You know I really don’t get it. These kids work so hard, and instead of praise they are left with the last few scraps of a holiday dinner.
I’ve seen them out there at 5 in the morning and 10 at night. I’ve seen them on Halloween and Memorial Day. I’ve seen them running laps around the school because some sports team took the stadium from them when it was rightfully theirs, but instead of bitching about it they said “it’s time to get stronger”.
I’ve heard them talk about themselves. They really think they’re nothing special. They have heard what we all have to say about how easy what they do is. They use to shout in protest but soon realized we had already turned around to cheer on the ball game.
They speak in this secret language of fermatas and thirty second notes and dot books and subsets, but we seem to have translated the word crescendo into ‘worthless’.
I hear the football team talk about them. ‘I can’t believe the school gives them all that money, I mean they just come to play at our games!’ and I want to scream at the top of my very lungs that they do so much more than ride a bus and perform at half-time. I wanted to smash some sense into their heads. I want for just one second for everyone to see the stigma they had created.
But I wouldn’t. Who would listen? Who would stop to hear that every summer they wake up at 4 am and work until 11 pm to perfect 12 minutes? Who would stop to care that 100 kids struggle to wear their uniforms every year because they are falling apart at the seams, but the soccer team buys new ones every year?
Why is it that when 100 kids run across a field they earn respect, but when 100 kids run across a field with metal in their hands they earn malice and laughter?
Look at them. Look how amazing they are. Look how hard they work with what little they are given. Look at how they still take pride in the broken puzzle of a program the school board dishes out to them every year.
For God’s sake, just look at them."
My sister and brother were both in marching band for four years of gloriousness. My brother made field commander his senior year. And I’m proud to say that at our high school? Everyone knew how hard the band kids worked. They’ve made state championship finals for about 30-years running, and you know what? Half the stadium sometimes gets up and leaves after the halftime show, because that’s what they came to see.
Fancy!tier Sylph of Space Kanaya progress!
I did the skirt finally, and it actually turned out exactly how I wanted YAY!
Placeholder shirt until the dress is finished.
It’s hard to tell but the green lace overskirt and the obi belt both have a rose pattern on them. =w=
Those shoes are going to kill me but they’re fucking amazing.
Still need to do the hood and the dress, the two hardest bits.
Baby Nala plying with a ribbon
i need cute bunny to rescue me
Another thought on Cap 2 (no spoilers).
In an early scene, Nick Fury shows Steve an upgraded helicarrier, and mentions that Tony Stark had some design input “after he got a close-up look at our engines.” I assume he means that scene where Iron Man is getting crushed in the propeller, which to me says that in the middle of being whipped and crushed by machinery, Tony Stark glanced up and thought “I could design something way better than this.”
This is also the man who, while getting smacked around by giant space-whale-turtle things, bounced past a shwarma shop and went “Huh, shwarma. I wonder what that is. We should get some.”
— Susan Cain, Quiet (via larmoyante)
i still don’t understand the whole “fake geek girl” thing like????
oh, you caught me dude, I stayed up till 6am reading a 50,000 word fic about tony stark and steve rogers having butt sex just to impress you
Guys I know there’s a lot of Bucky feels. I get it. I do.
these are all pokemon i’ve bred and unintentionally hatched so i do not need them at all. they’re all legitimately obtained kalos-native pokemon
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- the giveaway will end on saturday, april 19th at 11:59 pm edt (gmt -4)
- i will announce 3 winners who will each get to choose one pokemon
- you must own a copy of pokemon x or y, give me your friend code, and have wi-fi access so that i can trade you if you are picked
- all pokemon were hatched by me; nicknames are available
- winners will have around 36 hours to respond
feel free to send me an ask with any concerns or confusion, but take the time to read everything first
chespin (m) - impish, overgrow, 31/xx/31/31/31/31 (nest ball; spikes / curse / belly drum / synthesis)
fletchling (m) - adamant, big pecks, 31/31/31/31/xx/31 (repeat ball; quick guard)
mareep (m) - quiet, static, 31/31/31/31/xx/00 (love ball)
murkrow (f) - adamant, prankster, 31/31/xx/31/31/31 (dream ball; feather dance / brave bird / perish song)
totodile (m) - adamant, torrent, 31/xx/31/31/xx/31 (dive ball; dragon dance / ice punch / aqua jet)
THE ORIGINAL KING OF SASS
I love this show so much, it was so underrated.
I think I’m one of the few. Care to prove me wrong?
There’s plenty of us, you just have to know where to look.
Clint is aiming for having the Biggest Littlest Pet Shop.
XD Natasha’s face in the last panel.
"stfu Clint. We could’ve just lied"