Apparently men don’t like skinny jeans because it leaves nothing to the imaginations?
What is there to imagine?
Yes, there are two legs there what else did you expect, tentacles?
My name is Winters; check out the "About Me" page for more explanation, and the art tag is most of my stuff. My art blog is linked in somewhere around here too.
Everyday is TMI day, so ask away!
*makes hour-long fart noises*
"Im sorry but black people cant be elves because black people arent beautiful or good"
Please tell me this anon is fucking joking.
Poc can’t be pure apparently
This is something a friend of mine actually said to my face while I was talking about diversity in books the other day. I really don’t understand how people could think it’s strange for a fictional mythical creature to have darker skin. If it’s about staying close to the original, then why do they think it’s fine for vampires to walk out in the sun? Why do they use Tolkien as a source instead of the original elves? And if it’s about beauty and purity… how can they not see how racist they are? How blinded can they be by their own hateful delusions?
A dress designed to change color in the rain, thanks to dye sewn into
the seams. Created by Sean Kelly, Modeled by Angelica Guillen-Jimenez
No matter where you are, there’s always at least one…
- bitchy flute player
- socially awkward clarinet player
- mentally unstable oboe player
- violinist who practices six hours a day
- hot percussionist
- bassoon player who doesn’t know what’s appropriate to say
- saxophone player who always looks high
- violist who hates everyone
- asshole trumpet player
- huggable tuba player
- bass clarinet player who has no idea what the hell is going on
- piano player who looks like he probably carries a knife around
- trombone player with a weird haircut
These are some of them, most were golden retrivers and labradors, but also included german shepherds and other breeds. Sadly most are dead now, while many people forget them and don’t spare them a thought.
As people lay dying, trapped and hurt, a team of nearly 100 loyal and courageous search dogs put their lives on the line to help humans. Without them, many more would not have survived, yet few people consider them.
In such a chaotic, terrifying, hot, acrid-smelling, smokey and loud environment, countless human lives depended on their ability to focus, listen, respond to their handlers, and work tirelessly. Stepping over cracked glass, hot tarmac, through flames and thick smoke, being winched over deep ravines, they battled on to seek out survivors and bring them aid.
They worked around the clock, day and night, searching, sniffing, over and over. Not only did they search, but they comforted - many eyewitnesses speak of how the dogs would stop and sit by newly-recovered victims, giving them a sense of hope and relief, before moving on to look for the next. As the situation became desperate, and the rescue workers and fire teams became utterly distraught at the amount of people who were recovered dead, these dogs brought them comfort, sitting with them on breaks, letting them grieve.
Many of these dogs are old, and have passed away. Let us remember the courage and loyalty they showed at such a horrendous event. They didn’t have a choice, but nonetheless they did what was asked of them and helped save countless lives. Don’t let their bravery be forgotten today either, or their determination to be a ‘good dog’ despite the scary and dangerous environment around them.
And let’s not forget that these dogs actually became depressed when they kept finding dead bodies; they thought they were failing to save people. The workers helping had to hide in the ruble just to let the dogs find a living person and lift their spirits.
Imagine your icon tripping, landing face-first on your chest and blushing