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Morning Sickness - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader - (REQUEST)

Originally posted by thesunthemoontheflare

Summary: In which (Y/N) is pregnant and doesn’t know what to do.
23: We’ll get through this. I promise.
42: I’m Pregnant.

REQUESTED BY: ANON (thank you!!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Warning: Stressed out (Y/N) )::::

Word count: 1.5k

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at the people asking why we stan josh because he’s also up paul’s ass, here’s some facts:

  • unlike paul’s actual minions, josh has never said he’d love to be second place next to paul (like alex) or that he would want to throw his game away for paul to win (like matt) or that his goal is to reach jury only (aka the rest of the minions).
  • he’s one of the few people that have stressed wanting to win from pre-season until now (don’t forget he has 20 pigeons to feed!!!!). in fact, he stressed to ika that he wouldn’t even let his showmance (if he ever got one) stop his chance from winning.
  • josh is ultimately an outsider. he was one of the few that didn’t have a solid alliance when the house was split between cody’s clique and the outsiders. the only person that provided him comfort was christmas, while cody literally got in josh’s face and called him a crybaby when he was worried about his sick grandfather during the first week. when cody’s clique split betwen jody vs. the rest, josh would obviously stick by christmas over jody who went out of their way to taunt him.
  • while paul’s actual minions throw hohs and vetoes his way, josh actually tries to win them by himself. during the candy crush hoh, josh was one of the few people actually trying to win instead of giving his tickets to paul.
  • again, when jody ultimately targeted josh, paul was the one that flipped the votes for him. josh actually has a reason to stick by paul for now unlike his other minions that only stick with paul because they do not know how to play the game on their own (elena literally said they wouldn’t know what do in this game if paul didn’t tell them what to do and matt and raven literally threw the hoh to him).
  • there’s no reason why josh would go after paul now when jessica, cody, and mark would love to take him out and paul wants to take jessica, cody, and mark out.
  • josh listened to dominique talk about paul and agreed with everything she said. josh was the only one that respected dominique during that final week and hence he will respect her word. i firmly believe he has paul in the back of his mind and when the time comes, he’ll target him if he has the chance. right now though, he still is on the outs and the only person that shares his targets is paul. of course he’s going to stick by paul but the thing is josh is playing his own game and that is more than i can say about mark, elena, matt, raven, alex, and whoever else.

tldr; josh is one of the few playing his own game. it only makes sense that he aligns with paul momentarily, but he is aware of paul’s influence/power since he has had conversations with dom about it and he has shown that he is playing the game for himself.

anonymous asked:

There is a mutated form of sea dwellers who are based on freshwater environments such as ponds or rivers. The biology between them and ocean dwellers is like that of fresh water or salt water fish with the same results. Many of these fresh water mutants are killed by noble trolls who see their existence as the sea dwellers trying to send in spies.

Originally posted by razle-dazle

You know, funnily enough, I’ve actually had some headcanons where the Amporas are freshwater breathing trolls via mutation. Only because they were concerned about being culled [both Beforus and Alternian Amporas], they actually managed to hide it. And, in some cases, they actually acclimated themselves to salt water via starting off breathing brackish water, until they could take the sea. [Still hurts like a bitch for a respiratory system to breathe what it wasn’t meant to, but Amporas are nothing if not determined.]

And I love the idea that land trolls would see the fresh water dwellers as spies and hate them and try to cull them. Not only are they mutants but they’re mutant sea dwellers. The ultimate acceptable target for them.

Today’s post was written by Guest Professor Austin, a chemical engineering student who also wrote Darkrai and Rotom! If you’d like more information on how to write for us as a Guest Professor, please send us an ask!

In this article, we will be discussing Genesect, the legendary steel bug pokemon.  Team Plasma revived Genesect from a fossil, and decided the only way to make this prehistoric bug pokemon cooler was to strap a giant laser cannon to its back. When different drives are equipped, the cannon attached to its back can fire a variety of different types and colors of lasers. For example, the burn drive fires a red laser that is fire-type, and the Shock Drive fires a yellow laser that does electric-type damage. Different colors are created by different wavelengths of light, but how does a laser work?

In basic chemistry, you know that electrons orbit the nucleus of an atom in specific shells, or energy levels. When you give an electron energy, typically by absorbing a photon, the electron will jump from a lower shell to an higher shell, called an excited state. If you excite it with too much energy, the electron leaves the atom entirely. But if the electron is still bound to the atom, it will eventually de-excite and go back to ground state. To do this, it must release some of its excess energy, which it does by creating a photon. The amount of energy that it gives off determines the wavelength, and therefore color, of the light. Purple photons have higher energy than red photons.

This is the same atomic process that glow in the dark toys and many other things use to emit light. What makes lasers different is that this light is then focused. A typical laser consists of several parts: a flash lamp, a medium to excite, a reflector, and an output coupler. The medium determines the color of light. For example, many green lasers use Helium-Neon gas as the medium to produce green light. The first ever laser used ruby, and emitted red light. This is where Genesect’s drives come in. Different drives produce different colors and types of attack, so therefore the different drives represent different mediums.

(From top to bottom: InGaAlP (first two), HeNe, DPSS, and InGaN (bottom two) lasers)

The flash lamp is used to give the medium the initial energy it needs, exciting the electrons inside the medium. The electrons will release photons through the emission process discussed above, and that will start a chain reaction, causing other photons of the exact same properties (same direction, wavelength, frequency, photon energy, polarization) to be emitted while the flash lamp is being pulsed. More and more photons team up together in this way, amplifying the total signal.

(A poorly drawn diagram of photon amplification during stimulated emission)

The reflector and the output coupler are on opposite sides of the laser. The reflector, as you might have guessed, simply reflects the photons towards the output coupler. Every single photon reflects off of the reflector: it is 100% reflective. The output coupler is what focuses the beam itself. It is not as reflective, and only allows a portion of the photons to be escape in one direction: a beam. The photons that do not escape bounce back to the reflector, and keep going back and forth until they do manage to escape in the right direction allowed by the output coupler, creating a single focused beam of light.

Lasers have tons of applications, including surgery, dentistry, targeting and radar systems, astronomy, laser printers, acne treatment, fingerprint scanners, thermometers, and metal cutting. Metal-cutting lasers actually heat up and melt the metal in a very focused line, to cut it.

Larger destructive weaponized lasers like Genesect’s canon are largely still in development, but they work in similar ways. However, instead of a steady beam of laser, it emits in very fast pulses. The repetitive rapid change between laser and no laser, heat and cool, evaporation and expansion creates a shockwave throughout the target, ultimately damaging them.

Genesect’s laser canon excites electrons in different mediums that emit light, depending on which drive is installed.  The light is then reflected and bounced around inside the canon, allowing the light to escape in only one direction, creating a damaging beam.

lizarrdo  asked:

i said this somewhere else and i'll say it here...What if Chase is the ultimate target. Anti needs a host but Jack is weak and not good enough and didn't fare to well last Halloween. What if Anti needed a new body and so he drove Chase into madness until he killed himself and then at the end when he opened his eyes he was now Anti and he tried playing it off as cool when he saw the camera but obviously fails at being 100% Chase. That means Anti really is reborn like the picture says!!!!

y’all are going to fucking kill me, pls

anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your blog, super new to this shit. Is there a tag I can look up on your blog that explains this fake insiders trashing Zayn thing? I'm a Zayn fan (wish the other boys well but don't necessarily care about them or 1D) and new to Tumblr, and just finding out exactly how problematic some people claiming to be woke on this website are. Alternative facts exist here, like everywhere else and it's really saddening. Like isn't fandom of any sort supposed to bring you joy?

Hey nonnie. Thanks for the blog love. I didn’t dedicate a specific tag to that. It’s all in my fandom fuckery tag I think, which unfortunately, is over 2500 posts strong (damn fandom get it together).

In a nutshell, as far as I’m aware, it started on twitter and spread to tumblr. There was a fake insider that really was an insider, but was spreading alternative facts on purpose. Confused yet? Yeah, it was a mess. Basically a tiny “mistake” made by this person led to it being found out that they worked for Modest. They tweeted a relative from their fake account and of course, fans went digging and found their true identity. Their resume was still online.

Anyway, this person was using Harry and Louis as bait to draw Larries in. They’d tweet little things that turned out to be true, which gave them cred. But it was always little things. Like when Louis momentarily fucked off to Fiji while on tour…

…they posted pix of where Louis was before the pix of Louis in Fiji hit the fandom. So after reeling people in, the rumor mongering started. It wasn’t all about Zayn. They acknowledged Louis and Harry were in a relationship–they also added a heaping helping of drama. Lots of angst and lover’s spats. I assume they were trying to get people to become disillusioned with Larry. They also implied that Liam and Zayn were in an on/off non-monogamous relationship. Yep, some of those Larries who denied/ignored Ziam were told by their insider that they were hooking up. To be fair, a couple of Larries caught in this web did say on blog they thought their was “something” going on with Liam and Zayn. And that was probably because of the insider. But just a couple…

So once Fall 2014 rolled around, after over a year of grooming, the big Zayn rumors hit. In hindsight, this was staging for the coming Zayn leaving mega stunt. And because it was Larries that had been targeted from jump, it was Larries that ran with it. Remember, they had been piecemealed little inconsequential bits of truth to establish credibility. But still, given how terribly dysfunctional this fake insider portrayed Harry and Louis, they should have been suspicious. When I was told about all this, I was immediately suspicious. And I was shown screencaps of conversations that were hella confusing. But in the end, it wasn’t difficult to call bullshit. They should’ve called bullshit. Because the ultimate target of this con wasn’t even Zayn. It was Larries and their credibility. They’d guessed right about a lot of things, so that credibility needed to be impeached. And 1DHQ was successful in keeping Larries marginalized and looking “crazy”.

Because the Larries involved have still not come clean about this (some aren’t around anymore), the damage done by these fake rumors still impacts the fandom. Many people hate on Zayn based on all the on blog shade these Larries were throwing based on planted, fake rumors. Off blog, they were also aggressively pushing their inside information. So a lot of other fans do not have all the facts and don’t know they’re collateral damage in a long con. smh But fights broke out, mutuals broke up, partial receipts were released into the wild. Messy messy stuff.

P.S. Don’t ask me for details. I’m not getting back into ancient history. This is the one and only FYI.

Criminal Minds AU Episode 15: The Point of No Return

-Episode Guide-

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There have been several times during the course of this job that I’ve gotten the chance to sit down and talk with stalkers. And as strange as this may seem to hear at first, it’s fascinating to listen to their version of why they went after their target the way they did. While it is true that in some cases, the stalker’s goal is to ultimately frighten their target into a nearly paralyzing state of fear, sometimes, they actually do believe that what they are doing is to be perceived as romantic. In fact, many stalkers have severe self-esteem issues and often are so afraid of being rejected by the object of their affection that they are forced to attempt to express their emotions in the form of anonymous gifts and gestures. These are used as a means to judge their target’s reactions so as to make the eventual face-to-face interaction go that much smoother.

And it is when the object of their affection reacts negatively to these gestures that ultimately causes them to grow violent. When their target does not appreciate what they are doing for them, or when someone else enters the target’s life that interferes with their ultimate goal, that the stalker becomes violent. Because in their mind, they believe that their target does not fully appreciate them. They may even believe that their target doesn’t deserve them after everything that has been done to gain their affection. And of course, there’s always the common thought of “If I can’t have you, no one can.”


“Ladies! Ten minutes till curtain, please! Ten minutes!”

The already frantic scurrying inside the dressing room grew even more frantic as twenty girls pushed past each other in an area barely meant to house less than half that many. Tutus were smoothed over, slippers were laced up, and the air was full of so much powder that it was a wonder anyone could breathe. Though, while the room itself wasn’t exactly of ample size for the cast this particular production called for, the fact that Carissa felt the need to take up an entire vanity mirror (and then some) for herself certainly wasn’t helping.

“Clearly, I need the most space,” she exclaimed to anyone who would listen. “These people are paying to come see me! Not you amateurs!”

And while she wasn’t technically wrong (she was the lead, after all), as some of the other ballerinas had attempted to explain to her, Swan Lake wouldn’t be what it was without its ensemble. But of course that wasn’t enough for Carissa Demoux. Her mother had starred in this very same production thirty years before (again, as she would tell anyone who would listen). Not to mention the fact that her father did own this theater.

Peyton sighed deeply as she finished applying the last of her make-up, tucked away in the corner of the room, using what little bit of the farthest vanity mirror she could see as her reference. Fortunately, years of being in the back of the ensemble had helped her get by with as little as she needed. After all, she was but one of many other dancers who were all just as graceful and talented as her. No one would be paying her much attention anyway.

A rough bump to her hip caused her to drop her eye pencil, nearly staining her bright white leotard as it tumbled to the ground. She didn’t even need to turn around to know who the perpetrator was and, sure enough, Carissa’s patronizingly shrill tone sounded behind her.

“You better watch yourself tonight, orphan!” she said in an angry tone. “If you try to pull another stunt like you did yesterday, I promise that you will never dance in this company again! You understand me?”

As much as Peyton wanted to tell her off (not to mention, point out the fact that she had absolutely nothing to do with Carissa’s unfortunate wipe-out during the previous night’s rehearsal), she found herself instantly struck dumb, unable to bring any words forward. After all, it would be pointless to argue. Everyone would take Carissa’s side over hers anyway. Not to mention the fact that if the theater had to choose between losing their prima ballerina or a random orphaned chorus girl, it didn’t take a genius to know whose side they would take.

When nothing clever could come to Peyton’s mind, she was forced to remain silent as Carissa turned her nose up at her and immediately walked out of the dressing room, the other girls all following after her. Once they left, Peyton took a moment to compose herself, feeling tears crop up in the corners of her eyes. Not particularly in the mood to reapply her make-up, she hastily wiped them away, took several deep breaths to calm herself down, and sunk down to retrieve her fallen pencil—only to see that someone had already picked it up for her.

“I think you need this,” Oliver said with a smile, handing the make-up instrument back to her.

Peyton felt her face crack into a small smile as well as she took the pencil. “Thanks.”

“You okay, sweetheart?” Oliver asked, even though she knew that he could already tell that she was upset.

“It’s nothing,” Peyton said hurriedly. “Just…Carissa being…I don’t know.”

“A conceited, self-centered bitch?” Oliver asked, happy to see Peyton stifle a slight chuckle.

“She thinks I’m responsible for why she fell last night,” Peyton replied. “But I wasn’t even near her. And I don’t know how she can argue that I’m the one who made the floor crack underneath her feet.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “She’s just jealous of you.”

Peyton shook her head. “Why the hell would she be jealous of me?”

“Because you’re much prettier, much nicer, and a much, much better dancer than her,” Oliver replied. “Honestly, you talk to most of the crew and they all agree with me that you should definitely be playing Odette. No questions asked.”

Peyton’s cheeks flushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“Yeah, because it’s true,” Oliver argued. “Everyone knows that if her daddy didn’t own this theater, there’s no way she would keep getting the leads. You deserve to be the star.”

Peyton stood up on the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on her beloved boyfriend’s head. “Please, whatever you do, don’t ever lose that wonderful charm of yours, Oliver Markson,” she said with a smile.

“Well, you do bring out the best in me,” Oliver said with a smile. There was a rap on the dressing room door, signaling that rehearsal was about to start.

“I have to go,” Peyton said. “I wouldn’t put it past Carissa to try to get me kicked out of the production for being late.”

“The directors will have to fight me if they want to kick you out,” Oliver said. He leaned down and gently kissed the top of her head. “Knock them dead out there.”

Peyton smiled as Oliver turned and exited the theater to go join the other crew members up in the theater rafters. She turned back to the mirror for one final look, taking a deep breath, and smoothing out the front of her leotard. She shouldn’t let what Carissa said get to her. Ballet was her life. It had been so ever since she was a little girl. And after losing both her parents, this theater and these dancers had become her family. Not to mention her dear Oliver. He’d always been so good to her, ever since they were children.

As she turned to exit the dressing room, however, Peyton caught sight of something sitting on the table by the door. As she got closer, she saw that it was a rose. A single solitary rose, a black ribbon tied around the stem with a small piece of paper attached to it. Peyton picked up the rose and opened the paper, glancing at the message upon it:

Break a leg tonight. You are the true star.  -An Admirer


“Think of me

Think of me fondly when we’ve said good-bye.
Remember me, once in a while
Please promise me you’ll try…”

Morgan and Prentiss stared into the break room, watching as Allyson practically pranced around, making herself a cup of tea, her headphones in her ears, and music pouring out of her mouth with an air of excitement and passion that they had never heard come from the young agent. She hardly seemed aware that anyone else was there—a fact made abundantly clear when she attempted to hit the operatic high notes that were definitely out of her particular singing range.

“You know, dinner and a show is nice and all, but morning coffee and a show is way more entertaining,” Morgan said with a chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

“Do you think she knows we can all hear her?” Prentiss asked, wincing slightly as Allyson attempted to sing another note that was far too high for her.

“She does,” Reid said, joining his friends. “She doesn’t care. Believe me.”

“So what’s got your sister in such high spirits, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked.

“She’s excited because we have tickets for Phantom of the Opera this weekend,” Reid replied. “It’s been her favorite musical ever since we were ten years old. We’ve had tickets to see it four times in the past three years but have never gotten to go.”

“Why not?” Prentiss asked.

“Well, the first time was during the kidnapping case in Connecticut. The second time was when we handled the case of the rapist couple in Florida. The third was during the human hunting case back in Idaho. And the most recent was during the case of the Blue Ridge Strangler in Roanoke,” Reid explained. “We haven’t exactly had the best of luck in the past.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Prentiss said, her face falling. “You really think you guys will be able to make it this weekend?”

Before Reid could answer, however, Allyson had made her way over to them, finally taking her headphones out of her ears to join in with the conversation. “Oh trust me. We are not missing this show for anything! I don’t care if I have to walk back home from wherever our work chooses to place us this weekend. We are going to be in seats 21B and 21C on Saturday night at 7 PM sharp!”

“Did I hear right? You two are going to see Phantom this weekend?” Garcia nearly squealed as she entered the bullpen from her technical alcove.

“Oh yes, we are!” Allyson exclaimed.

Garcia gasped excitedly in reply. “Kevin took me last weekend and girlie, let me tell you. Oh my god. Amazing. Simply…amazing!”

Allyson, practically quivering with excitement, quickly turned to her brother, smacking the side of his arm. “Oh, Spence, that’s what our theme has to be for our next Halloween party! We have to throw a Phantom party!”

Reid shook his head. “Care to tell me how you plan to fit a chandelier inside of our teeny, tiny apartment?” he asked his sister.

Allyson rolled her eyes. “Please. We reconstructed the entire interior of the Starship Enterprise four years ago. We can definitely make this work.”

Before Reid could reply, however, the team was joined by their liaison, her one hand carrying a stack of files while the other rested on her swollen abdomen.

“Here, let me take those,” Morgan said, reaching for the files in JJ’s hand.

“Oh please, Derek. I’m pregnant, not incapable,” JJ replied with a smirk. “Besides, Will won’t let me do anything for myself at home. And as sweet as it is, I’m very eager for these last three months to go by quickly.”

“Ah, you say that now,” came Rossi’s voice as he also joined the group. “But I can’t tell you the number of women I met who have regretted looking forward to the end of their pregnancy.”

“I’ll just be looking forward to not having a tiny person consistently sitting on my bladder,” JJ said. She paused for a moment, groaned, and added, “Speaking of which, I’ll be right back.” As she turned to leave, however, she deposited the files in Morgan’s arms, nearly knocking his coffee to the ground. “Since you wanted to help,” she said with a smirk as she headed off towards the bathroom.

Morgan smiled and shook his head. He turned to Allyson. “You still have hopes you’ll make it to your show, Street Fighter?” he asked, gesturing to the files.

“Oh, watch me,” Allyson replied with determination as the team made their way over to the conference room.


Despite the confrontation in the dressing room beforehand, not to mention the appearance of the rose and the mysterious note left with it, Peyton was impressed with how well the rehearsal was going. Opening night was less than a week away, but she still felt that there was so much they needed to do. Granted, as much as she hoped Carissa wouldn’t be stopping the live production every five minutes to explain to every other dancer why what they were doing was wrong, it definitely prevented rehearsal from going smoothly. However, as they neared the final dance of the performance, she could feel everyone giving their all.

As they reached the final climax of the play—a tragic scene in which Odette, realizing she will never be free of her tragic curse, and Prince Siegfried, realizing he will never be happy without Odette by his side, agree to commit suicide together by tossing themselves from a cliff into the very lake for which the play was named—Carissa twirled around the stage, anguished and heartbroken. The ensemble broke apart as the back curtain opened up to reveal the stairs which Carissa was to dance up and ultimately leap off.

The music crescendoed as Carissa made her way up the stairs, turning once more towards the audience, even managing to get several tears to cascade down her perfectly made-up face. As the music began to fade, she closed her eyes and prepared herself to leap.

However, she never got the chance. The sound of the orchestra was suddenly drowned out by a series of loud cracks and snaps. Before anyone on or offstage truly knew what was happening, the platform upon which Carissa was standing started to crumble under her feet, causing the prima ballerina to plummet several painfully far feet to the stage below.

As the chaos ensued around them and several members raced towards the broken and fallen stage prop to assess the extent of the damage, Peyton glanced up above her into the rafters in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Oliver. However, though it had been so fleeting it could be argued that she hadn’t actually seen anything at all, Peyton swore she glimpsed a long, black coat whip out of sight, disappearing into the shadows of the rafters.


Once again I’ve been sucked into a prompt and made it two parts. In my defence, I did merge two prompts for this one as I couldn’t figure out how to flesh out the individual stories. Courtesy of two anons, here is my first Scott x Reader with a Male!Reader I adore. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: a Scott Lang/Ant-Man x Male!Reader where the Male!Reader is Clint/Hawkeye’s mutant brother with the powers to make his skin hard & strong as steel. The Male!Reader gets caught up in Civil War and ends up falling for Scott after his brother and him seemingly kidnap him. Scott ends up falling for romantically as well

Do you mind writing a Avengers x Male!Reader request for me where the Male!Reader is a former HYDRA experiment (Can control gravity) who gets rescued by the group after they infiltrate a HYDRA compound. The Male!Reader gets taken back to the Tower and is given the one thing he always wanted by the Avengers: A family

‘A Small Domestic’ (Part 1)

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honour, which is one more than you have,” Rhodes said smugly, point at an incredibly irked Sam as he did so.

The Avengers were at a standoff. The same kind as usual – verbal, argumentative – but this time around with a lot more voices, and with a lot more on the line.

The Sokovia Accords.

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Imagine: Being a close friend of Mike Warren and assisting him on a case, before ultimately being targeted by the suspect and shot in your own home where Mike happens to find you after wanting to do a follow up question.

WARNING: Violence, descriptions of blood mention, angsty af, mention of gun use, reader gets injured; slight mentions of possible feelings between Mike/reader. 


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From a seat to a knee: How Colin Kaepernick and Nate Boyer are trying to effect change
Colin Kaepernick's decision to change his protest to kneeling during the national anthem was made with input from several interested parties.

Colin Kaepernick took a knee specifically to respect fallen soldiers while protesting police brutality in America.

He used to just sit on the bench during the anthem. This, of course, also pissed people off - including veterans who sympathized with the statement he was making, but felt that this form of protest was ultimately “targeted” at the wrong people and disrespected fallen soldiers.

Kaepernick talked the matter over with a former Green Beret (who in turn was in contact with many other active duty servicemen and veterans). They worked out a solution - Kaepernick takes a knee (which is done in the military either when soldiers need a moment’s rest, or out of respect for a fallen comrade at their grave), and instead of isolating himself from the players by sitting on the bench, he stays in line with them and just kneels while they stand.

This was actually pretty widely accepted among many of the veterans who at first were pissed at Kaepernick for his protest. They felt this was right - exercising his right that American soldiers have died for (free speech), against a genuine injustice that goes against the principles American soldiers died for (racial injustice, especially at the hands of the state), and doing so with a gesture that is used to show respect for fallen soldiers (taking a knee).

anonymous asked:

so you think that because minorities are oppressed that nobody should say anything about the abuse they inflict on their kids??? i dont want this to come off rude im just trying to make sense of what you said in your previous post

i said the literal opposite, oh my god! how did you read this so wrong!

any kind of excuse for inflicting abuse on kids is bullshit! if they’re oppressed and they know how fucking awful it feels like how on earth could they justify to themselves doing the same to their own kids, it’s revolting, they should be protecting their kids with all they got from the oppression not using them as scapegoats, and ultimate targets of it.

My final piece for @digifakeweek​! I chose to use the Fusion/Xros theme to draw one of the Xroses from Gina’s Sore Eyes Army, Gulamon X Sethmon: TARGET!

Sethmon’s garish colors and Gulamon’s steady personality combine into the ultimate hit-taking sponge. TARGET can use its special ability Draw Aggro to redirect enemy attacks onto itself and away from allies. While immobilized by attacks, TARGET can’t be knocked out so it’s best used to help change the momentum in a battle and give Gina’s teammates a chance to regroup.

I’m so glad I got to take part in this challenge this year, I had so much fun drawing some of my never-before-seen Digimon characters and revisiting more known designs. I think my favorite drawing of all was of RangerGeotrumon. I hope the Fan Digimon community enjoyed my art, I know I enjoyed all of your’s! Until next year!