uniquegirlsreign:

prolapsing-abnormality:

This must be watched, now. Project Unbreakable reaches out to the victims of sexual assault. This woman is amazing.

The above. Just take a look at the site, it speaks for its self as does the video, i have never felt so more like crying because of something on a screen, except for the last HP movie and Sherlock etc (ok i think you get what  i mean) never more for photographs. 

This does that to me though, makes me so sad and heart-broken. It also makes me feel strengthened to continue with my book, for those following me who don’t know me, i am writing a Sci-fi fantasy novel that is, one of the things anyway - the main one, about same-sex male rape. 

I sometimes feel i don’t have the experience to continue writing it because i have never been raped or abused, attacked in any way sexually, i am going from research and what seems right. Looking at Grace Brown’s site makes me feel like i need to continue on. 

Thank you Grace, you are doing a wonderful thing that is breathtaking. 

Rain. 

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corduroypony:

starexorcist:

owllin:

pocketpinya:

devhalena:

hamhammers:

pandaslikevodka:

aacero:

techno-bacon:

ezio-broditore:

zetterbergs:

lucy-stillman:

zombieirish:

I bought the game, and lo and behold, can’t even play it.

 Okay, okay. After we save the world, I’ll show you.

#are you fucking kidding me?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sniper:_Ghost_Warrior_2

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

 © wetlee lobs™

http://www.filmon.com/tv/flashmain/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=AVcYhQzDv68#! 
drunk joel 

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzejo3Lxe1r6sf0po1_400.jpg

Ahahaha, it’s an awful ship that I used to support

No I’m serious that’s exactly why I can’t  be around scissors anymore

✔

 TA TA TA TA TA 

whoops the secret is out

http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h458/GragonRyu/TeenGracie2.jpg

oops

is deemed well-suited for women
because it’s seen as theoretical (not physical) and it takes place
almost exclusively in offices (thought to be woman-friendly
spaces).

corduroypony:

synnesai:

battlesuit:

G ☆ D

sgvihnjetget TINY DAVESPRITE

I want tiny Davesprite-parrot to be canon SO BAD!

So pretty, it is very well done. And Davesprite i thought was a miniature Dragon.. i like Davesprite-Dragon.

Instant Happy! XD cute little fishie…

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soo frightening…

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Eight Days ago

Luster had to leave me to go to the podium, so I had to squish in the back, oh I am so glad i am five foot seven. That allowed me to see over most the crowd. There was much shuffling of feathers, and craning of necks to be seen. In front of the red podium was the circle of Elders, consisting of two women  and three men. In the center was Rowland, a taller man with wings of a barn owl. He looked pleased with out a doubt. The chanting of the Elders grew to a crescendo as their wings flared out, hands uplifted to the sky above the Cloud city we inhabited over the United States of America. The colorful glitter of magic appeared as a ring above Rowland. The colors swirled and twisted, deep purple, red of dried blood, the darkest emerald green, lavender, and -my personal favorite- Navy blue. All of them had gold veining or glitter or tint, showing that they were Griffins. The shouted in unison and released the magic.  That’s where my trouble began…

So with magic, it is Unpredictable. The Elders instructed it to look for certain traits, such as Understanding, Truthful, Open-minded, Dependability, and etc (the list goes on and on). They scouted out for nine years now, to find someone with these traits. They found Rowland. Correction, they thought theyfound Rowland.

Okay, back to my doom and gloom. ‘That’s where my trouble began…’ The ring lowered, flashed, then disappeared. Everyone was watching for the transformation. But unnoticed to almost everyone, the ring was hurtling invisibly towards a spectator. Only five people noticed, Lady Thorn, High Griffin Neztii, High Griffin Bride Tor, Luster, and myself. Why me you must be thinking? Well there is only one reason, which you will have to read on to figure out.

A ring of bright colored lights racing towards you, dodging the Aeires in front of you is not a pleasant thing. Contrary to popular belief. Then the fact that it rammed into me like a charging rhino bull and threw me back and up was not fun either. It was strange, you would think that from so far away I wouldn’t be able to hear Luster gasp or Lady Thorn mutter Uh oh, or the High Griffin Bride Tor say why, as High Griffin Neztii asked who I was, but I did. Then I felt my body absorb the Magic Ramming Rhino, I shuttered as each new wave was in, I never recalled opening my wings as a flurry of gold dust sprang several feet above my head. The dust streamlined and spiraled around me, inclusing my unusually large wingspan. Some of the dust touched down under each nblack bar on my feathers, creating a slim gold bar underneath. The magic had spilled some of my hair from its bun, more dust colored my hair with gold highlights. The gold continued to swirl and I started to glow. How did I know that? I felt it, some how. The gold dust created a long flowing tail, a cat tail, the magic in my mind informed me, a house cat tail. After the Dust had formed a complete swirling orb around me, it glowed like a faded star as I glowed like the sun. Then the orb of gold sank into my skin. About now the rest of the crowed noticed that Rowland wasn’t changing, and had durened to wtach me. Suddenly I wasn’t looking out but rather, in. Dust surrounded my magic core which was shapped as a small moss green hawk; the dust mobbed my magic hawk, And the gold form of a slender cat with a tail almost twice that of it’s body glowecd. Then it pounced into my hawk, leaving gold. Then I was on the ground, looking at everyone. There was a lot of shock, awe, and happiness. Then I made the error of looking a t Rowland, hate and fear dwelled there. Another glance athe the Hight Griffins was a mistake as well; they were passive, as if it did not matter, then a glimmer of fear in Tor and Hope in Neztii, which surprised me. The Elders looked as if they were hissing at each other trying to find out what exactly had gone wrong. Luster looked as if he was so happy he would burst. It was he who started the clapping and the welcome. The rest of the audience slowly joined in. The Elders came and welcomed me and hustlyed me out into the high castle of the Griffins. But they didn’t get me out fast enought to not eaher High Griffin Neztii’s announcement, that I, a new Griffin, was to be the next heir to the throne. As well as that Neztii was going to, in a sense, retire with his family to enjoy the wonders of his people.

Aw Shit, Here I will make a list of what officially sucks right now:

             1. I have become a Griffin and I wasn’t suppose to

                   a. Rowland now wants to kill me probably

                   b. Meaning I should go talk to him…

            2. I have no clue on what to do as a Griffin

            3. Only a few people actually know me (Luster, Lexi, my parents,                         my five siblings and my art teacher)

           4. Oh, did i mention that I am NEXT IN LINE FOR THE THRONE AND                                      NOBODY KNOWS WHO I AM?!!?

bookfessions:

Credit: intothedeepestofdreams

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finnlawrence:

devdevnumnums:

hehe.

PPPPPFFFFFT

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Have you ever done some simple thing then everyone around you  either gives you a look of absolute praise, or that they want to kill you before you have time to take another breath? Well, I was having one of those days… Actually about nine of them…. in a row.

It all began nine days ago, at the rare transformation of an Aeires to a Griffin. Wait, what’s that you say? Oh gosh…. I guess I’ve gotta explain. So here it goes. A normal Aeries, which is the majority of the population, is a human with bird wings. The persons personality can cause the wings to be a particular type (such as hawks, owls, eagles, sparrows, pigeons, etc). The coloring usually follows the breed. The wings of an Aeires are usually large enough to allow the Aeire to fly. Ummmm, what else do you need to know? Ah ha! All Aeires have their own magic, only a slight amount, to change the winds’ direction, make their weight less to ease the strain on their wings. There is a caste system with the Aeires. Sparrows, Robins, Crows, and other common birds are farmers and gatherers and are general laborers and on occasion soldiers. The next step up is is Owls who-who’s (get the joke?) are more managers and bank owners and traders and scholars and.. well you get the point. Higher then them is Hawks; they are the artisans and tradesman, making things like cloth, swords, gizmos and gadgets (etc.). Further up are the Eagles and Falcons, they are generals, higher military and judges (Doves are sometimes here). Then there are Griffins. On an important side note, you can be promoted or demoted, so there are Crow generals and Eagle farmers. So that is the basic system.

Okay dokey, now that we have that figured out I can explain Griffins. Griffins are Aeire royalty. Griffins have more magic and major mind you (healing, battle, and weather among other things). The things that makes them stand out is that they have a tail of a four legged animal, example: foxes, dogs, cats, lions, hippos, wolves, horses, camels sheep and so on and so forth. MAJOR FACTIOD! Griffins can take the form of the animal they have the tail of and that of their wings for that matter, but, hey, every Aeire can do that. They can change into one of two sizes: human sized, or the size of the actual animal. On Average, humans tend to notice a five foot three humming bird running around. As a rule Griffins are born as Griffins or are changed by The Elders.

The Elders are the five oldest Griffins; the oldest was 359 before retiring for 41 years before his death. The Elders consist of both woman and men and are skilled magic users. Every few hundred years the Elders will change one of the Aeire into a Griffin (to avoid interbreeding). This extraordinary event was what the whole court of the High Griffin Neztii had been invited to attend. Even a lowly Artisan like me was able to attend, although I barely had become a Court Artisan a few years ago.

“Shoot! I should have been watching the clock!” I muttered, while cleaning up the paint I was using to create a blue heron on a still green pond. One look down made it obvious that I couldn’t go in these clothes, too much paint. Too bad Lexi wasn’t here; she always had a sense of fashion. Of which I lacked. I sighed, vainly trying to smooth my skirts flat.

There was a knock at the doorframe to my wonderfully cluttered studio. Luster’s black mop of hair came into view. He was soo tall, he had to duck to make it through the door. Luster was wearing black, it suited him, black pants, black blouse, black belt. Of course he had his blue-black Raven wings and the tail of a Black leopard -of which twitched happily- freshly groomed. Luster’s grey eyes watched me with amusement.

“Need help? I knew you would forget, you usually do…” He smirked and waved an elegant hand in the air. My dress straightened its self out, paint stains vanished and my Redtailed Hawk wings settled, my dark hair twisted its self into a bun as the ornate prongs wizzed across the room and slid gracefully into the bun. I glared at him, I hated when he showed off. All it did was make his smirk grow into a smile.

“Thanks. Wait, now you’re going to be late!”

“It’s fine, I like the attention anyway.” I rolled my eyes at my friend, one of the Royal Griffins. Luster continued,”Now, let me escort you.” He held out his arm and bowed overly pleasantly. I grumbled under my breath, but took his arm anyway. And off we went.