Oh Jesus I have a Tumblog. And you found it. You just stumbled onto a growing stockpile of writing nonsense and pointless, ridiculous crap.Uh. Have fun rummaging through that.
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When I deign to check my dash and it’s full of nothing but incessant fantarding over the same shit for multiple pages:
Demonstration on how a lot of girls probably achieve the beloved “thigh gap”.
Push your hips back, knees slightly apart. Tada, you have now given hundreds of girls a delusional hatred for their body amd made them think something is seriously wrong with them just because their thighs touch.Everyone signal boost the fuck out of this ok
preach.
Its amazing not much know of this
Always reblogging because fuck you.
…but I have a thigh gap with my knees touching. ._. And twenty pounds ago I had the anime girl crotch triangle as well.
I made a DRAW THIS AGAIN! meme without realizing it. This is Meija’anrii. The doodle on the left was drawn in 2006 or earlier. On the right I had drawn her at the end of 2011. I’ve never thought of my artistic growth as being all that significant, but then I looked at these while getting ready to sleep one morning and realized that I’ve made considerably more improvement than I thought I did.
For those curious, she really is growing those feathers from her head. It’s a characteristic trait of the I’Qodusenn, which are a race of monochrome-skinned people who are gifted with the ability to assimilate certain features of other living things for a short period of time, meaning one could borrow the shape of an arm of a bear, or the wings of a mega-raptor.
Fuck No Peta: I can’t say whether or not I intend to start shit because I genuinely…
I can’t say whether or not I intend to start shit because I genuinely don’t know, but I just want to point out that “humans don’t need meat” is a wildly abhorrent case of willful…
I’ve got a question for you. Where the fuck did you get that chart from? The only place I could find that listed the entire human intestine as more than nine meters came from the eighteen hundreds. Every other source averages between seven and nine meters for the whole intestine and that is not ten to eleven times the length of a human. Animal equality means every creature is allowed to eat the diet they have evolved eating. Humans evolved eating plants AND animals. Oppression is telling people they’re not allowed to eat what they have evolved eating simply because a small portion of the population consists of marginally educated bleeding hearts with a gross moral bias indoctrinated by a primarily religious society.
The fact you even used the word oppression in an argument about the human diet makes it hard to take you seriously. Find me unbiased sources with grounds in actual science supporting humans as herbivores and I might refrain from laughing in your face.
It’s like telling everybody that lots of plant-based foods have several times more calcium than milk (which some humans had the mutation necessary to consume into their adult years and that’s why we have dairy as part of the modern diet) and then purposely omitting that most of that calcium cannot be absorbed by the human body by the time it reaches the intestines in the first place.
It takes a whopping five minutes on the internet to find that out. Keep shitting all over science and biology for your own agenda. I’m not the one telling you you’re stupid for your diet choices. I’m just pointing out a very real tidbit of our history as a species and you actually felt it necessary to call it stupid in your tags. Good job. Good fucking job.
Eat all the roughage you want. I’m going to keep eating mine with cows and turkeys to keep it company.
Have a teaser because I’m a douche like that.
(So we’ve mentioned the RP we’re working on, I figured maybe it’d help motivate us to work on it or something if we showed people what we had so far. This bit of writing is Kai’s and it’s not even done holy goddamn.)
It began with a message. A warning of such dire urgency that it rattled the inner walls of the mind ripped its way throughout the sea of consciousness with unyielding fervor. Its ripples pierced even through the veil of weary slumber. Jolted awake with a start, a man rose abruptly from his bed, alert, as though snapped free of the clutches of death by unearthly power. He blinked hard, seeking his bearings as the jarring message tore across his thoughts for a second time.
Get off the surface of the planet, or be incinerated.
A long ear twitched from where it stood out the side of his head. He recognized that woman’s voice. It belonged to the ruling monarch of the continent. With somewhat confused haste, the coppery-faced man heaved his generous girth from his bed, twisting about for the chest of drawers beside it, through which he rummaged for the first outfit he could find. Whipping on faded black pants and an ivory tunic with burgundy red embroidery, he then snatched the first sash from a rack atop the dresser with little regard to whether it matched the rest of the ensemble.
————OH MAN HAVE SOME MORE LOL————
There were few things the man could think of that would warrant such an ominous order. None of them were good.
Cramming his feet into an old pair of boots, he then shuffled out of his room, across his home, and made for the front door. There he paused, turned around; a long look was cast back at the embodiment of his life over the past millennia. A few chairs, a small piano, end tables, a dining table, and a mantle overhead lined with small figures and paintings of three different women. A sneaking, sinking suspicion told from the back of his mind that he would never see any of it again. A voiceless sigh puffed from his nose, and with immense reluctance he turned back around to open the door.
Barely one foot made it past the threshold before the husky man whirled around with the same suddenness as if he were fiercely struck in the face. His hip creaked angrily in protest, but he gave naught but a faint grimace to the shooting pain as he raced back across the house and once more to his bedroom. Stomping to a turning halt before the chest of drawers, he shot a hand back for the rack from which he’d taken his sash, this time snatching a chain and pendant and a pair of bangles, before he once again rushed whence he came.
—————WHOOPS AND SOME MORE LOLOL—————
Barreling out of the house, he made no effort to shut the door behind him. What purpose would there be for it? To prevent passing miscreants from stealing? If anyone got any good use out of his possessions before everything burned, then by all means they could help themselves. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he hadn’t the energy to worry about things that were largely inconsequential while his life was at stake. Would he get a chance to return? He didn’t know. As the thought crossed his mind, he came to a skidding halt and took a moment to look around. He was the only one running.
Dark brows furrowed over faded willow eyes as he scanned the vicinity. Indeed, there was some increased foot traffic on the village roads, but most of the people moving about were either unperturbed by the warning, hadn’t heard it, or were confused. Frowning, the coppery-skinned man looked up into a clear morning sky, and in the moment he spent tying his hair back with an elastic band from his wrist, his eyes gravitated further past the moons, and then he blanched.
At that instant, as he caught sight of a bright and deceptively star-like pinpoint far above the sky, the very depth of the cataclysm about to befall the world struck him. The warm colors of the sunrise turned abruptly baleful, a sinister prediction of the bleak future to come. As his mind struggled desperately to wrap about the new fate of the ecosphere, white-hot talons of dread gripped his stomach with a fierce and wrenching twist. Though he had naturally entertained the thought in fleeting moments of the past, this was not his idea of effective population control. Wieraiden was going to die.
Not even joking, this is only like, half-finished. If even. I’m actually really bad at streamlining events. Anyway, have this thing I started like… last summer. This thing has been in planning for over a year now. I fucking hate my dicked-up brain chemistry.
Queen Chrysalis Pinup by ~Reashi
Maybe this way, she can get her love and not do a hostile takeover of Canterlot.
Foxy; Why are her hands so flipping small!?
P.i: You mean normal size? Am I correct? Because her hands are perfectly fine. Idoita.
Actually according to proper anatomy, those hands are small. You know where my wrist would start with my fingers there? At my nipple. A hand covers one whole half of the face. Those would cover maybe a third.
sulphuris submitted:I saw a few things on here about a game called “Scarlet Blade.” My curiosity got the best of me and I looked into it. Apparently the ads aren’t misleading. You can only play as female characters and the site’s class descriptions come complete with breast sizes! Here are some of the character designs, in all of their anatomy/armor-design disregarding glory.
I added two more pictures I found.
oh my god Kai is playing this in Livestream right now and just
holy fuck
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Here, have a high-res screenshot of that.
This news site is polling those for and against gay marriage and the results are depressingly negative. There are less than 400 votes now so even if a handfull of you lovelies voted up this poll, we’d swamp them. The poll itself is located on the bottom right column of the page.
Lets do this.
Time Warner don’t like this page. Or don’t like me.
Most of the comments in the poll are bloody disgusting. “OMG IT AIN’T RIGHT. BIBLE SEZ” god fucking dammit one of your own is reasonable enough in there and the rest of you homophobic pricks are probably scoffing at him because he thinks like a mature adult instead of YOUR definition of “Christian”.
Art&Animation by Todd Lockwood
http://www.tolo.bizIt literally just occurred to me watching this that the head tracking thing birds do keeps their heads from bobbling around while they fly.
Ahhaha, the chicken.
(via scionofhyperborea)
Mulp- Either Hell No Bronies was hacked, hit with some sort of virus or have lost their minds because they only have one post and all their other content is gone.
The front page says we got a Trojan, but I tend to think we got hacked. Right now no one else appears to be about…? I’d look deeper into it if I knew how, but I think we’re having to start over from scratch. I’m being told to leave the blog, actually. So I guess this is admin Kai of HNB signing off until further notice.
