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Waylight Refuge’s Love is in the Air Gala!

Another handsome envelope arrives in your post-box. The envelope is crisp and a romantic, pale pink color, and the wax seal bears the tell-tale Waylight Refuge lantern symbol. Opening the envelope reveals an equally-lovely invitation:

You’re Invited!

Waylight Refuge will be hosting a Love is in the Air Gala, and we would love for you to attend. Food and drink will be provided, along with music, dancing, a Date Auction, Raffle, photobooth, and a special performance from the Succulent Tarts!

Attire is black-tie only, no outside food, drink, or alcohol permitted. Weapons must be checked at the door for admittance (no exceptions).

When: Sunday, February 12th, at 5:30 in the evening. (Server time)

Where: Temple of the Jade Serpent, Jade Forest, Pandaria

We hope to see you there!

-Waylight Refuge


You guys asked for it at the Yule Ball, so here it is! Our big Valentine’s/Love is in the Air Gala. Lots to do, lots to see, and hopefully lots of fun to be had. But first things first, let’s break down the general rules for this event:

  1. Black-tie attire only. This is a formal event, so please dress accordingly. Ceremonial armor is permitted, provided it is clean and free of rips, tears, dents, or stains.
  2. No weapons, period. Full-stop. Only our Guardians are permitted to have weapons in the event, as they will be providing security for the evening. You will be asked to check yours at the door, and if you refuse, you will be turned away. Weapons are meant for war, not for dancing, and disturb the atmosphere we are trying to create.
  3. No outside food, drink, or alcohol. We will have food and drink (alcoholic and non) being served for those who wish, so please leave your own snacks and drinks at home! Those found trying to sneak in substances of any kind will be asked to turn them over or leave.
  4. Please keep smoking to the entry alcove. While this is an outdoor event, let’s keep our ballroom area free of smoke. Smoking will be permitted in the entryway only.
  5. Respect must be given at all times. Whether to your fellow attendees, or to the Refuge workers, keep it classy. Don’t be rude to others, ICly or OOCly. Behaviors that won’t be tolerated include, but are not limited to: griefing others, trolling, harassment, fights, spamming toys/spells/macros, etc.
  6. Know your limits. Just because we’ll have alcohol available doesn’t mean drunkenness will be tolerated. It won’t be. If you’re too inebriated, expect to be cut off. If you get out of control, expect to be escorted out.

Failure to follow these rules will result in disciplinary measures up to and including dismissal from the event and blacklisting from further Refuge events if necessary.


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House of cards Pt. 10&11

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A/N : I’m re-uploading this and hoping that Tumblr doesn’t fuck it all up again. Sorry for the mistake last time I’ll try to be more careful while posting so I don’t repeat it yet again. We all know I will. My hiatus is still on going but this was already written and posted before. The second part was written a few days ago. If you already read part 10 just check to see if you read it before the format got fucked up so you would get a better idea of the story. If you have then scroll down to the second gif <3 Thank you for reading :**

Five days. That’s how many days it took Namjoon to finally convince you to do the right thing. Hye Jung went to the police first, both scared and filled with resentment thinking of the man that broke into her house to hurt you. She did so on the second day, but no one told you until you were about to go, you wouldn’t have listen anyways.

The reasoning you followed to get you to this point, sitting in front of a middle aged police officer, suddenly faded when the questions started. The moment you started replying to the man’s continuous interrogation, you felt regret.

A deep regret that grew as more questions spewed out of the disinterested looking male, whose name fled your brain the moment you heard it. He was hunched over his laptop with bored eyes and deep dark circles that mirrored your own, but for different reasons, staring at the screen with a look of utter boredom. You focused on little things like the family pictures he had on his desk, the impressive amount of files piled up on the ground, the washed out color of his jacket from having been worn so much, and the slight annoyance in his tone. You focused on everything but what he was asking, what you were remembering, and what you had to remember.

It started with simple things like your name, age, things you had to fill into the report and the cause. His eyes scanned you over once you specified why you were there and yours looked over to Namjoon and Jin, who were standing on the other side of the station since you refused to have them there, then his eyebrows arched a little but soon his expression faltered again. Then it became his name, his age, and every single bit of information you knew about Yoongi.

“Did you know Mr. Min intimately?” He asked while typing away on a particularly noisy keyboard. You flinched at the question knowing the outcome wouldn’t be so good, it wasn’t. Regretting coming here started then.

“We lived together.” You felt reluctant to say it because you’ve heard it before, how there couldn’t be forced intimacy between couples, How can you call it rape when you’re in love with the person? You’ve heard it all before. But it did feel like it, no matter how hard you loved Yoongi, it still left a disgusted feeling inside of you every time you thought of it.

Like you predicted, unlike with the boys, it was there. The judgment. The low shrug of mockery that slipped out of his smoke-damaged mouth. You had to bite back the tears with your lower lip trapped harshly between your teeth when he looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“I’m sorry but you said he forced yo-”

“He did.” You snapped before he could finish it. You weren’t going to have someone doubt you, not after all you’ve been through, not after having been to hell and back. Even if it was his job to do so.

“Do you have any evidence of it? Medical records? I mean you’re saying you were raped but you don’t have anything to prove it.”

“I didn’t go to- no, I…That’s-”

“Then what do you expect me to do? I can’t just file something based on your word alone. Do you know how many people come report these things and in the end it’s all a lie?” He closed his laptop before sighing and leaning back on his chair.

“It’s not a lie, I don’t-” You didn’t know what to do. It’s not like you could scream at him or protest because it was true. You had nothing to stand for it. Sure, you were covered in marks of that night but nothing from before.

“The best I could do is turn it into a physical assault. You said you were dating him that proves it even less and I don’t personally think you’re saying the truth. Y/N, you know that false reports are punished by the law, are you sure this is not some petty revenge over him hitting you around a few times? What did you do to make him angry? I’m sure it wasn’t his fault seeing-” Your brain clocked out the conversation by that point, you couldn’t listen to it anymore. Your heart squeezed tightly in your chest and your lungs were slowly becoming airless, you looked down hiding your tears from the man. He kept speaking and getting more annoyed at you while you just reconsidered everything that lead you to this moment.

You hated him. You hated Yoongi with every fiber in your body. You hated the system that belittled the victim and glorified the offender. You hated yourself for still being alive to witness it. But what you hated most is the fact that what was happening was making you hate Namjoon for bringing you here.

At that thought, you looked up to see him staring directly back at you with a concerned expression. He didn’t want to leave you alone there or anywhere, but he knew you wanted to keep somethings to yourself.

Namjoon was alerted when he realized you were crying. He was quickly by your side going down to eye level with you and smiling,

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He turned and glared at the man for no reason. Until he heard him repeating what he said to you just a moment before and started growling furious.

“Excuse me? False report? Are you fucking serious right now?” Namjoon’s voice was deeper and much more aggressive than the police officer’s, a lot louder than the old man, “How could you say that after hearing why-”

“Sir, calm down. Don’t forget you’re in a police station.”

“Police station my ass. How can you brazenly call yourself police when you just said those things to her?” Namjoon chuckled at how ridiculous all of this was. He was about to start his lecture again when you seized his hand in yours.

“Namjoon…I just…Can we leave?” Your voice was trembling and so was your whole body. As of the insult alone wasn’t enough, now everyone in the small space was looking at you. Knew why you were there and were whispering about you.

The room started to slowly spin at the thought of their eyes piercing holes in your back, you couldn’t breathe anymore, so you closed your eyes and sobbed.

“Hey, look at me. Please look at me.” It was Jin’s voice that brought you back from the dark place you created for yourself. You did as he said trying to focus on his gentle expression between the tears. “You’re okay. You’ll be fine. Go with Namjoon and wait in the car, okay? I’ll be right there and we will leave.”

Jin thought of what would have happened if it had been him sitting there. The words would have been much harsher and the mockery. Men can’t get raped. You brought it upon yourself. How can you still call yourself a man if you say that. It angered him even though he didn’t actually hear it, but you did. You just got told a slightly different version which didn’t make it any less infuriating to him.

“Y/N?” Namjoon touched your shoulder slightly but there was no response so he took matters into his own hands and just helped you onto your feet before leading you out.  

The oldest was not pleased and made sure the other party was fully aware of it. He glared at the older male putting aside all the years of “maintaining manners” he spent teaching himself to show as much respect as he could.

“Who exactly do you think you are?” Jin put both of his palms on the worned out desk and came down a little but still remained above the men’s height. Half mocking him, half showing him his place. “I get that you’re tired and can’t give a fuck about someone right now but yourself, that doesn’t mean you have the right to treat someone like that.”

“Listen, young man.”That was his vain attempt to put Jin back in his place as well, which obviously failed and Jin made it a point to emphasis that with a shrug, “If I knew this was going to be such a pain in the ass I would’ve just signed it off. I can see now why she was sitting in front of me, someone so bothersome deser-”

Jin’s anger finally spilled and he gripped the other’s jacket wincing as the metallic zipper dug in his palm.

“Watch what you say. I don’t know if I can control myself right now.” Jin shook the man who was trying his best to wiggles his way out of the other’s grip while everyone watched their interaction. Which made the policeman redden in embarrassment.

“Look, the best I could do, like I said, is to file an assault. Find him. Then we’ll see what we can do.” The man was now changing tactics and trying to sound somewhat helpless. Jin was not going to forgive the unnecessary rudeness and the even less necessary comments. You were hurt and for whatever reason it didn’t sit well with him. It pained him to know you just went through that, “Sir, let go of me immediately.”

“Hyung, let him go.” The voice was familiar but Jin couldn’t believe it. His hands started to slightly tremble as he heard it again “You can get in trouble if you don’t listen.”

You should learn to do as you’re told, puppy. You can get in trouble if you don’t listen.”

Jin was jerked back and turned to face the owner of the voice. He was hit by reality when he stood face to face with his worst nightmare.

Tae! I told you to go!” Jin screamed at Taehyung who just sobbed loudly on the floor with almost completely torn clothes.

“Long time no see, Hyung. I really missed you.”  He spoke yet again confirming that it wasn’t just a play of his imagination under the incredible stress he was under.

“Jun- Jungkook…” Jin stuttered before stumbling back a little. Jungkook looked past him at the wide eyes of none other than Namjoon.

Namjoon quickly caught Jin in his arms before pulling the elder behind him and stepping in front of Jungkook.

He had an officer’s uniform on with a big name tag on it. Namjoon felt like bursting out into laughter but he couldn’t because his anger was more overwhelming.


“I see that you finally grew the balls to ask him out. Or are you still in denial and dating the little weakling?” Jungkook paused for a moment to look down at the older’s clenched fists, “What? Are you going to hit me? Come on, Hyung, let’s put it all behind us already it’s been so long.”

“Shut up before I crack your skull open.”

“I’m not scared of you anymore. Never was actually. How’s Taehyung? I missed him too. God, he was such a good pu-”

“Shut up!” Jin yelled out, surprising both of them.

“This is not a circus. If you want to fight take it outside or the cell your choice. Officer Jeon?” Another man, who looked like their superior stepped in with a harsh tone and Jungkook lowered his head suddenly changing attitude.

“There’s nothing to take out. Let’s go.” Namjoon intertwined his fingers with Jin and pulled him away. Jungkook’s smirk grew wider at the sight of the two.

After all this time. In this place. And for an ironic reason. He meets them again. To Jungkook, this was going to be another chance.

To the other two, it was the sound of the house of cards crumbling again. Just when they put it back together once more.

You waited in the car while Namjoon went back in since Jin was taking too much time. The silence was too much for you so you turned on the radio, then suddenly it became too noisy again. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. It was either sit still in the company of the frightening darkness and silence that left the voices in your head take over or succumb to the destructive urge.

Maybe they were both just as bad but you didn’t want to do it to the boys when they supported you so much over the last few days if not the last year. Who put up with your violent mood swings and dangerous behaviors. Jin and Namjoon gave you a reason to live and urged you to find better ones so you weren’t about to let them down.  

You soon saw them coming closer and something didn’t feel right about the way Namjoon had to let Jin lean against him the way he did. Of course, It wasn’t the first time seeing the two close and intimate because since you started living with them you caught a glimpse of the two kissing or hugging when they thought no one was looking. Not that you would speak of it. But this was different. Jin looked more shook and vulnerable than you did going out.

It was almost saddening to Jin that Namjoon had to be the one to take care of everyone when he, himself, needed someone to care for him. He gave it little thought because his mind was filled with Jeon Jungkook.

Come on, Taehyung. You promised me. Take it off.” The nauseating sound of his voice from behind the closed door made Jin’s stomach twist and he almost emptied his stomach right there and then but Namjoon’s embrace brought him the warmth he didn’t have that night so he controlled himself.

“Hyung, I love you. Please don’t lock yourself in that dark place again, say something.” Namjoon pleaded when they reached the car. Neither him or the eldest wanted to look weak in front of you when you needed them most. The younger was trying his best to keep the other’s composure while Jin took deep breaths to stop himself from vomiting.

After a few moments of you waiting for them with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning gaze, Jin stood straight and looked back at Namjoon, “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I’m over it. I’m okay. I was just surpris- shocked to see him there. That’s all. I love you too-god- I love you so much Namjoon.”

You heard it, loud and clear, the confession. Before that, you were kind of trying to live in denial of what you might be feeling. It might be nothing but it could be something as well. But hearing those words, and the way they made your heart clench just confirmed it to you.

You just didn’t know if it was because of Jin, Namjoon, or the both of them. Or if it was just the excessive amount of fear inside of you.

“Are you okay?” You asked Jin once they joined you inside. Namjoon being the one to always drive although his brother and pretty much everyone else voted against it for the sake of world peace.

Jin smiled back at you and nodded but you knew it wasn’t true. He quickly turned back and looked at Namjoon as if trying to tell him to say something. What happened was not just a light joke that could be brushed off. He could deal with his emotions, he already did, but your scars were still fresh and the mask you were wearing was still not crumbling.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon glanced at you from the rearview mirror and frowned seeing as you were desperately trying to wipe your tears before he could see them.

“I thi- Yeah, I am.” People should really stop lying to me He thought to himself as he drove off. He knew asking that question would amount to nothing because it’s always the same answer. The wrong answer.

I missed you.” Jungkook’s words to Jin ringed in his head turning into a repetitive tune that almost drove him crazy.

The eldest glanced over at you once more since the silence felt too suffocating and too overwhelming for him. You smiled immediately and he just sighed. Of course, the encounter with Jungkook left him disturbed but he couldn’t forget what happened before. And you didn’t know what happened after so it wasn’t fair for the both to ignore it completely when they brought it upon you.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all those things. You know it’s not true, none of it, right?” His tone softened, “We know at least and even if everyone speaks against it you have us. I know we’re not the best people in the world to go to in such situation but we can do better, we will, I promise you this wouldn’t be the end of it. I promise, okay?” The promise didn’t feel heavy on his heart nor did it sound awkwardly forced like it always does. His anger over your pain suddenly overrode his own. That alone was weird to him because why?

You nodded knowing this was definitely not the end of it all. You could feel it deep down that things were getting worse, for all of you. You didn’t know what it was but the feeling was there and it was strong.

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Hmmm….Basically, this is just some of the background story. Since I felt sorry for leaving you guys with nothing. Also, Thank @armysyehet, because if it weren’t for them cheering me up, I wouldn’t have written this.

Namjoon left home, as most of them did, at the age of sixteen after his parents refused to accept his career choices. Or the lack of them.

The boy, having been one of the smartest people in the city, if not entire country, was expected to go to the top schools and later have a huge title before his name and a similarly large paycheck. His family could never accept anything less than excellency. However, Namjoon only wanted one title. Rapper.

Since his father decided that locking him inside the house would stop him, he first snuck out for single nights through a door that Hoseok accidentally left open after coming home from his night classes. But, after a couple of times getting caught, they changed the locks and made sure either him or his wife would be the one to lock everything.

So, when he was able to get out, Namjoon would be gone for weeks. He knew he was able to take the beatings that awaited him every time he went back. It was always a cheap price for making his longtime dream come true.

Then, one day, he just never came back. Hoseok was not very surprise to hear that his older brother decided to live on his own. In fact, he was planning his own escape from that hell house. Because, in a household where a simple change of path was unacceptable, coming out as gay was not even an option to consider. Namjoon took severe beatings, Hoseok would be killed. Therefore, only his brother knew.

Hoseok convinced himself that he would never tell another soul of his little secret. He was just going to stay alone for the rest of his days. He convinced himself that it was the best choice for him. Knowing that a lot of opportunities, as a performer, would be lost if he ever comes out.

Two years after that, once Namjoon made a name for himself and settled in his own rented apartment, Hoseok followed. Soon after that, once the younger started his dance classes, they met Jimin. On the first day of Hoseok’s classes, Jimin was the one to help him settle in with a sweet smile on his face.

Hoseok’s sexuality was once again confirmed in the small butterflies that fluttered in his stomach every time he saw the younger. Too bad said confirmation already had a girlfriend. It still didn’t stop Hoseok from slowly developing a crush, it was innocent and he never planned on confessing so why not.

Jimin brought along Taehyung, who came as a package of two; Him and Jungkook. The two were openly in love but secretly confused as to why. Jungkook was two years older than Taehyung and Jimin, who were the same age, and just one year younger than Namjoon. He, like the older male, left home at sixteen. For the same reason Hoseok did, and much more.

Jungkook’s parents only fought, since the day he opened his eyes, he only knew anger. Everything was translated into the simple feeling of hatred and anger. Even happiness. So, Taehyung had to teach him how to be happy. But, more than that, how to be sad. And Jungkook taught Tae how to be afraid. Afraid of Jungkook’s undying bad temper. That seemed to have a brain of its own.

Taehyung was, compared to them, the normal one. He had no family issues, since they accepted his coming out like they always knew, and lived quite happily with them. No secret past. He was the one that brought a little bit of normality in their group and they liked it. Taehyung was the innocence they lacked. So, they all protected him a little more than they did each other.

And, to complete the circle, Jungkook somehow knew Jin.

Now, Jin was the mystery that Namjoon was never able to solve. It came as a surprise to him when Jungkook announced he was going to introduce him to his roommate and that turned out to be Jin. Jungkook told him that the eldest was the one that took him in when Jungkook first left, and they’ve been living together since then. Much to Taehyung’s jealousy.

Namjoon met Jin on the second week of his “permanent” leave from home. He was working at a convenience store, in the older male’s neighborhood, doing whatever a low paid, somewhat illegal, worker does. But, Namjoon was filled with the pride of his achievements as an underground rapper; although they weren’t that big since he was just starting at the time. A pride that stopped him from ever going on his knees.

So, when his employer threw the money he owed to the ground and asked him to pick it up or fuck off just after Namjoon disrespected a customer or multiple customers, Namjoon stood as still as a statue with a stubborn refusal.

Jin, out of nowhere, had been the one to put his knee to the ground and pick the dirtied bills up. And did so with an unwavering smile.

You’re so polite, sir. Thank you so much and I hope you have just the best day ever.” Jin told the old man,with an air of mockery that the other most certainly picked up on, before pulling Namjoon out of there.

Take it.” The broad shouldered male handed him the money and Namjoon felt a painful tug on his heartstrings. The first of many.

Why did you?” Namjoon’s hoarse and deep voice surprised Jin, since he didn’t expect him to be no older than fifteen. He was sixteen, Namjoon repeated time after time. But, the two years older male was intrigued by the way Namjoon seemed to have his eyes frozen on his shoes.

Help you?” There was a shy nod that put a wide smile on Jin’s face. “Because I learned that bending my legs a little was not the biggest of concerns I should have. You don’t look like you’ve realized it yet.”

And since then, Namjoon found himself wanting to know more and more about Jin. He, till this day, never knew why Jin, at eighteen and probably long before, was alone. Well, with a roommate that turned out to be Jungkook but that didn’t solve the mystery. And Namjoon never asked. He wanted the other to be the one to tell him.

It was until a year later that their little friendship became confusing to the pair because it felt too close. Namjoon found himself wanting to see more and more of Jin, and so did the elder, but no. Namjoon was not attracted to boys. It was never a matter of question to him since he loved girls too much. And loved that his new line of work brought him a lot of those.

That’s when the journey of denial started for Namjoon. And the journey of falling in love started for Jin. Who had it worse than the other was still unclear. But both were suffering.

On the topic of love and denial, there was Hoseok. Who started staring more and more at Jungkook and Taehyung’s display of, what he called, love then at Jimin, who he could never have. It was another confirmation that he, indeed, was destined to stay alone.

Going back to Taehyung and Jungkook, who were together for as long as they could remember. Their families started out as friends and they ended up lovers. Their relationship first started with innocent pecks once puberty hit them, then it became long make-out sessions inside the closet literally and figuratively, then into a promise. A promise that one day they would give each other everything.

As time passed the feelings faded away and only that promise remained. However, since they were so used to being there, to being two, it didn’t make sense for them to separate. So, they never did.

Which brings us to December 31st, 2013. Taehyung’s eighteenth birthday. The date they will all remember for the rest of their lives, the date the little family they created for themselves fell apart. The first time the house of cards collapsed and it all started with Jin. And ended with him.

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My Thoughts On Shane’s Letter

Alright, I’ll admit I’m not some big person in this fandom, but I still believe I should speak about this because it’s tearing the fandom apart and it shouldn’t be. I’ll probably ramble, but I’ll try to keep it at a minimum.

For those who don’t know, former Rooster Teeth animator Shane Newville recently released a 36 page letter about Monty Oum, Rooster Teeth, and RWBY. The letter is not a positive one at that. In it he makes very bold claims towards Rooster Teeth and how they handled Volume 3 of RWBY. There are many people jumping on sides because of this, though tumblr seems to be mostly going towards Shane’s side.

Now anyone who knows me knows that I don’t like jumping to conclusions when we don’t have the full story. I like having all sides and all the facts before jumping onto something. And we don’t have the full story here. We have a very unprofessional letter and that’s it. And honestly, I don’t believe this letter can be taken as truth or fact in any way. And I’m going to explain why.

1. Shane clearly worships Monty, but it’s not healthy and has clouded his thoughts and feelings. I can understand wanting to make RWBY as close to his original vision, but Shane refused to accept any amount of change and when working in production that’s not something that can be done. Disney’s changed their movies all the time, sometimes even from the ground up to the point where they have to start over entirely like with Frozen and Zootopia! And who’s to say that these changes wouldn’t have been made if Monty was still with us? We don’t know, because he’s gone. And in the end, some of the changes might’ve been better. We have no way of knowing, and neither does Shane. He’s not Monty, Sheena isn’t Monty, no one is Monty. Only Monty is Monty. He tried to become Monty and jeopardized the production by doing so. He said he was only trying to protect Monty’s work, but he didn’t have that right. He was looking through a rose colored lens when it came to Monty, and it’s likely his actions would’ve been disapproved by the very man he claimed to be standing for.

2. He acts as if he was the only one who ever cared about Monty, and is the only one who still does. This is an outright lie. Monty trusted his work in the hands of Miles and Kerry, and both of them were there with him writing RWBY. Burnie was a close friend of his. Many members of the RT staff made condolences and were touched by his death. They refused to upload videos the day after his death. The next episode of the podcast was all about Monty and how they touched their lives. The people at Rooster Teeth cared about Monty, but Shane seems to think he and Sheena were his only friends. That the moment he died they stopped caring. Even though all of Volume 3 was in tribute to Monty. His name is the first thing you see in the opening credits, his signature was shown in tribute in the first episode, the song Cold played over the opening credits and was meant to be in tribute to him, they got his brother to play Ren when they could’ve recast any other big voice actor, and the final piece of the credits is in memory of him. To make it out that no one cared about Monty is manipulative and wrong. Just because they wouldn’t do things the way Monty might have doesn’t mean anything. Because again, they’re not Monty. They had to figure things out on their own and make the steps needed to make RWBY great. They can’t be expected to do exactly what Monty would because that’s just impossible. Crediting the voice actors isn’t in spite of Monty either. No one at Rooster Teeth hated Monty, and the fact that Shane thinks otherwise is outright disgraceful.

3. Shane makes too many assumptions. Saying things like scenes getting cut because “they didn’t understand them” isn’t true, unless there’s proof to back it up. But this and many other instances come off from that Monty worship and assuming that he had to “protect” it. His emotions and judgement are faulty here. I can’t say he’s lying about everything, but negative emotions can alter one’s memories and thoughts. He assumes he was fired for trying to protect RWBY, but it’s more than clear that he was fired because he was hindering production by trying to make things go the way he wanted without considering why things were being done in that way. And this whole situation just reminds me of when people were fired from Walt Disney and they claimed to have seen him at Nazi support meetings in order to slander him. It isn’t much different. He’s not basing things in facts, but in opinions, which leads me to the next point.

4. This is only one side of the situation. A side that is clearly biased and based on angry feelings and assumptions. He doesn’t refer to anyone by name except for the people on “his side”, but we know who he’s talking about and trying to slander. I want to hear the words of Miles, Kerry, Burnie, and other Rooster Teeth employees. I want to know what they have to say, because I’m certain that if nothing else, the claims that they didn’t care about Monty and hated him are going to get them to say something. The words of Kathleen and JJ aren’t enough here, they don’t work on RWBY and have only been voice actors. Sheena shouldn’t even be dragged into this mess because she’s not a part of the production, she shouldn’t have to be fighting for a dead man. I want to hear the story from the people who actually work on RWBY. Who write it, who were friends of Monty, who did what they could to continue his project. I can’t trust Shane’s words when there’s a bias so strong and angry.

I’m not claiming he’s a liar, but there’s likely some skewed stories here. We need the full details and that’s that. This isn’t a black and white issue, don’t go acting like it is.

Some Tumblr GIFing tips

I’m not an expert - I’m still learning every day, when I have the time (ahaha -_-), so this isn’t a tutorial on how to make awesome GIFs, it’s just a few tips on how to get started as well as some things that took me ages to figure out on my own. Started this for Pleth and have been working on it sporadically ever since; HI PLETH. /wave

Note: I use Photoshop CS6, so this is based off that. Earlier versions of PS might work the same way, but then again, they might not. :(

Converting video to GIF

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Where is the line?

I want to give my point of view on a topic that has been relevant during all the years I have been uploading creative content to the internet:

Where is the line when it comes to using other editors’/artists' work?

OBS: All of this is my personal opinion based on my own experiences!

Let me start of by saying that I will be the first to admit that I myself have used other editors’ work; everything from maskings, 3D effects, textures, clips from student films, song cover, etc. But whenever I do this, I do my absolute best to give 100% clear credit to the right person! I write their names into my end credits, I add links to their pages/videos in the description, I correct people when they compliment me for something I did not do, etc. Every time I feel it is appropriate, I also contact them personally asking for permission, and/or send them the link to my video when I have uplaoded it. Should it be so that the person I have borrowed from contacts me and does not approve of how I have used their work, I would take the video down immediately. Because I should not be taking credit for things I have not done myself, nor should I be disrespecting other content creators. 

This is not a universal way of thinking though…

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