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out-there-on-the-maroon:

hotdogheroine50:

the moment you knew this was going to be the best fucking game you ever played

One of my main reasons for cosplaying Chell is that if I get super nervous and someone tries to talk to me, I can just jump, and people will think I’m brilliant for being in character, but really I am just anxious and scared sometimes and Chell gives me strength.

dirtybetanerd:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

asks:
Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to 10 of your favourite followers. Thinking good thoughts about yourself is hard but it will make you feel better so give it a go, for the sake of spreading positivity. :)

Okay. *deep breath*. I can do this.

1. I am kind. I guess? I mean, I can be bad tempered, but I’m okay.

2. Um. I’m pretty good with kids. I mean,  I’ve gotten a lot better since I accepted that I actually do like kids. I’ll never be like my brother, and I’m a lot quieter than him, but I’m pretty good with them.

3. I have a good memory. It takes me a couple of goes to remember a person’s name, but once it does, motherfucker is in there and I am remembering literally *everything* that person did, said or mumbled in my presence and am never letting go of it.

4. I have a passion, and I enjoy it, and I am good at explaining it. Like, I really love analyzing literature, and I love doing it, and I can’t imagine a future where I don’t get involved in it in some way.

5. I’m pretty good with advice. Except when it comes to me, of course.

I am never any good with passing these on, so if you want an excuse to list 5 nice things about yourself, grab it and say I tagged you - you have permission.

Please help.

I feel miserable and worthless and like my family detests me.

I can’t…manage. I can’t live.

obscuruslupa:


padalickmyballs:

i-raised-you-to-perfection:

bite-me-assbutt:

the-little-lost-angel:

homosexual-fallen-angel:

savior-of-every-fallen-angel:

cynical-fallen-angel:

all-the-ships-from-all-the-shows:

cas-plays-twister:

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

shannacorn:

profoundbooty:

family-bussiness-of-sam-and-dean:

So I saw this on my Instagram dashboard and the last song I listened to was Take On The World….
Sooo it would be Take On The World In Misha’s Pants, I literally laughed for ten minutes!! Lol! :D

How To Disappear Completely… In Misha’s pants.
ಠ‿ಠ

The stolen child in misha’s pants … XD help! I’m crying!

The Lost Get Found in Misha’s Pants. omfg

Rock Show In Misha’s Pants………………..excellent.

I’m Sexy and I Know it in Misha’s Pants.

Pompeii in Misha’s Pants

Meant To Live in Misha’s Pants

True Love in Misha’s Pants

Problem in Misha’s pants

Urgent in Misha’s Pants

Radioactive in Misha’s pants

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman in Misha’s Pants

Is Nothing Sacred Anymore in Misha’s Pants


Let It Go in Misha’s Pants

obscuruslupa:

padalickmyballs:

i-raised-you-to-perfection:

bite-me-assbutt:

the-little-lost-angel:

homosexual-fallen-angel:

savior-of-every-fallen-angel:

cynical-fallen-angel:

all-the-ships-from-all-the-shows:

cas-plays-twister:

thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon:

shannacorn:

profoundbooty:

family-bussiness-of-sam-and-dean:

So I saw this on my Instagram dashboard and the last song I listened to was Take On The World….

Sooo it would be Take On The World In Misha’s Pants, I literally laughed for ten minutes!! Lol! :D

How To Disappear Completely… In Misha’s pants.

ಠ‿ಠ

The stolen child in misha’s pants … XD help! I’m crying!

The Lost Get Found in Misha’s Pants. omfg

Rock Show In Misha’s Pants………………..excellent.

I’m Sexy and I Know it in Misha’s Pants.

Pompeii in Misha’s Pants

Meant To Live in Misha’s Pants

True Love in Misha’s Pants

Problem in Misha’s pants

Urgent in Misha’s Pants

Radioactive in Misha’s pants

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman in Misha’s Pants

Is Nothing Sacred Anymore in Misha’s Pants

Let It Go in Misha’s Pants

latteinparis:

thedevilswaiting:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

Holy shit

Well shit man

Anonymous
asks:
Your fanfiction has sparked the question: what is a clit?

bri-ecrit:

fivethingsunmixed:

bri-ecrit:

…er. Here.

Best.

Fanfic-related question.

Evarrrrr.

(Seriously, I started reading fanfic aged-12, pretty sure I got 90% of my sex-health related knowledge from fanfic. But I had forums to help, and I do not recommend this to anyone else.

…I suddenly want to write a parody fic about someone who has literally gained *all* their sex experience from bad!fic and see how that ends…)

True story: I read my first smutfic when I was eleven or twelve, and I was SO confused when a character started yelling that they were coming (“‘Coming’? Coming WHERE? WHERE ARE THEY GOING?”).

"Ow."

"Ow."

"OW!"

"What?" Eileen asked George innocently.

"What the fuck are you doing?” George demanded, “Are you…are you sticking your fingers in my arse?”

Eileen looked up, puzzled, from his cock.

"…yes?"

"…without lube?"

"…yes?"

"…without asking for permission?"

"…yes?"

"…without gloves?"

"…yes?"

"…without even asking if I’ve done a shit lately or laying down towels?"

"…I-is that a thing you do?"

George lay his head back and groaned. This was the last time he fucked a girl raised by the internet.

Anonymous
asks:
The ethics of storytelling? What are the ethical concerns when it comes to telling a story? I mean, I can see telling untrue stories and pretending they're true being unethical. Same with pretending someone else's stories are yours. But what else?

corseque:

The ethics of storytelling! You’re right, I didn’t mean plagiarism. The “telling untrue stories” part is closer.

The cultures of groups of people are in large part dictated by storytelling - books, movies, pop culture. Stories shape the way people treat and relate to each other. Racism, sexism, homophobia, ableism, classism - hatreds and prejudices of all sorts are taught from the cradle through storytelling.

An example of a culture affected by storytelling - Children’s books in the US are overwhelmingly about white children and that all-white trend continues in every facet of mainstream American media. All other races are underrepresented or cast as villains. White is seen as the default for Who A Main Character Is, from movie trailers to character creation screens. White characters are given the most important parts, play the heroes. If you don’t think this deliberate failure of representation perpetuates racism, don’t kid yourself.

Put more simply - stories are propaganda.

If you’re going to be a storyteller, it’s goddamn important to be aware of your prejudices. What are you contributing to your culture? What are you choosing to focus on? What are you choosing to ignore? If your story refuses to let gay people exist, why? If your story has no minority characters, why? If your story only knows how to kill women off, why? 

If you’re going to be a writer, you need to be wide awake.

tamorapierce:

victorianrendezvous:

sparaglipietro:

Michael Komarck - A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

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sparaglipietro

Accurate fanart, down to the antlered helm. So much love.

Wow.

Reblogging for boyfriend