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Fandoms:

Hamilton

Something Rotten 

RENT

The 100

Orange Is the New Black

Harry Potter

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit

Wolves

Anime

Yaoi

Yuri

Neko Atsume

The Avengers

Captain America

girl meets world

True Blood

The Princess Bride

Homestuck

Welcome to Night Vale

k project

Beyond the boundry

Studio Ghibli

Bands

Disney

Supernatural

Hercules

Wall-E

The Prince of Egypt

The Princess and the Frog

the road to el dorado

Forrest Gump

Puella magi madoka magica

Non Non Biyori

Attack on Titan

The Twilight Zone

Holes

Mulan

Brother Bear

The Hunchback of notre dame

Black Butler

fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

Fruits Basket

Elfen Lied

The Walking Dead (Video Game)

The Last of Us

Steven Universe

Deadpool

Hetalia

Merlin

Space

super planet dolan

M*A*S*H

Little House on the Prairie

Z Nation

Pacific Rim

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog 

Wolf Children

21 Chump Street

OTP’s from fandoms:

Hamilton:  Jamilton, Hamburrger?, hamilton/lafayette (I don’t know ship name)

RENT: Angel/Collins

The 100:  Clexa, Princess Mechanic, Jonty, , Murphamy,  Clarktaven,  Clarktavia

Orange Is the New Black:  Flaritza,  Pousoso, Vauseman

Harry Potter: Drarry

Lord of the Rings: samfro, aragorn/legolas,  Legolas/Gimli

The Hobbit: Bagginshield

The Avengers: Stony, Stark Spangled Banner

Captain America: Sam/Steve, Sam/Bucky, Sam/Steve/Bucky

Homestuck: John/Dave, John/Karkat,  Rose/Kanaya

Welcome to Night Vale: Cecilos

Supernatural: Sam/Anyone

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: madoka/homura

Attack On Titan: Eren/Levi, Eren/Jean, Eren/Erwin

Black Butler: Sebastian/Ciel

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood: Ed/Roy

Fruits Basket: Yuki/Kyo

Hetalia: Everyone

Merlin: Arthur/Merlin

Pacific Rim: Newton/Hermann

Teen Wolf:  Allydia, Kallison, Malydia, Sciles, McHaleinski, Stackson, Steter

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I’ll say that this weekend was one of the best of my life.
It had been a nerve racking two days before I actually got to meet him. And in that time, Richard, Ruth, Misha, Gil, and Rob were all super sweet.
I had been planning out what to say to him ever since I found out I was going to be here, which was in March, but I also knew I had to keep it quick so I wouldn’t hold up anyone else.
Sunday came and as usual the nerves were getting the better of me and the day seemed to go slow. Especially since I was worrying about what the humidity was doing to my used-to-dry-climates, “prairie girl” hair.

We all had to sit in the theatre and wait for our ticket increments (1-100 for example) to be called or shown on the screen. But eventually my number was called and off I went to see him.
I was standing in line with a bunch of other people, I could hear the music playing in the room, and I was going over my line in my head and once I got about ten feet from him, my hands went completely numb and I got that pins and needles feeling; which had never happened to me before in my life. Someone told me it was just my anxiety. (I didn’t realize it could turn off blood flow)
I posted a drawing a while back that I brought because I wanted him to see it. So when it was my turn, I handed it to one of the handlers and walked up to him.

Just so you guys know, he is damn cute up close.

He stared at it with wider eyes for a moment as she carried it passed him, showing him and handing it to someone else so I could get it after, and then looked at me and said.
“That’s fucking badass, you drew that?” And I nodded. He smiled. He was so friendly.
“That’s amazing.” He said. Then i decided I should start talking before I was rushed. I said:

“I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done, I really appreciate it and it means a lot to me. So thank you.” The campaigns probably saved my life, and knowing that Jared was so open to talking about the struggles of other and his struggles personally, I felt like I was so safe there in front of him. I felt my chest clench up like I was going to cry so I put my hands over my mouth and breathed out a little.
And he put his hand on my face and replied.
“I’m really proud of you for doing this and being here. So thank you.” He smiled and I relaxed and he took my hands so I could breathe comfortably.

These guys are so genuinely grateful for their fans. It is really amazing.

I thanked him again and then he asked if I wanted to hug for the picture. I nodded.
So I wrapped my arms around him and he bent down a little (because I’m 5'4") and he hugged me so tightly. Best hug I’ve ever received. He rested his chin on the top of my head and I felt so safe, and I wanted to stay there for longer.
(And he smelled awesome.)

Chris, the real MVP of the cons, the photographer, took the photo and I pulled away slowly and thanked Jared again, he smiled back before I walked away. My heart was beating so fast and I had to grab my bag from the table at the front of the room, where I almost cried the first time. I took a few deep breaths and walked out of the room.

And as soon as I saw my friend I just sobbed because I was so overwhelmed and happy.
I didn’t even care that people were looking.

Trust me when I say that it was worth every penny I spent to be there this weekend.

A Greeting Of Our Own

Pairing: Black-tailed Prairie Dog x American Beaver
Series: Kemono Friends
Words: 1339
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Beaver gets uneasy over Prairie greeting other Friends, but she doesn’t want to ask her to stop or risk hurting her feelings.
Notes: This one was much harder to write than I thought it’d be. I held a Twitter poll to help me decide which pairing I should try and write and despite having the idea clear in my head, it took me a lot of rewrites to finally be happy with the results. The header art is from the cover of the next anthology volume releasing next week, drawn by Namori (Yuru Yuri).


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anonymous asked:

Hey man, just leave her alone. She ain't worth the stress. If she can't understand that slurs like "sand nigger", "prairie nigger", "marsh nigger" and such are real derogatory terms, then it's on her. She can make the mistake of attacking someone else one day and then seeming racist because she wants a witch hunt. :/// Let her ruin herself.

I mean she literally made a post calling my hair greasy…..except for the fact my profile picture isn’t me. 

So yeah I agree with you there. That’s why I blocked her and said I’d post screenshots, cause she literally made a blog to harass me and then was STUPID enough to post a screenshot sending those exact words to me the moment I blocked her. 

Yeah I just want other natives to know it’s ok to use the term “prairie nigger” to reclaim it as our own. Romanis get g***, Jewish people have j**, and black people have n****.

As she kindly pointed out Savage and Redskin is not enough for us to reclaim, but not for the reasons she thinks. I don’t see myself above black people, I see myself above the racist fucks who use racial slurs in my family’s face that don’t belong to them. 

My family has been called prairie niggers as we try to live our everyday life and fight for our cause, my family has been called redskins despite the fact that not all of us are “red” and we have been called savages for practicing our “pagan” ways.

It’s ours.

Edit:

 She blocked me for calling this out. But sure karma’s gonna get me for being “anti-black” when literally NOTHING HAS POINTED THAT WAY AND I DIDN’T EVEN INSTIGATE THIS SHIT. Lel

Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 13: Prairies

“I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypotheticalthinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found inthe world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.” 

Like I mentioned in the last post on beaches and coasts, a lot of major biomes have already been covered, so the rest may be pretty similar to each other and a lot more concentrated. For example, although deserts were already covered I may need to make further posts dividing them into semiarid and coastal deserts, as each are distinct biomes.

This post will focus on prairies. Prairies are actually considered to be part of the temperate grassland, savanna, and shrubland biomes based on their similarity in climates, and composition of grasses. This is where the Pokémon in our Biomes posts gets fuzzy, because all of the mentioned biomes are individual biomes, and because they are so similar it makes it a challenge to distinguish possible Pokémon between them. Prairies are however, a type of grassland, much like there are different types of deserts. Prairies are generally considered to be the huge rolling grasslands of the central United States and Canada, and in South America, Eurasia, and Africa they are all technically called different things but all more or less utilize the same characteristics.

Prairies have one feature I found quite interesting, is that unlike the Asian steppes, and South American pampas, prairies have considerably tall grasses, some areas having grasses as high as 9 feet. This feature is usually specified by the amount of rainfall. As you move away from the mountains near the west coast, the climate generally becomes drier as there isn’t a huge body of water to provide rainfall, and even when there is rainfall, there isn’t enough to support tree life, hence why the main type of plant species will be a grass or flower species. Due to this, the animals that live in the prairies have to either burrow to hide from predators, or herd together.

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Prairie falcons in flight in Arizona. Top photo is a wild bird (we think juvenile, but not positive) and bottom photo is a young bird being trained for falconry. She was trapped a few weeks earlier and this was her first free flight training session.

There were tons of prairie falcons in Arizona during my trip. On the first day we were there, Kai refused to hunt with us because a wild prairie was hunting nearby (we didn’t know this until afterwards). A forest-adapted goshawk out in the open desert is no match for a prairie falcon in their natural habitat, so he took off towards the cover of neighborhoods and led us on a tail chase for 10 minutes. It took a lot of convincing to get him to come down. It was scary, but also so fascinating seeing how different species interact with each other.

Massacre At Wounded Knee, 1890 On the morning of December 29, 1890, the Sioux chief Big Foot and some 350 of his followers camped on the banks of Wounded Knee creek. Surrounding their camp was a force of U.S. troops charged with the responsibility of arresting Big Foot and disarming his warriors. The scene was tense. Trouble had been brewing for months. The once proud Sioux found their free-roaming life destroyed, the buffalo gone, themselves confined to reservations dependent on Indian Agents for their existence. In a desperate attempt to return to the days of their glory, many sought salvation in a new mysticism preached by a Paiute shaman called Wovoka. Emissaries from the Sioux in South Dakota traveled to Nevada to hear his words. Wovoka called himself the Messiah and prophesied that the dead would soon join the living in a world in which the Indians could live in the old way surrounded by plentiful game. A tidal wave of new soil would cover the earth, bury the whites, and restore the prairie. To hasten the event, the Indians were to dance the Ghost Dance. Many dancers wore brightly colored shirts emblazoned with images of eagles and buffaloes. These “Ghost Shirts” they believed would protect them from the bluecoats’ bullets. During the fall of 1890, the Ghost Dance spread through the Sioux villages of the Dakota reservations, revitalizing the Indians and bringing fear to the whites. A desperate Indian Agent at Pine Ridge wired his superiors in Washington, “Indians are dancing in the snow and are wild and crazy….We need protection and we need it now. The leaders should be arrested and confined at some military post until the matter is quieted, and this should be done now.” The order went out to arrest Chief Sitting Bull at the Standing Rock Reservation. Sitting Bull was killed in the attempt on December 15. Chief Big Foot was next on the list. When he heard of Sitting Bull’s death, Big Foot led his people south to seek protection at the Pine Ridge Reservation. The army intercepted the band on December 28 and brought them to the edge of the Wounded Knee to camp. The next morning the chief, racked with pneumonia and dying, sat among his warriors and powwowed with the army officers. Suddenly the sound of a shot pierced the early morning gloom. Within seconds the charged atmosphere erupted as Indian braves scurried to retrieve their discarded rifles and troopers fired volley after volley into the Sioux camp. From the heights above, the army’s Hotchkiss guns raked the Indian teepees with grapeshot. Clouds of gun smoke filled the air as men, women and children scrambled for their lives. Many ran for a ravine next to the camp only to be cut down in a withering cross fire. When the smoke cleared and the shooting stopped, approximately 300 Sioux were dead, Big Foot among them. Twenty-five soldiers lost their lives. As the remaining troopers began the grim task of removing the dead, a blizzard swept in from the North. A few days later they returned to complete the job. Scattered fighting continued, but the massacre at Wounded Knee effectively squelched the Ghost Dance movement and ended the Indian Wars. Eyewitness to a Massacre Philip Wells was a mixed-blood Sioux who served as an interpreter for the Army. He later recounted what he saw that Monday morning: “I was interpreting for General Forsyth (Forsyth was actually a colonel) just before the battle of Wounded Knee, December 29, 1890. The captured Indians had been ordered to give up their arms, but Big Foot replied that his people had no arms. Forsyth said to me, ‘Tell Big Foot he says the Indians have no arms, yet yesterday they were well armed when they surrendered. He is deceiving me. Tell him he need have no fear in giving up his arms, as I wish to treat him kindly.’ Big Foot replied, 'They have no guns, except such as you have found.’ Forsyth declared, 'You are lying to me in return for my kindness.’ During this time a medicine man, gaudily dressed and fantastically painted, executed the maneuvers of the ghost dance, raising and throwing dust into the air. He exclaimed 'Ha! Ha!’ as he did so, meaning he was about to do something terrible, and said, 'I have lived long enough,’ meaning he would fight until he died. Turning to the young warriors who were squatted together, he said 'Do not fear, but let your hearts be strong. Many soldiers are about us and have many bullets, but I am assured their bullets cannot penetrate us. The prairie is large, and their bullets will fly over the prairies and will not come toward us. If they do come toward us, they will float away like dust in the air.’ I turned to Major Whitside and said, 'That man is making mischief,’ and repeated what he had said. Whitside replied, 'Go direct to Colonel Forsyth and tell him about it,’ which I did. Forsyth and I went to the circle of warriors where he told me to tell the medicine man to sit down and keep quiet, but he paid no attention to the order. Forsyth repeated the order. Big Foot’s brother-in-law answered, 'He will sit down when he gets around the circle.’ When the medicine man came to the end of the circle, he squatted down. A cavalry sergeant exclaimed, 'There goes an Indian with a gun under his blanket!’ Forsyth ordered him to take the gun from the Indian, which he did. Whitside then said to me, 'Tell the Indians it is necessary that they be searched one at a time.’ The young warriors paid no attention to what I told them. I heard someone on my left exclaim, 'Look out! Look out!’ I saw five or six young warriors cast off their blankets and pull guns out from under them and brandish them in the air. One of the warriors shot into the soldiers, who were ordered to fire into the Indians. I looked in the direction of the medicine man. He or some other medicine man approached to within three or four feet of me with a long cheese knife, ground to a sharp point and raised to stab me. He stabbed me during the melee and nearly cut off my nose. I held him off until I could swing my rifle to hit him, which I did. I shot and killed him in self-defense. Troop 'K’ was drawn up between the tents of the women and children and the main body of the Indians, who had been summoned to deliver their arms. The Indians began firing into 'Troop K’ to gain the canyon of Wounded Knee creek. In doing so they exposed their women and children to their own fire. Captain Wallace was killed at this time while standing in front of his troops. A bullet, striking him in the forehead, plowed away the top of his head. I started to pull off my nose, which was hung by the skin, but Lieutenant Guy Preston shouted, 'My God Man! Don’t do that! That can be saved.’ He then led me away from the scene of the trouble.

anonymous asked:

can you explain your last post about the names about oa's eyes when she's blind? I don't get it

i was thinking about how OA’s life can be sectioned off according to the name she used - Nina, Prairie, OA. 

she went by Nina as a little girl, and Nina means little girl. she uses OA after swallowing the bird, and whether that stands for something or has a different meaning, we don’t know yet. 

she only uses Prairie as a blind person, more or less: she got the name a little after she became blind, and stopped using it a little after she regained her sight. nancy chose the name because her eyes are “blue as the prairie skys”, and i just thought it was interesting that a blind child was named after an aspect of herself she couldn’t use. 

(it’s not really a theory, although we might be able to analyse a bit of nancy’s character from it - giving a blind child a constant reminder of her blindness and dependency on her parents - but the original post wasn’t really about that, just an observation)

Medora, North Dakota

Due to Sturgis and the motorcycle sitch we decided to head a bit north instead, and we have landed at Theodore Roosevelt National Park.

This place is going to be awesome! It is another best kept secret of the National Park System.

Last night we drove into the park in hopes of seeing animals. 

The sunset was beautiful.

And we saw a ton of animals! 

Look how big that bison is and it was right in front of us! We also saw prairie dogs which looked much more like marmots then dogs. They are too small to take a good photo of, however. We also saw a giant porcupine.

We are headed to the Cottonwood campground inside the park for hopefully the next three nights. We hope to get a good backcountry camping trip in as well. Wish us luck!