WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SLICE THEIR PALM TO GET BLOOD. do you know how many nerve endings are in your hand?!?! why don’t they ever cut the back of their arm or their leg or something omfg
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
About Eridan growing up and hearing awesome fucking tales about Daulscar, the troll whose symbol he shares, and how he has dreams of sailing the seas and fighting pirates.
About Eridan noticing how tired his new moirail is so often and how she has to go away for days on “business”. About how he wants to be a good moirail for this future empress that he pities, so he offers, begs her to let him help in any way possible.
About how Eridan almost lost his lunch over his first lusus-kill, when the stunned troll finally caught up to see purple spilling from their beloved custodial figure. About how 4-sweep-old Eridan stuttered out in shock that it was business for the fuchsia-blood, and how he allowed the troll an hour to grieve before halfheartedly threatening them to leave so he could take the body
About how he was secretly relieved when he met Vriska, and he didn’t have to worry so much about running into freshly-orphaned trolls and risk seeing the emotions run through their face.
About how he had originally thought that running errands for the future-empress would earn him good standing with seadwellers, and how he slowly realized, that everyone hated him instead.
About how he started to hate the land-dwellers for their existence, their fragility, how, in helping his moirail and keeping the landwellers safe from her lusus, he had caused all the seadwellers to despise his mark and curse his name.
About how he withdrew into himself when he realized that he could never go back, that he couldn’t quit this job, that he was likely cursed to empty quadrants. Who would want to date the lusus-killer? About how he started to hate the water, where he was more likely to run into other trolls.
About how in his desperation and fear of being alone, he clung more tightly to relationships he did have, exaggerating feelings either red or black to keep his concupiscent quadrants occupied.
About how betrayed and worthless he felt when Vriska dumped him to wane black for Tavros, essentially telling the Ampora that he wasn’t good enough to be her rival, that he was even beneath a crippled lowblood who didn’t even seem interested in black romance.
About how when Feferi broke off their moirallegiance, he lost the only other person he had, the person he had thrown everything away for, the person who he had put his own name on the line for, so she would have one less thing to worry about when she laid down to sleep in the day.
#THIS IS WHAT MARCH ERIDAN SHOULD BE #NOT TERRIBLY SEXUALIZED BUT FASHIONABLE AND WONDERFUL AND IN CHARACTER #GIVE ME CROSSDRESSING ERIDAN IN ELEGANT DRESSES #GIVE ME CROSSDRESSING ERIDAN SHOOTING LUSII #HELL GIVE ME CROSSDRESSING ERIDAN ERADICATING THE LANDDWELLERS #DONT GIVE ME PORN STAR CROSS DRESSING ERIDAN #/rant over (tags via aradiada)
There is not much about Stacie Baek, but it let’s a great space for ideas what and who she is. At first she is a designer currently living in New York. She studied at the Textile and Arts Center in Maryland and is now ready for some art omn textile using the labor intensive technique of double-cloth weaving. The words in these pieces pack a wallop. Her pain is palpable but so is her discipline, artistry, skill, and most of all, courage. We love her ideas and colorful interpretation of directness.
Hi everyone, I’ve been a bit busy so instead of doodle or die…
I hereby present the first doodle/sketch/drawing I ever did of the Yogscast on Wednesday, March 14, 2012, at 9:06:39 PM (according to my computer’s records). This was when Simon Honeydew received the official goggles of a Skylord in SOI. I had a strong image in my head of his reaction and sketched it in paint. I know it’s not finished and that’s the beauty of it. Yog on (forever).