The new blog is OVER HERE. If you want to keep up interactions, please follow there.
I will also be on Mordu most of the time, so if we had coversations going on IM me there. :)
@gorthaur-the-terrible / gorthaur-the-terrible.tumblr.com
The new blog is OVER HERE. If you want to keep up interactions, please follow there.
I will also be on Mordu most of the time, so if we had coversations going on IM me there. :)
The new blog is OVER HERE. If you want to keep up interactions, please follow there.
I will also be on Mordu most of the time, so if we had coversations going on IM me there. :)
I am going to move Mordu to his own blog as this is a side blog. This blog will however remain as an archive. I also intend to move threads to that blog so likely nothing, or just a few things, will get dropped.
aya jones @ valentino spring 2015
I know I am slow to respond to RP on this blog, but all replies are safely drafted for when I feel the muse to get to them. ♥
Before and after I sign good boy to my deaf dog
High dragons hollow out massive lairs for themselves, for they need the space to house their harem of drakes as well as their eggs and the hatchlings. Living for more than a thousand years, they are seldom seen and spend most of their time sleeping and mating, living off the prey their drakes bring back.
Once every hundred years or so, the high dragon prepares for clutching by emerging from her lair and taking wing. She will fly far and wide, eating hundreds of animals, most often livestock, over the course of a few weeks and leaving smoldering devastation in her wake. She then returns to her lair to lay her eggs and will not appear in the skies again for another century.
The Twins kiss his cheeks. "Don't fret, Lord Khamûl. Ill times always pass."
He would have blushed, if he could. Instead he looked briefly alarmed, then shied away anxiously. “Ah, th-thank you. I suppose they do, though around here they seem to be followed by other unfortunate events.”
Raised brows went by unnoticed beneath the rather dense material of their veils, though their smile was telltale — somewhat tight around the edges as though to chide him. Bringing something of a more respectable distance between them they reunited with their arms linked.
“ A mindset can change a lot, Lord Khamûl. -” “- You seem to be keeping to yourself more than usual... -” “- It is most unlikely that one would suffer from that curse you have caught. ”
#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
Gonna be absent til tomorrow cause I’m visiting my mom. My phone will be with me though so I’ll be able to do small unformatted replies ( eventually ) and hop on IM ( definitely ).
I never thought I would see this day when a white man apologizes for the tyranny and oppression of Native American population. This is so powerful. This is the nation that I want - responsible, compassionate and that learns from its mistakes.
Knowing love, I can allow all things to come and go, to be as supple as the wind and to face all things with great courage. My heart is a open as the sky.
- Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love [ 1996 ]
I’m finally making new icons for the Twins awyeah. Not sure yet if I’ll have enough energy to paint their scarring hahaaa.
Female muses aren’t here just to be sex symbols. Powerful and strong Female muses aren’t to be taken lightly or underestimate simply because of their gender/sex.
Female muses are JUST as capable and strong as Male muses. Female muses can be stronger than a Male muse. Female muses can be weaker than a Male muse.
BOTH gender/sexes of a muse is just as capable as the other with anything.
While I’m at it the same goes for RACE of a muse.
Stop trying to downgrade a muse based on Race/Gender/Ethnicity/ETC. It’s disgusting and highly unfair.