what you saying

Basic Aequis feather markings! (Exactly what it says on the tin…)

Each type has a tendency towards certain types of markings, and some markings are limited to select types. 

Accepted color palette ranges for each type will occur later, my head is kind of scrambled right now.


The fact that I have to justify myself and state that I am not a Trump Supporter, because I posted “There are people who honestly and full heartedly believe [that] Donald Trump is a good president and will make a strong difference for the good of the American People….We have to respect other people and their opinions, regardless if it goes against what you think.” 

I understand that Trump is a sensetive topic for some people, it’s understandable. There are some people who hate Trump with passion. And then there are others who support him, who see him as an amazing man/president. 

The thing is though, is that your political beliefs/values shouldn’t determine wether or not you’re a good person or not. What determines your character, is your actions. There are plently Trump Supporters who are racist assholes just like there are many Anti-Trump Supporters who are the exact same. No person should be scared to express their opinions knowing that since it doesn’t match the vast majorities of peoples ideals/values they will recieve heavy backlash. 

You do not have to explain/justify yourself, for whatever your poltical standing is.  

Also to the lovely Anti-Trump Supporters who don’t bother to be civil in a dicussion and go straight to yelling (with no evidence) at people who don’t agree or match your opinions. You’re not helping your cause. 

And to those people who kindly went to my blog and decided to leave me a kind message, anonymously .to tell me how wrong I am for apparently being a Trump Supporter (trust me there was a lot, not going to bother replying to any of them except the first 2 i posted). Thank you for taking the time outta your lives to say what you did, it was really insightful to read messages from people who didn’t bother to fully read my post. Theres a reason why I reblogged 2 opinions on Trump. 

The post that caused so much controversy.


anyway the best thing about the new rhato team is that jason, despite being over 6 feet, is the smol one

um…just to let you guys know…there may come a point in time where I just…drop off tumblr abruptly for a little while. For family reasons.

That’s not to say I’m gonna disappear off the face of the earth completely – no, never that – but…well…there are just…some things that are gonna happen soon and I’m prepared for them because I knew something was going to happen and at the same time I’m not because I didn’t think it was going to happen so soon.

I’ll just…have to see what happens. Because it’s going to hinge on when the thing happens and whether or not I’ll be able to make the drive there.

I find my comfort in my home between the neon lights
This city’s air is stale and lifeless, but its more breathable than anything else
Nature has always felt more foreign to me, then the man made beauty that sits on my face
Maybe it’s because down to my bones, i dont have a single drop of authenticity left in me
I built myself like a man builds a house
From Every word that spills off my tongue,
To the thoughts that sit in my mind
It’s all created to make this,
To make me,
Into the person you’ve always wanted me to be

anonymous asked:

Thing is about BSL Blue, like ASL, it's a full-on language with subject-verb-object structure etc. Takes years to learn unless you've been raised with it. So technically noone who has an understanding of its complexity would claim to 'know' it, as they'd be called out for that claim. So he's absolutely on point, even if he knows some signs - most of us who know some signs would never claim to know BSL. :-)

But the way he talked it’s like he knows nothing about it when he does. When he has been assigned to be the company of a deaf girl

A warm greeting

A drabble short fic: prose


“Welcome to the Akatsuki.”

A simple wave of her hand felt as meticulous as a single brush stroke on a large canvas. I found my nose embedded in a bouquet of roses. White and flawless as the radiance of her own skin. My gaze lingered to the flowers, realizing they were fake. Paper petals twisted together in a spiral to make something complex and as intricate as a rosebud. Scentless with no texture but carefully crafted and complex in it’s simplicity. My violet pools slowly gazed to her eyes. Her sunset irises scrutinized my own. Her eyes held the intensity of a thousand flames devoid of emotion. Watching and waiting. The glow of her pale skin matched the bouquet perfectly, giving the illusion she was made of paper herself. This made the piercing stud and eye makeup stand out against her fair features. Eye shadow to match her azure hair giving her the appearance of a otherworldly being.

My rugged hands brushed against her delicate ones as I accepted her gift. Fair radiant skin, Chill to the touch with an expression to match. How could one offer a gift, much less a bouquet with such an expression? 

“I got admirers in the Akatsuki already?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” 

My voice poured out my throat like a warm enveloping honey, hers like the stinging of bees. A deep stinging tone. Implying her dominance and power over the likes of someone like me. 

“So you came to make fun of me?”


An eyebrow raised.

“…What do you want huh?”

Her soft lips parted. Gazing at me with her intense eyes.

 “Welcome to the Akatsuki, Hidan.”

Before I could find the words, the woman scattered into paper butterflies. Fluttering away as if she was a ghost that was never there to begin with. I examined the roses she left me. Each fold was so complex and yet….. My fingers began to delicately fold open one of her roses. When you take that complicity away, every single movement of the past becomes clear. How a paper was made to form a rose.

Every word she said held importance, every action was no accident. She was a painting. A beautiful painting in motion. Every single stroke seems inconsequential, but stepping back, reveals a larger picture. Much like her origami. When I see a beautiful painting like that, I just can’t help but think….

A wrinkled and creased piece of paper unfurled in my hands. 

…..how much I want to destroy it.