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a stranger came from deep in the woods—cursed by men, a lord among wolves

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I hate this. Things like this scare the shit out of me. Yes a parent should be protective. No they should not STALK their child. Yes a parent can get upset at a child. No they should not flip out or let their anger make them out of control, or take out their anger on their child. Yes a parent can lecture and maybe the kid feels like their parent is driving them crazy - but after the last two statements forgive me if I don’t exactly trust these definitions. A parent should never be their child’s worst nightmare. A pain sometimes, ok, but not a nightmare. And the idea of a parent “stalking” and “hunting down” their child is horrifying. If you were a good parent, maybe your child would have communicated whereabouts upfront with you already. And the last statement is the worst. “I will subject you to terror and treat you like my property…. Because I love you!” No one would ever put up with this from a partner, a friend, even a grandparent…. Why is it suddenly okay from a parent?

Fuck toxic parenting.

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lahore pigeons are some of the most visually appealing birds out there. like in terms of visual design. very minimalist, good contrast.

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why do parents bust in your room like they trynna catch you cheatin on them with another pair of parents

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The Perfect Explanation of Privilege – In One Powerful Punchline

“The Pencilsword” is a comic strip by Toby Morris, an illustrator from New Zealand. His most recent comic, “On a Plate” hits hard at the heart of the issues of concerning wealth and privilege.

How many times have you heard the “I’ve never been handed anything on a platter” argument in regard to social security and other social benefits?

Toby wrecks this argument by showing how two children can grow up, be loved and supported, and yet still have two very different outcomes.

Make sure to follow all the way to the end for the powerful punchline. This comic is an increasingly sad reality for far too many of this nation’s children and families.

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Babe ur eyes are like the stars. There’s so damn many of them. Why so many eyes, my sweet eldritch beauty? Wh

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Faith had just been dropped off by Daniel, Matt and Chris at her new house back in the town she could barely remember other than the few friends she had before she had moved. Giving them their final good-bye hugs before they had to drive back to NYC, after hearing that they planned to come back for the Music festival and a few days after that she was more than happy to know they would be coming back. taking a deep breath as she waved at them from the middle of the road as they had finally started driving off, she continued to do this until they weren’t in sight anymore. she let her hand drop to her side and walked towards her mail-box and picked up her bag and put it over her shoulder as she took the key out of the Mail-box that was dropped off by the landlord maybe a day before.

Walking up the dirt drive-way and up to the porch she unlocked the door and stepped in, dropping her bag by the door before she shut it as she took the key out. letting out a sigh of relief as she was finally ‘home’ but also for the fact she wasn’t in a car anymore. walking into the kitchen she saw some boxes here and there and placed on the counter, some were new dishes, others were pictures and other things. she figured she’d unpack when she got up the following day before she let out a dreaded groan as she remembered, “Shit… i have school tomorrow..” she looked at the time and it was already pretty late due to the slight time change and being in a car for a while she decided to go up to bed and worry about everything later. walking up to her room she noticed a new mattress was sitting on the floor and the bed frame that hadn’t been put together was leaning against the wall near it, shrugging as she was just glad to have her clothing and bedding stuff until she could get things set up when her dad got into town finally. taking her belt off at least she flopped down on the bed and used her folded up sheets that were sitting on top of one of the stacked boxes as a pillow in the mean time.

5:13 AM the following day she had woken up, as the Birds were something she wasn’t so used to anymore, it was strange for them to be chirping at this hour but she figured it was smart to wake up any how to unpack some things and get ready for the day. Stretching and walking down stairs as she grabbed a cup out of one of the boxes and filled it with a bit of water using that as her way to wake up a bit more since it was cold. walking back upstairs with her cup she opened a few of the boxes and threw together a outfit and was happy to find what she considered to be a ‘make-up’ bag though it was just a simple little bag with mascara, one thing of dark eye-shadow and her lipsticks.

6:55 AM, she was now dressed in one of the AC/DC Shirts Dan had gotten her for one of her birthdays that she had cut to not be around her throat, and due to it being baggier it sat a bit lower if she didn’t adjust it properly, a pair of cut off, high-waisted jeans she’s had since forever but now finally fit her, but still wears a belt as a fashion thing, one necklace and a button down shirt that she had taken from Dan as well. she changed out the first set of her smaller hoops in her ears to a set of bigger silver ones, this was then followed by her very simple look, just some mascara, eye-shadow and lipstick to go with it all. already had her teeth brushed she walked downstairs and put on the only pair of shoes of hers she had out and took un-needed things out of her bag before grabbing her key and putting it into one of the clip pockets on the inside before locking the door and heading out.

A couple miles down the road she had put on her new sunglasses Matt had given her the night before and some gum she had in her bag, taking the bag off her shoulders she carried it by the straps with her right hand as her left ran its fingers through her hair trying to brush it out as that was the one thing she forgot to do. as she started to blow a bubble she looked towards the gas as she heard a car blazing down the dirt road as she would much rather not have a face full of dirt before she heard a passing whistle and someone yell, “Get in!” from the window. stopping for a minute as she looked forward she saw a blue car driving away with two people sitting in the back of it as another with a mullet was sliding back in the window, her first thought was ‘Geez even cat-calls happen here..’. after the dirt settled a bit she started walking again and her bubble popped.

[Fast forward a bit] Finally making it onto school grounds she started to walk towards the school’s front doors and put her sunglasses up to rest on her head as she wanted to get her locker situation figured out for her senior year, just when she was about to step onto the steps to walk in when, “FAITH?! IS THAT YOU?!” someone yelling her name made her stop in her tracks and she turned around on her heel and raised her brow as she lifted her hand up, using to of her fingers wave a bit as she smiled some. “Indeed it is, Karizma is that you?” “O H MY GOD!” this statement from the other girl was then followed by a very rough and tight hug, nearly knocking Faith on her ass.

This was followed by her friend from two years ago almost three, dragging her inside insisting that two of her old friends as well would be more than happy to see her, making the first day of school much better for them. The conversation flipped back and forth with topics, Finding out her friend Karizma was now dating Vic and has been since she moved away. Finally getting her locker number and combo she walked out into the hall as she heard her name yelled once more by by a male this time “FAITH?!”, she shot her head up nearly making her sunglasses fall back onto her face as she went wide eyed to see the once short curly haired boy with glasses was now the tall curly haired boy with glasses, this boy was named Richie. someone she didn’t talk to much on her own back then but was still friends with, the two she did talk to the most though was Bill and Stan, and no one can forget sweet Ben either. she was once again greeted with a tight hug as she was lifted off the ground and set back down, this then lead to one hug after another from the others as they noticed it was her.

If you guys wanna know how the rest of this goes please do just ask and or im gonna do it in a post of its own. i’m for one, happy with the writing AND the Picture that goes with this– i love it. but this is my “IT” SI.. i uh— hope you guys like it. (Yes this person Karizma is a actual friend i have IRL– ajslkdfhg)

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inspired by a dream I had

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A father’s love. (via Kieeraaa)

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don’t be J.D. kids

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Weekly anatomy tip!

This week I tackle feet. I know how many of you asked for it.

It is hard topic indeed. It’s hard to draw nice looking character with feet that doesn’t look believable. 

A lot practice is needed. I just presented few ideas and now you have to put it to practice.

Hope this helps !

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more no banana cat moods

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Wisconsin White Deer Surprised by his own Antlers Shedding

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A witch mom adopts a human boy who’s gonna go to space!!!!!!!!