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Eclectic as hell, often confused, painting and writing for fiction to make experiences believable. Writer with a book in publication soon, Etsy shop, etc.

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    thegreenwolf:

    escaping-the-norm:

    blatznax:

    artaxium:

    nonewillknow:

    Thepersonwhomadeamistake:

    sizvideos:

    To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter - Video

    I fucking hate this bullshit so much.

    Its misogynistic, archaic asscrap.

    YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT YOUR PROPERTY.

    WHO SHE DATES OR SLEEPS WITH IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. THINKING OTHERWISE IS INCREDIBLY CREEPY AND INVASIVE.

     SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE HER OWN CHOICES AND MISTAKES.

    YOU DON’T MAKE THE RULES. SHE IS NOT CATTLE. HER LOVE LIFE IS NOT YOUR CONTRACT. SHE MAKES THE RULES.

    Not only are you advocating for a father to not care about his daughter, but you’re also misinterpreting the video horribly. He threatens the man that breaks his daughter’s heart. He threaten’s the man that hits her. That takes away her smile. He does not say she cannot love anyone, male or female, he says that they better love her. And if that’s not what a father is supposed to do, then I’ll be damned.

    Maybe I’m wrong, I accept that, but please… please explain to me how fatherly love and care for his daughter is an archaic and misogynistic practice. Explain to me how allowing her to date who she loves, to do what she wants, and teaching her to not put up with abuse is wrong. I would love to hear it, she might not be his property, but he is her guardian, and guarding her happiness is no crime.

    Amen

    Also, any person who is now afraid of dating his daughter absolutely shouldn’t be, because that is a man to look up to and feel safe with, and only if you have intentions to break her heart should you be afraid. Very afraid. You either have a cemented body guard for years, or a death dealer on two legs, you decide.

    i honestly heard my parents and i cried

    Let me say something as a woman in her mid-thirties who has had several long-term relationships: it is IMPOSSIBLE to go through your love life without having someone break your heart, even if you’ve never been abused. Heartbreak is a normal part of the relationship world, and it’s not always a matter of someone deliberately hurting you. Relationships are not black and white dualities where either it’s a good relationship or a bad relationship, and heartbreak only happens in the bad ones. Relationships are messy, tangled, glorious treatments of the human condition, shared with at least one other person. Some relationships end peacefully, but plenty of them end too early, or on a sad note, or you know the relationship needed to end and you both ended it but you missed all the good things that were left anyway—and THOSE can lead to heartbreak, too, without anyone ever getting mean or violent.

    If this dad cares about his daughter, he’s not going to threaten the people who break her heart. He’s going to help her be emotionally prepared for when heartbreak and sadness DO happen, so that she can grieve successfully and move on when the time is right. 

    As a 40-something woman with an abusive father, I wish mine had stepped up. Screw all that pop psychology ‘be emotionally supportive’ stuff; I wish someone had sorted him out with a gun.

    As a parent I know what this man is speaking of, and he is talking heartbreak -he is talking domestic violence. Sure, I will be there for my children, but if anyone hurts my child that badly, don’t you DARE tell me I am not allowed to rage. Don’t you dare; I first realised I could kill someone the day my son was in my arms the first time. And no one gets to tell me to key that down

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    Views from the bed; my world right now is dusty altars filled with dozing cats, video games and half-empty medication packets (or is it half full?). I sleep a fair bit now as I am finally on pain meds that work.  I’m also about to start golimumab; it’s the first line of anti-TNFs to try.  Unfortunately it doesn’t come with a cool superpower - I will just be extremely susceptible to viruses, infections, and pretty much everything has the potential to make me fight-for-my-life sick.   Caring for my son during school half and end terms is no longer possible, so his father is stepping in to do so.

You can probably guess I’m not working very much.  Im gutted, tbh; I know people infinitely more ill than I am earning Masters’ degrees and running businesses! While I’m considering closing mine.  But the reality of my world sinks in now and again - the NHS doesn’t give you meds which cost £1,000 per injection unless you need them. Perhaps once we know if the drugs are working I can get back to doing All the Things, but for now I drink tea and level fishing in a game and sleep in fading autumn light.

My Powers That Be are quiet; not -absent-, mind you, just quiet.  My medicine was approved within 24 hours; that’s pretty unheard of, but it’s par for the course for me when my PTB have my back.  They cannot give me a miracle cure, but they can be sure I get fast tracked onto what I need to claw back even a bit of health so I can continue work and Work. 

This would normally be my busiest time of year, and I wish I was doing more.  But I just wait. WAIT.

    Views from the bed; my world right now is dusty altars filled with dozing cats, video games and half-empty medication packets (or is it half full?). I sleep a fair bit now as I am finally on pain meds that work. I’m also about to start golimumab; it’s the first line of anti-TNFs to try. Unfortunately it doesn’t come with a cool superpower - I will just be extremely susceptible to viruses, infections, and pretty much everything has the potential to make me fight-for-my-life sick. Caring for my son during school half and end terms is no longer possible, so his father is stepping in to do so.

    You can probably guess I’m not working very much. Im gutted, tbh; I know people infinitely more ill than I am earning Masters’ degrees and running businesses! While I’m considering closing mine. But the reality of my world sinks in now and again - the NHS doesn’t give you meds which cost £1,000 per injection unless you need them. Perhaps once we know if the drugs are working I can get back to doing All the Things, but for now I drink tea and level fishing in a game and sleep in fading autumn light.

    My Powers That Be are quiet; not -absent-, mind you, just quiet. My medicine was approved within 24 hours; that’s pretty unheard of, but it’s par for the course for me when my PTB have my back. They cannot give me a miracle cure, but they can be sure I get fast tracked onto what I need to claw back even a bit of health so I can continue work and Work.

    This would normally be my busiest time of year, and I wish I was doing more. But I just wait. WAIT.

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    brinconvenient:

Reblogging for the best dice shaming fanfic.ihasabutter nekokatsun


I just dislocated a rib laughing

    brinconvenient:

    Reblogging for the best dice shaming fanfic.
    ihasabutter nekokatsun

    I just dislocated a rib laughing

    (Source: shadowsfate)

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  4. Video post

    graveyarddirt:

    ultrafacts:

    Mr Rogers Facts.

    Source: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Follow Ultrafacts for more facts daily.

    That last gif set wreaks emotional havoc every fucking time I see it.

    (I’m sorry I sweared, Mr. Rogers, please don’t be disappointed in me.)

    I was just thinking of Mr Rogers today; sad because I wasn’t able to introduce my son to the show as a child. he was an amazing man. Just having him say ‘just for being you’ was like having the approval of a beloved grandfather.

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    thewyrdwain:

    belladonnastevie:

    V Magazine Heroes: Stevie Nicks

    Stevie’s selfie game defeats all

    Still amazing!

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    The maligning of moon time as sacrifice

    I have been seeing this crop up lately; the claim menstrual blood as an offering in paganism to ones powers that be in ineffective. It’s claimed it is dead blood”, or that only neo-wiccans believe it’s any good to do because menstruating is yucky and painful and inconvenient and ugh.

    My kinfolk, I think we need to talk about sacrifice a bit more.

    First of all, from my PTB standpoint, it isn’t about the blood. My deities and spirits are not standing at the door to Otherside with a straw to suck up the blood as soon as it is offered, just as spirits cannot physically eat food offered to them, or partake of water or wine. And that isn’t a newly invented neo-wiccan idea people can sneer over; the concept of offerings feeding spirits dates well back to Egyptian times, when family members were expected to make daily offerings to the deceased, and their take on it was the spirits were fed from the “spirit” of food.

    Let us think about this for a moment. Back in the day before supermarkets, a loaf of bread was a very long process. Fields had to be prepared, seeds sown, crops harvested, threshed, ground, baked….the sheer amount of work just to offer one loaf of bread to an altar - which often no human being would end up eating afterwards -represents considerable sacrifice from the individual.

    Nowadays, a lot of bread is automated and mass-produced, and people tend to get a bit elitist and hipster about food sacrifices. Still, if it is a sacrifice for you to spend money on a loaf of bread to place upon an altar, then that is a sacrifice, end of. If your area is going through a drought, then a glass of water is a sacrifice. That is what sacrifice means; giving something precious., even if it hurts. Offering livestock as a sacrifice was done because meat was precious - there is a lot of meat on one cow. To burn it as offering or give it to gods meant a sign of wealth to those who could offer many, and a sign of piety for those who only could offer one. The blood had nothing to do with it (and this is why I have always had an issue with the Cain and Abel story - growing food is just as time consuming as raising cattle…but perhaps God’s disdain of anything but a blood offering is where our current obsession with ‘fresh blood sacrifice GOOD’ comes from).

    This brings me back to the point of moontime. I’m bleeding for the World right now, with lunar eclipse and Supermoon, and Samhain and wild hunt right round the corner. The rebellion against what is thought to be a neo-pagam view on menstruating is creating a knee jerk reaction in some people - the rejection of menstruation as ritual, as sacrifice, as a form of offering. But a sacrifice is something precious given up, my kinfolk and that means it is probably also going to hurt. This is why, even though my PTB are not vampires, they are perfectly happy with my menstruation as an offering, because they know it fucking hurts. They know I’m soaking a pad an hour right now, and have to keep changing my knickers, and sleep on a towel at night, and only sleep in my side, and curl up around a water bottle, and take iron tablets as I’m chronically anaemic. They know I use this time as a payoff for asking for portents and signs, for hedge crossing and faring forth. Every single cramp and soaked pad and change of sheets in the morning is my sacrifice, and I defy anyone to tell me it isn’t worth as much as their pinprick on the finger to smear a droplet of claret on a wafer.

    It isn’t worthless or hippy or ’earth mother lameness’ to treat menstruation with a bit of awe; our modern understanding of biology doesn’t cheapen it. It’s three days of fatigue, frustration, pain and inconvenience which we have learned to live with. If you don’t menstruate, then there are plenty of avenues for sacrifice, and that is fine. But if you do, don’t think it isn’t worthy of offering up as sacrifice. It is.

    Now I gotta go change my pad again and take more paracetamol.

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    I just froze over a dozen mixed eggs, to add to the 5+ dozen eggs I’ve already frozen. The egg cabinet looks exactly as overfull as it was.  The Henz think this lay-less-when-dark thing is rubbish.

    I just froze over a dozen mixed eggs, to add to the 5+ dozen eggs I’ve already frozen. The egg cabinet looks exactly as overfull as it was. The Henz think this lay-less-when-dark thing is rubbish.

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    I made myself a posh, flavoured coffee with squirty cream as I no longer go to coffee shops due to fatigue.  I regret nothing.

    I made myself a posh, flavoured coffee with squirty cream as I no longer go to coffee shops due to fatigue. I regret nothing.

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    Stop making accessibility for disabled folks an afterthought 2k14

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  10. Video post

    robothugscomic:

    New comic!

    Yeah, I might have watched a movie and gotten kind of mad.

    This is seriously a trope I’d love to never see again though.

    Edge of Tomorrow, amirite? I turned it off halfway thru. Arghhlbrjdgjvcdyhvgjnf

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