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twistedviper:

missmeaganlouise:

You know all those wonderful Conservative parents who proceed to abandon, kick out, or cut off their children for any reason (including, but not limited to a child’s sexuality)?
Well here we go:

“But if anyone does not provide for his own, and especially for those of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”
1 Timothy 5:8 (NKJV)

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leupagus:

itsxandy:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

sevenpoints:

HE BROUGHT IT ON HIMSELF

I actually found this pretty depressing because when Happy asks her if she’s boxed before, she looks so proud of herself when she says she has, and then he just kind of demeans her response by suggesting that she wasn’t a real boxer, and you see her face just drop

Natasha Romanoff: professional to an extent.

She’s professional the whole way through — Happy is the one who isn’t just stupefyingly unprofessional but vicious in his attempt to punch her when her back was turned.

Literally. He tried to punch a woman he’d just met, before she’d gotten any gloves, before he’d explained anything else to her.  Fuck anybody who thinks that Natasha’s treatment of him (which is so obviously instinct and training, not a desire to humiliate him, unlike his violence toward her) is unprofessional.

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breatheh0pe1nme:

superadorablephil:

twerkdatstrider:

Oh crap they found me out

This is my life

oh my goodness this is 100% accurate 

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thranduil-stormborn:

naturemetaltolkien:

Tolkien died in 1973. Reverse it and you get 3791.
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky, seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine for mortal men doomed to die, and one for the dark lord on his dark throne.

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if-these-sheets-were-jagk asked: I hope Nintendo gives every character high heels just to make everyone who's upset by such a trivial reason even more upset.

2chainz-senpai:

iplemons:

To me it is not trivial, and not the only thing I’m mad about with her character. and here is why:

Samus Aran is A BOUNTY HUNTER. She was trained by the chozo and is super strong and awesome and over the years she’s been bastardized by the gaming industry as some sex symbol and the heels are just the icing on the cake.

Here is her main design:

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SHE’S 6’3 AND 200 POUNDS

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This was her when they first made her zero suit in SSB brawl. Note she actually had some muscular upper arm definition while yes still stupidly sexy looking, you could argue it as what she looked like under her power suit.

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Here she is in Metroid: other M where they also gave her stupid heels. They elongated her legs and gave her NO MUSCLE DEFINITION (you’d think after training with the chozo and being able to contort yourself into a fucking ball you’d have SOME muscle right?)

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Players have been rewarded by getting her almost naked time and time again. The first game was such a shocker because it revealed her as a girl, you were playing this complete badass that all the guys wanted to be and then BOOM it’s actually a girl. That said a lot. 

Her zero suit first off, shouldn’t be for fighting because it’s UNDER her power suit (also she should be hella muscular and buff not all curvy and shit, her first designs when she was in the two piece showed her as more athletic and muscular and just something she is just comfortable in.) She’s most vulnerable in game when she’s out of her power suit, yes she’s still buff and tough but no where near the same power when she’s in it.

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And they’ve been making her weaker in my opinion as well because in the game Metroid: Other M, when she was confronted by Ridley (WHOSE ASS SHE HAS KICKED 2 TRILLION TIMES BY THE WAY) She just froze up and cried and couldn’t move and became pathetic. She was in heels here too which I’m equally mad about because the Zero Suit is supposed to be bare bones whats UNDER her power suit.

see below for the video I’m talking about where she gets fucking stupid after ridley shows up:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrwN5jS4bt4

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And later in the game in her Zero suit she is randomly shot in her in the back by Adam (literally for no reason) before explaining to her she couldn’t kill these metroids etc. etc. where he could have explained to her WITHOUT FUCKING SHOOTING HER. She also takes one shot and just lays there breathing heavily unable to move? One shot?. So for the rest of the scene she was just laying on the floor in some demure way while Adam explains some shit where do you really think Samus would have stood for someone pushing her around like that? Taking orders from somebody? SHE’S A BOUNTY HUNTER SHE’S SOLO. SHE DOESN’T ANSWER TO ANYONE. SHE DOESN’T TAKE SHIT.

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also on the heels thing, remember this:

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I have no issues with sexy females, 99.99% of female characters in video games are a sexy character. Samus is a badass warrior, she wasn’t originally a sexy character. Just look at Laura Croft, her entire design is sex appeal (besides the new game which was amazing and ofc made by a girl who was tired of seeing bad ass females being only tits and ass). Samus was literally one of the only female characters, and by far the most popular, who wasn’t based on sex appeal. And now she’s based on sex appeal. This is why I’m mad and why this isn’t trivial to me.

SO NO IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT THE HEELS, THE HEELS ARE THE ICING ON THE CAKE OF HOW ONE OF THE MOST BADASS FEMALES IN GAMING HISTORY IS SLOWLY TURNING INTO A PATHETIC SEX SYMBOL WHO CAN’T STAND HER OWN GROUND IN HER OWN GAMES. 

THE BIGGEST SMACK DOWN IN WRESTLEMANIA HISTORY

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kuroneko003:

sleep:

what a time to be alive

Tag your porn!

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fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

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amandaonwriting:

Cheat Sheets for Writing Body Language

We are always told to use body language in our writing. Sometimes, it’s easier said than written. I decided to create these cheat sheets to help you show a character’s state of mind. Obviously, a character may exhibit a number of these behaviours. For example, he may be shocked and angry, or shocked and happy. Use these combinations as needed.

by Amanda Patterson

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