oneladydracor replied to your post:oneladydracor replied to your post: “oneladydracor…My arm has been hurting for a couple weeks, but other then that my life is improving. I’m making it so. I’m also going to Otakon with my Moirail next friday~
Bad arm, no hurt Mah…
I think I hurt it when I was at camp doing Yoga. I’m not the most fit, but always push myself. I might have pinched a nerve or damage my muscle somehow doing all the yogi things. But it’s caused me some trouble at work ^^’ I can’t lift some of the heavy stuff I normally do, because my arm gives out at weird times. It’s improved, slowly, but still hurts a lot :c
Otakon is an anime convention that happens down in Baltimore! I used to go back in high school, but haven’t since because of various things both good and bad. But now, next friday my moirail has off, and I managed to get off by working this weekend. So we’re gonna go. I’m gonna take pictures.
I’m glad to be back playing on Tumblr again. It’s in part because I am finally improving my health. I cut out a toxic person from it, and just…feel a lot better because of that, and like I can finally be more sociable again. (and get back into writing)
I’ve thought about you, and quite a few folks I care about here at random times throughout my problems. I’ve had the hope of you all doing well, and being happy, or at least trying to be. It seems like you are?
I keep thinking about the Werewolf Trisska. It’s so weird and confusing to me. I never considered myself a werewolf. A normal Wolf at one point, yes. But not infected with Lycanthropy, or in possession of a Wolf-girdle. (Though as an ignorant child I did use the word Lycanthropy privately to myself.)
I’d like to try to draw her, though I can’t people well. I want to figure out what she was supposed to represent. There was such an open innocence and White-knight style aggression to her.But ultimately helpless when I was holding her friend by the throat.
I’m confused by him. A white wolf I never thought I was. I always knew there was a shade of red in my coat. Later learning I was a Red Wolf (Hybrid, but that’s beside the point.) So who is he, what is he? I’m so lost by this.
She made me feel a lot of emotions all at once. But trust was something instinctive when I heard her say her-Our, name. I’ve not met anyone like that in the waking world, who shares my name.
By my birth name there have been many, and we never got on very well. I was always the outcasted of my name group.
|—||Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars (via pepitotomlinsons)|
I love the Touch-Me-Not pods. Even though they are a weed they are still hella cool. I had a pull a bunch at work and this gif doesn’t give the plant justice. If the WIND blows a little too hard some of the pods will burst. The slightest touch makes them pop.
tumblr has changed so much, i don’t really know how to source my own stuff anymore. don’t know that i like the changes?
Argo is sexy. That is what I do know.
I think one of the best feelings in the world is when someone remembers something you said. Whether it was something from yesterday, a week ago, a month ago.. It’s just like, “Wow, you actually listen to me.”
- If you don’t watch a series entirely you are not a true fan
- If you do watch a series entirely you are not a true fan
You are only a true fan if you:
- are powered by electricity
- have multiple flat blades
- spin around really fast
i got so mad then laughed so hard
starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours
I have absolutely no problem with this whatsoever.
Who changed it
no complaining here
That image is deffo welcome in my blog
Yes I think this one fits in my blog nicely
Attention goers of go!daiko 2014!!
If you find yourself in a cosplay emergency (such as sudden costume tear, unexpected period, dehydration with no water fountain nearby, or even just need a bandaid) and you see me, please do not hesitate to approach me. I might be in costume. If so, look for the person in a blue bike helmet traveling with a red bike helmet person (I honestly don’t know who we are my bf made the costumes but anyways) and a windwaker link.
I will be carrying bandaids, neosporin, tums, tylenol, water bottles, feminine products, and a mini sewing kit! Please, if you need any of these items and you see me, I am more than happy to help you!!
Lemme reblog this for any of my followers who are going to this.
Because this is my daughter and she’s an absolute gem who loves to help people.
May they be forever alone for their elitist douche-baggery.
I was recently interviewing the woman who founded Her Universe and we were talking specifically about women and geekdom. I asked about the rise of girls in geek culture and she very accurately corrected me: There is no “rise” of geek girls. We’ve always been here. Girls are just as nerdy as dudes are. Ladies have always been interested in sci fi and fantasy and video games - we just don’t talk about it a lot because men are assholes.
Yes. I did not want to wake up this morning, and kinda dragged today because I was thinking about it?
There was something like…a Lycanthrope disease, very aggressive, spreading rapidly. I was ME, but I still looked like this too. I was both Dracor and Human at the same time. Lost in this huge house trying to find something or someone, I can’t remember now. Like I was separated.
Fighting these werewolves that had killed a lot of people. As I came down the main stairs and saw the door, this absolutely Huge white and silver wolf attacked me. I went autopilot and had no mercy. I picked it up by the throat and was going to choke it to death. A woman came running at me screaming, so I jumped into the air and hovered there, slowly killing this poor beast. She was begging me to stop, that it was her companion, her friend, and a normal beast.
I asked her what her name was. And she said. “Trisska.”
I was startled. I had come down a little ways, about five feet off the floor, maybe six, and dropped the white wolf. I said, almost moreso to myself then to her “I think he is still alive.” I got right into her face, nearly snarling demanding to know what she said. I even spelled it. “Did you say Trisska? T-R-I-S-S-K-A?” She thought she offended me somehow and would not repeat it at first until I had spelled it.
I just dropped to the ground then, looking so lost and forlorn. I told her that was my name, and I was lonely.
At some point we were running together, Werewolf Trisska and I, with her friend.
It was so weirdly vivid. Up close she looked a bit like me, our eyes were the same. Same shape, same shade of blue with touches of yellow. She was a little taller, and much more lean. But so similar…
For example, you can:
- be in a shampoo commercial
- start a boy band:
- spot some choice booty:
- break into song:
- see some people in frankly offensive outfits:
- attend a metal show:
- listen to some sick jams:
- discover zombieism:
- sample some tasty snacks:
- watch someone get burned bad:
- find something you really like:
- find something you really, really like:
- find something you REALLY REALLY LIKE:
- and wonder if you left the stove on:
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],