending all your time/spell slots keeping your party upright when this was a shitty plan to begin with. So it started with Mercy Is The Life Cleric Who Resists The Urge To Not Prepare Healing Spells and then it all went downhill from there lmao.

Scarecrow’s brand of Self-Care

(Inspired by @thepigeonqueen‘s post.)

  • Pamper that lanky scarecrow body with Burlap Bath Bombs
  • Spoil yourself: Spend all of your money on books instead of food and other necessities. At least you’ve got rare a 1st edition copy of Ulysses!
  • Teach yourself how to sew. Bonus points of you only use jute and burlap 
  • Feeling down? Use your army of corvids to wreak havoc upon your enemies, and maybe friends too. No one is safe. 
  • Challenge yourself to create a new Fear Toxin. Breathe in the fumes to feel extra relaxed™.
  • Lie down in the middle of a cornfield and let the hot Georgia sun soak in.
  • Dancing helps to relieve stress, especially when it’s violent dancing.
  • Create the most terrifying costume possible with aforementioned sewing abilities. It’s extra spooky if you actually sew your lips.
  • Attend church to get in touch with the Holy Spirit. Then burn it down. It’s what Great Granny would’ve wanted.
  • Watch a marathon of horror movies and critique them, because you could do it better. You are the Lord of Fear after all.
  • Eat homemade Pumpkin Pie for breakfast because you can.
  • Never sleep, spend all your time researching or spreading fear.
real quick

i don’t really do a lot of ranting on this site because in the end opinions are opinions and things rarely get changed, but this topic has been bothering me for some time now and i just need to get this out there. (caution: includes triggering language about sexual assault, mental illness, etc.)

90% of the population is shitting on thirteen reasons why and its popularity. it frustrates me endlessly because we finally have a series that actually accurately represents mental illness, which is something that we’ve been whining about how we wanted it so much for so long—and now that we have it, we downplay it and make memes out of it and just plain disrespect it. I’m not claiming that the characters, namely Hannah, were perfect characters. And this is what made them so human and real: the fact that they weren’t perfect, the fact that their reasoning was poor, the fact that they were pretty fucking problematic each in their own ways. if you identify as mentally ill, chances are, you don’t think you’re perfect at all. so why do you expect these characters to be? as a mentally ill person, i acknowledge that i’m not perfect in any way.

personally, i think witnessing rape, being raped, and being belittled when you actually reach out for help, are significant reasons when it comes to considering suicide (disclaimer: i’m not condoning or encouraging suicide). but to you jackasses out there who keep saying that her reasons sucked, you’re literally ignorant. you just are.

the thing that people need to realize is the common knowledge that depression can be triggered by anything. i thought we all had this concept wired down but then this series came out and everyone started freaking out so clearly we don’t. you do not need to live a super incredibly shitty life to be clinically depressed. you can have access to food, a roof over your head, and a pretty overall decent life and still be depressed. it is a chemical imbalance in your brain. and yet, here we have people saying she killed herself for shitty reasons. i cannot stress this enough. PEOPLE WERE ASSHOLES TO HER AND SHE WAS ALL ALONE. SHE WAS DEPRESSED. YOU DO NOT NEED A FUCKING WARRANT FOR DEPRESSION.

now, on another note, imagine if 13rw were much less popular. we would have people on this site ranting and complaining about how nobody’s talking about this eye-opening show. but since it is popular, everyone feels threatened by that popularity. and as a defense mechanism, they joke about it and shoot it down. they don’t want something like this getting popular. 13 reasons why makes you uncomfortable. why? because you are a part of the problem. even if you don’t consider yourself to be a direct bully. you wanting this show to be belittled is nothing but evidence that you know you are a shit person towards others and you don’t want to think about how you could easily be a Justin or a Jessica or an Alex, and you could easily be the reason someone wants to die.

agree or disagree. i won’t respond to stupid replies that aren’t backed by actual facts. bye.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm sorry if this has been asked before but what software do you use to animate? And how do you do it? I want to animate myself but I have no idea how to start

I work in Harmony/ ToonBoom 

I’m actually a Junior animation major at the Columbus College of Art and Design. I go on campus to do my animation assignments because I don’t have Harmony (that shits expensive) on my laptop and I like working on a Cintiq better. 

for a beginner animator I would actually suggest starting traditional! go out and buy a stack of post-it-notes and make flip books. This is an exercise we do all the time usually at the beginning of a semester. with that you can do more traditional 2D or go more experimental 

 This video is probably one of the most helpful and basic explanation to making an animation look good! I’ve probably seen it about 5 million times in classes

Kindly fuck off

posting so much hate in the usuk tag. This tag is my safe place if I’ve had a shitty day I know I can come to this tag and see some gay shit and it will automatically make me feel better. Not only is the hate annoying and unnecessary, but it’s also a waste of time. Seeing people run hate blogs makes me realize that I’ve actually done things that matter in life. In conclusion please stop tagging the ships that you hate on, like really people are super annoyed

What if the gods told Ardyn after the betrayal and his execution something like “that’s rough buddy but if you just hang out and be patient the king of light will one day be able to put you to rest so… You know just… Don’t be a prick in the mean time? Lol”

And Ardyn was like “…. Uh…. Yeah no I’m definitely gonna be a prick ASSHOLES.”

…I mean pretend that’s actually written eloquently and not a fucking shit post :B

I could try to do better but ugh I’m at work and hate typing long and thought out stuff on my phone.


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anonymous asked:

when did you start feeling confident about your art? like i wanna be able to post drawings online but i just feel like its not good yet and i would be embarrassed :/ did you ever feel like you didn't want other people to see your art because it wasn't good enough?

I started posting my art online since I was 11 years old haha. My art was complete shit, but I was always proud of it for some reason, probably because it was one of the few things that made me happy in life. Which is kind of hypocritical of me to say because I am SUPER critical over my own art. When it comes to artists, you improve along the way. Like I look back at some MM art stuff I posted back then (which was only back in September) and I’m just like “Wow, I drew that??? It looks like crap compared to how I draw now!” But, honestly, if you don’t think you’re good enough now, then when? There’s no set skill level you have to be when you can post your art. You just do it lol.

Here, if it makes you feel better, let me show you one of my FIRST works that I posted online that my very childish self was super proud of lmaooo

You see this shit? It was supposed to say Dark Angel (I was super into DNAngel at the time lmao) but dumb ass me spelled it Dark Angle. This was actually for this online magazine club I was part of in 6th grade that my teacher created. And you know what makes it even worst??? It’s the fact that I misspelled angel, aND MY MOTHERFUCKING ENGLISH TEACHER DIDN’T EVEN POINT ANYTHING OUT… AND HE WAS THE ONE RUNNING THE DAMN CLUB smh. 

anonymous asked:

You suck. Like, you talk shit about always being there for your followers and then you ignore my ask? Like a simple "no I can't help sorry" would've been better than you blatantly fucking ignoring it. It's not the first time either. You don't care about anons only people you're friendly with do you respond to

did you know that, statistically, i’m more likely to reply to an anonymous message than one sent from an actual blog?

i’m not even sure why that is, but i reply to anons way more often than i reply to people i’m ‘friendly’ with.

also, just so you’re aware, i have over 1000 unanswered asks sitting in my inbox of this blog alone. many of them are from people i consider friends, i’m just shitty at replying.

being shitty at replying is something i’ve owned up to quite regularly in the past, so i’m sorry that this has come as a surprise to you.

if your original message was sent amongst the time i was getting feedback to Devil’s Trap and IKYW, it’s likely that it was caught up in those and i just haven’t got to it… yet.

also, if it was on a subject that i didn’t think i could help on - i.e. looking for a particular fic i haven’t read or for advice that i don’t know how to give - i’d wait for a ‘peak’ tumblr time to answer. there’d be no point in me answering right now because it’s 9am where i am, and the middle of the night in the US so the activity and chance of you getting help from my followers is lower.

i planned on going through my inbox last night, but i completely crashed out after a day of driving and knowing i had work tomorrow (today).

'blatantly fucking ignoring’ isn’t something i do. like i said, 1k+ messages in this inbox and i cleared it out completely like 6 weeks ago.

i’m privileged to have the amount of followers i do, and that they want to interact with me, but i simply do not have time to reply to every message.

yes, i pick and choose, but that’s nothing to do with who has sent the message. it has more to do with what the message says, and who i want to see it. if it’s a feedback message, i’m likely to reply at 'peak’ times over the course of a few days - self advertising made easy by nice comments. if it’s a question i can answer, i reply when i read it. if i can’t answer, i try and wait for 'peak’ times but by then sometimes they get lost in my inbox.

i was actually planning on replying to a lot of messages when i get home from work tonight - seeing as it’s the weekend i don’t have to wait until really late my time for it to be 'peak’ - so if yours is within the last 25 or so it’ll probably get answered then.

i’m sorry that you feel personally insulted by my lack of response, but i can assure you it’s not intentional.

there are many people i consider friends (suzana, andi, joey, etc.) who have left me asks that i haven’t got back to recently. it’s no reflection on my relationship with them or with any anon (you’re lits anonymous how could i know that i’m not responding to several of the same person’s message? it’s not a personal thing), it’s a reflection on me being a shitty responder.

(i didn’t reply to a text from my own brother for like six days bc i didn’t know what to say yet, it’s not a personal thing it’s just me being shit lol)

Hey guys! Long time without talking to you! I just thought I would give an update. The criminal case against my ex got dismissed. I was devastated and tried to kill myself because I was so overwhelmed. My ptsd was out of control. I felt like he would come kill me. Flashbacks were bad. I couldn’t sleep at night. I was doing so many drugs and drinking so much I couldn’t function. My therapist said I was going to kill myself by accident if I didn’t do it on purpose first.

I was sent to one of the top treatment centers in the country for trauma, hence I haven’t posted or replied to anyone in ages. But shit is actually better. I got diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and even though I freaked at first, it makes so much sense. I finally feel like I understand myself and the things I do. I’m back home now, but I still have a lot of work to do. Im living with my parents since I had to withdraw from the semester. If anyone needs anything, I have time off work, so message me. I love you all. Thanks for sticking with me. 💋

—  (via story-of-a-sad-teen)