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crispy-ghee: 3 of Cousin’s other children: Little Knife, Little Flame, and Naniandi. (aka, the last of the group of Cousin’s kids that I’ll draw because he has like 50 or something and I’m not designing all of them, I’m sorry. Feel free to pretend that your OC is Cousin’s kid, it’ll probably work out.)Little Knife:  Cousin’s youngest son and the last he had with Fury before she died. A cocky little shit sometimes, but with good reason. While smaller than all his sibs, his agility and stealth made him an asset to hunting parties.  His relationship w/ Jagged-Tooth sucks. He and Kal'thnde are very close, tho, as Cousin was already aging and too busy chaperoning youngbloods to pay him as much attention as he should’ve, Kal and his sisters more or less raised him and got between him and Jagged-Tooth often. Lauded for his nimbleness and his lightning speed while maintaining near-silence, he has become an asset in his hunting party. His abilities also make him sought after for off-world reconnaissance, where he travels to planets to review and evaluate their suitability for hunting.Little Knife is one of the 20 or so Yautja who join Cousin to form the Yautja Faction, against the orders of the Elder Council. 12 of his brothers also form the team, including Jagged-Tooth and Kal’thnde. Little Flame:  Celebrated Huntress, Several times Champion of inter-tribal games and so coveted and beloved beyond her own clan. Aggressive, abrasive, but loyal, like her father in his youth. Little Flame is close to Kal and Little Knife, and was one of Cousin’s children that fought against Jagged-Tooth’s bad attitude–ballsy, as he’s biotic. She and the eldest brother never really learned to get along, but there is begrudging respect for each others achievements. Little Flame basically saved her father’s life when at one point she heard whispers that some elders were speaking of sending Enforcers or some other group of Hunters to go after Cousin and his Renegades. She sent him warnings, and killed most of the would-be trackers herself.Naniandi:  Cousin’s eldest Daughter. Sometimes called Furious Patience, a play on her mother’s name (Patient Fury), since she’s so much like her. One of the tribe matriarchs, and often invited alongside the tribe’s elders to speak diplomacy with other clans when needed. Naniandi is the closest Jagged-Tooth is to any of his family, maybe having to do w/ how much like his mother she is, even though she is a century or so younger than him. She’s basically all around respected by everyone in Cousin’s family, as well as their overall clan It’s Naniandi’s influence and hard work that made it possible for Cousin and the remainder of the Yautja faction to return to Homeworld after they’d disgraced themselves to go fight alongside Shepard. She ultimately convinced the elders to reinstate honor and title to her father. Yautja joke (but only a little) about wishing to birth armies. Compared to others his age, Cousin only has a moderate amount of offspring, but those that survived into his old age came out fierce, capable, and loyal to their family. It’s thanks to them he could be with Shepard. : crispy-ghee: 3 of Cousin’s other children: Little Knife, Little Flame, and Naniandi. (aka, the last of the group of Cousin’s kids that I’ll draw because he has like 50 or something and I’m not designing all of them, I’m sorry. Feel free to pretend that your OC is Cousin’s kid, it’ll probably work out.)Little Knife:  Cousin’s youngest son and the last he had with Fury before she died. A cocky little shit sometimes, but with good reason. While smaller than all his sibs, his agility and stealth made him an asset to hunting parties.  His relationship w/ Jagged-Tooth sucks. He and Kal'thnde are very close, tho, as Cousin was already aging and too busy chaperoning youngbloods to pay him as much attention as he should’ve, Kal and his sisters more or less raised him and got between him and Jagged-Tooth often. Lauded for his nimbleness and his lightning speed while maintaining near-silence, he has become an asset in his hunting party. His abilities also make him sought after for off-world reconnaissance, where he travels to planets to review and evaluate their suitability for hunting.Little Knife is one of the 20 or so Yautja who join Cousin to form the Yautja Faction, against the orders of the Elder Council. 12 of his brothers also form the team, including Jagged-Tooth and Kal’thnde. Little Flame:  Celebrated Huntress, Several times Champion of inter-tribal games and so coveted and beloved beyond her own clan. Aggressive, abrasive, but loyal, like her father in his youth. Little Flame is close to Kal and Little Knife, and was one of Cousin’s children that fought against Jagged-Tooth’s bad attitude–ballsy, as he’s biotic. She and the eldest brother never really learned to get along, but there is begrudging respect for each others achievements. Little Flame basically saved her father’s life when at one point she heard whispers that some elders were speaking of sending Enforcers or some other group of Hunters to go after Cousin and his Renegades. She sent him warnings, and killed most of the would-be trackers herself.Naniandi:  Cousin’s eldest Daughter. Sometimes called Furious Patience, a play on her mother’s name (Patient Fury), since she’s so much like her. One of the tribe matriarchs, and often invited alongside the tribe’s elders to speak diplomacy with other clans when needed. Naniandi is the closest Jagged-Tooth is to any of his family, maybe having to do w/ how much like his mother she is, even though she is a century or so younger than him. She’s basically all around respected by everyone in Cousin’s family, as well as their overall clan It’s Naniandi’s influence and hard work that made it possible for Cousin and the remainder of the Yautja faction to return to Homeworld after they’d disgraced themselves to go fight alongside Shepard. She ultimately convinced the elders to reinstate honor and title to her father. Yautja joke (but only a little) about wishing to birth armies. Compared to others his age, Cousin only has a moderate amount of offspring, but those that survived into his old age came out fierce, capable, and loyal to their family. It’s thanks to them he could be with Shepard.
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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue            My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.            I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1            My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.            After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit.            I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.            Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.            I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now.            It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
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prolifeproliberty: friendly-neighborhood-ehrhardt: nonenosome: gaeteez: harrythepottercat: Reporter: What’s your name? Hong Kong Protestor: Lee Chun Hei! I won’t commit suicide! Police:  A reminder that Hong Kong police have been arresting children as young as 11. They have also fired at press and begun arresting reporters and aid workers with the excuse that they ‘might be protesters in disguise’.  They have been filmed beating protesters that have already been subdued/cuffed, as well as using their weapons incorrectly (firing rubber bullets at close range) and driving into crowds.  People are dying.This is wrong.  A Hong Kong newspaper had its printing press lit on fire a couple days ago. geez. Please don’t forget or get complacent about Hong Kong! They are still fighting! : के. ॥ल prolifeproliberty: friendly-neighborhood-ehrhardt: nonenosome: gaeteez: harrythepottercat: Reporter: What’s your name? Hong Kong Protestor: Lee Chun Hei! I won’t commit suicide! Police:  A reminder that Hong Kong police have been arresting children as young as 11. They have also fired at press and begun arresting reporters and aid workers with the excuse that they ‘might be protesters in disguise’.  They have been filmed beating protesters that have already been subdued/cuffed, as well as using their weapons incorrectly (firing rubber bullets at close range) and driving into crowds.  People are dying.This is wrong.  A Hong Kong newspaper had its printing press lit on fire a couple days ago. geez. Please don’t forget or get complacent about Hong Kong! They are still fighting!
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Double tap and tag a friend! Here's 11 hard facts👇🏼 1) Nano Thermite was found in the dust at Ground Zero. 2) The total collapse of WTC 7, which was NOT hit by a plane, at free fall acceleration in 6.5 seconds at free fall acceleration. Larry Silverstein, the owner of the WTC complex at the time, said that they had to “Pull it” when asked by WTC 7. Steel framed high rise buildings have NEVER totally collapsed from fire or structural damage. 3) BBC correspondent Jane Standley reported the collapse of WTC 7 (Solomon Brothers building) 23 minutes before it happened. CNN-FOX-MSNBC also had early reports. 4) Dick Cheney was in command of NORAD on 9-11. He was in a bunker under the White House as a plane approached the Pentagon, as was Secretary of Transportation, Norman Mineta. Mineta testified that Cheny issued a stand down order regarding the incoming plane: “Of course the orders still stand, have you heard anything to the contrary?” 5) 6 out of the 10 Commissioners believe the 9-11 Commission report was “setup to fail.” 6) FBI confiscated 84-85 videos from the Pentagon. The released Pentagon Security Camera (FOIA) does not show a 757 and is clearly missing a frame. General Albert Stubblebine said it was edited. 7) Osama Bin Laden was NOT wanted by the FBI for the 9-11 attacks: FBI says, “No hard evidence connecting Bin Laden to 9-11.” OBL was a CIA asset named ‘Tim Osman’, who died in 2001. 8) 100′s of Firefighters and eye-witness testimonies to BOMBS-EXPLOSIONS at the WTC complex were ignored by the 9-11 Commission Report. 9) Firefighter and eye-witness testimonies to MOLTEN METAL were also ignored by the Commission report. 10) 5 Dancing Israeli’s’ arrested in ‘Mossad Truck Bombs’ on 9-11 that stated “We were there to document the event.” 11) Israel and its Neocon cohorts benefited politically. Netanyahu said 9-11 “was very good” for Israel. (Comment your thoughts (Comment your thoughts below) ConspiracyFiles ConspiracyFiles2 Pentagon Illuminati Rothschild 911WasAnInsideJob BushDid911 WTC CorporationSlayer 911Truther ConspiracyFact ConspiracyTheory ConspiracyTheories Conspiracy ConspiracyFiles Follow back up page @conspiracyfiles2: THIS NEWS FOOTAGE AIRED ONCE ON g/IL.ITWAS BANNED AFTER THAT FOLLOW aCONSPIRACYFILESURB BREAKING NEWS AMERICA UNDER ATTACK PRES. BUSH US WILL HOT AND PUNISH THOSE RESPONGT LIVE Double tap and tag a friend! Here's 11 hard facts👇🏼 1) Nano Thermite was found in the dust at Ground Zero. 2) The total collapse of WTC 7, which was NOT hit by a plane, at free fall acceleration in 6.5 seconds at free fall acceleration. Larry Silverstein, the owner of the WTC complex at the time, said that they had to “Pull it” when asked by WTC 7. Steel framed high rise buildings have NEVER totally collapsed from fire or structural damage. 3) BBC correspondent Jane Standley reported the collapse of WTC 7 (Solomon Brothers building) 23 minutes before it happened. CNN-FOX-MSNBC also had early reports. 4) Dick Cheney was in command of NORAD on 9-11. He was in a bunker under the White House as a plane approached the Pentagon, as was Secretary of Transportation, Norman Mineta. Mineta testified that Cheny issued a stand down order regarding the incoming plane: “Of course the orders still stand, have you heard anything to the contrary?” 5) 6 out of the 10 Commissioners believe the 9-11 Commission report was “setup to fail.” 6) FBI confiscated 84-85 videos from the Pentagon. The released Pentagon Security Camera (FOIA) does not show a 757 and is clearly missing a frame. General Albert Stubblebine said it was edited. 7) Osama Bin Laden was NOT wanted by the FBI for the 9-11 attacks: FBI says, “No hard evidence connecting Bin Laden to 9-11.” OBL was a CIA asset named ‘Tim Osman’, who died in 2001. 8) 100′s of Firefighters and eye-witness testimonies to BOMBS-EXPLOSIONS at the WTC complex were ignored by the 9-11 Commission Report. 9) Firefighter and eye-witness testimonies to MOLTEN METAL were also ignored by the Commission report. 10) 5 Dancing Israeli’s’ arrested in ‘Mossad Truck Bombs’ on 9-11 that stated “We were there to document the event.” 11) Israel and its Neocon cohorts benefited politically. Netanyahu said 9-11 “was very good” for Israel. (Comment your thoughts (Comment your thoughts below) ConspiracyFiles ConspiracyFiles2 Pentagon Illuminati Rothschild 911WasAnInsideJob BushDid911 WTC CorporationSlayer 911Truther ConspiracyFact ConspiracyTheory ConspiracyTheories Conspiracy ConspiracyFiles Follow back up page @conspiracyfiles2
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<p>Bessie Stringfield biked across the United States in the 1930s, a rare feat for an African American woman at the time. Later she became an asset to the United States government as a civilian motorcycle dispatcher—the only woman in her unit. With a military crest attached to her blue Harley-Davidson Knucklehead, she carried documents between domestic US bases.</p> <p>Later, in the 1950s, Stringfield settled in Miami, bought a house, and became a nurse. In her early days in Florida, she clashed with the local police when she tried to obtain her motorcycle license and was rebuffed. Determined, Stringfield demanded a meeting with their captain, a white motorcycle cop in the Black precinct. He took her to a nearby park and ordered her to perform several difficult motorcycle tricks. She nailed all of them and he relented, granting her a license.</p> <p>Stringfield continued biking until her death when she was in her 80s.</p> Source: <a href="https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/qvxke7/bessie-stringfield-first-black-woman-motorcycled-across-america-jim-crow">https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/qvxke7/bessie-stringfield-first-black-woman-motorcycled-across-america-jim-crow</a>: <p>Bessie Stringfield biked across the United States in the 1930s, a rare feat for an African American woman at the time. Later she became an asset to the United States government as a civilian motorcycle dispatcher—the only woman in her unit. With a military crest attached to her blue Harley-Davidson Knucklehead, she carried documents between domestic US bases.</p> <p>Later, in the 1950s, Stringfield settled in Miami, bought a house, and became a nurse. In her early days in Florida, she clashed with the local police when she tried to obtain her motorcycle license and was rebuffed. Determined, Stringfield demanded a meeting with their captain, a white motorcycle cop in the Black precinct. He took her to a nearby park and ordered her to perform several difficult motorcycle tricks. She nailed all of them and he relented, granting her a license.</p> <p>Stringfield continued biking until her death when she was in her 80s.</p> Source: <a href="https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/qvxke7/bessie-stringfield-first-black-woman-motorcycled-across-america-jim-crow">https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/qvxke7/bessie-stringfield-first-black-woman-motorcycled-across-america-jim-crow</a>

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A few reasons why confidence is the most attractive quality a person can possess. - Confidence is an asset that shines through personal relationships, your own relationship with yourself and relations in the workplace. Everyone respects a person with confidence because with it, you are basically investing your heart and soul into something you feel passionately about. ✔️It shows how you feel about yourself. If you aren't going to have confidence in yourself, why would anyone else? You can't expect people to support you unconditionally if you do not believe in yourself wholeheartedly. If you aren't secure in who you are as a person, how can you ever move forward in life with ease?🤔 ✔️It asserts power and knowledge. If you aren't confident in your views and convictions, how can you expect others to listen to what you have to say? If you don't believe what you are selling, no one else will either. People aren't fools and will know when you are faking it. They can smell bullsh*t a mile away and are definitely not afraid to call you out on it. If you want people to listen to what you have to say, you must show confidence and engage them in whatever it is you are trying to say. ✔️It encourages positive thinking. Who wants to be around someone who is constantly negative all of the time? No one, that's for damn sure. ✔️It shows leadership. There is no way to even trust someone's ability to lead you if that person isn't confident in his or her own motives. Leaders must have confidence so that the people looking up to them feel secure, motivated and driven. ✔️It draws people to you. Confidence creates an aura that draws people in. Because many people lack high self-esteems, they are intrigued by people who have high levels of confidence. They want to learn how these people live their lives with hopes of emulating their energy. - confidence sexy motivation millionairementor: MLLIONLIREMENTOR CONFIDENCE MAKES YOU SEXY A few reasons why confidence is the most attractive quality a person can possess. - Confidence is an asset that shines through personal relationships, your own relationship with yourself and relations in the workplace. Everyone respects a person with confidence because with it, you are basically investing your heart and soul into something you feel passionately about. ✔️It shows how you feel about yourself. If you aren't going to have confidence in yourself, why would anyone else? You can't expect people to support you unconditionally if you do not believe in yourself wholeheartedly. If you aren't secure in who you are as a person, how can you ever move forward in life with ease?🤔 ✔️It asserts power and knowledge. If you aren't confident in your views and convictions, how can you expect others to listen to what you have to say? If you don't believe what you are selling, no one else will either. People aren't fools and will know when you are faking it. They can smell bullsh*t a mile away and are definitely not afraid to call you out on it. If you want people to listen to what you have to say, you must show confidence and engage them in whatever it is you are trying to say. ✔️It encourages positive thinking. Who wants to be around someone who is constantly negative all of the time? No one, that's for damn sure. ✔️It shows leadership. There is no way to even trust someone's ability to lead you if that person isn't confident in his or her own motives. Leaders must have confidence so that the people looking up to them feel secure, motivated and driven. ✔️It draws people to you. Confidence creates an aura that draws people in. Because many people lack high self-esteems, they are intrigued by people who have high levels of confidence. They want to learn how these people live their lives with hopes of emulating their energy. - confidence sexy motivation millionairementor
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Your life is too valuable to live like everyone else! Decide today to live your life. You do not need to live life like everyone else. Your life is far too valuable to be wasted on the life that everyone else is choosing. ✔️Celebrate your uniqueness. Your life was never meant to be lived like everyone else. You don’t look the same, you don’t sound the same, and your personality is special. Your deep-held values are unique. Even your laugh sets you apart! ✔️Accept the truth that there is a better life out there. (Not talking about aliens or some weird sh*t) The better life is not being mass-produced in a factory… you won’t find it on the shelves in a department store. It has never been found there. And never will be. ✔️Identify your values and allow them to guide your life.Base your decisions about time, energy, and money on those values. Allow them to guide your life even when they take you down a narrower road than everyone else. ✔️ Find a mentor that you admire. Others have traveled the same road prior to you. Perhaps they are in your family, your organization, your spirituality, or on your library shelves. Whether in person or through their writings, soak up as much as you can from them. Learn from them and be inspired by them. Follow their life, not the masses. - Read this carefully: Your life is valuable. It is the greatest asset you own. It holds potential for great things. Don’t let it slip into mediocrity by choosing to live it just like everyone else. It is not a worthy trade. 🦁 (Thank me later) - life different success millionairementor: MILIONAIRE MENTOR DONT BE AFRAID OF BEING DIFFERENT BE AFRAID OF BEING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE @MILLIONAIRE MENTOR Your life is too valuable to live like everyone else! Decide today to live your life. You do not need to live life like everyone else. Your life is far too valuable to be wasted on the life that everyone else is choosing. ✔️Celebrate your uniqueness. Your life was never meant to be lived like everyone else. You don’t look the same, you don’t sound the same, and your personality is special. Your deep-held values are unique. Even your laugh sets you apart! ✔️Accept the truth that there is a better life out there. (Not talking about aliens or some weird sh*t) The better life is not being mass-produced in a factory… you won’t find it on the shelves in a department store. It has never been found there. And never will be. ✔️Identify your values and allow them to guide your life.Base your decisions about time, energy, and money on those values. Allow them to guide your life even when they take you down a narrower road than everyone else. ✔️ Find a mentor that you admire. Others have traveled the same road prior to you. Perhaps they are in your family, your organization, your spirituality, or on your library shelves. Whether in person or through their writings, soak up as much as you can from them. Learn from them and be inspired by them. Follow their life, not the masses. - Read this carefully: Your life is valuable. It is the greatest asset you own. It holds potential for great things. Don’t let it slip into mediocrity by choosing to live it just like everyone else. It is not a worthy trade. 🦁 (Thank me later) - life different success millionairementor
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Rihanna Will Co-Host Met Gala 2018 -blogged by @peachkyss ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Met Gala is 6-months away and the theme of the event has been officially confirmed as: “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Anna Wintour has selected some of the top influential people to host the gala. The selectees have contributed to fashion in some way, which is a great asset to have as host of the star-studded event. The hosts of the 2018 Met Gala are Rihanna, Donatella Versace, and Amal Clooney. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For those who aren’t familiar with the Met Gala, the annual soiree is held on the first Monday of May. The Gala is a fundraiser for the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute, and a kick-off to the year's exhibit in the space. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We can definitely expect the Badgal to show up and show out at the Gala. The 2018 Met Gala descends on the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 7, 2018.: Rihanna Will Co-Host Met Gala 2018 @balleralert Rihanna Will Co-Host Met Gala 2018 -blogged by @peachkyss ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Met Gala is 6-months away and the theme of the event has been officially confirmed as: “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Anna Wintour has selected some of the top influential people to host the gala. The selectees have contributed to fashion in some way, which is a great asset to have as host of the star-studded event. The hosts of the 2018 Met Gala are Rihanna, Donatella Versace, and Amal Clooney. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For those who aren’t familiar with the Met Gala, the annual soiree is held on the first Monday of May. The Gala is a fundraiser for the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute, and a kick-off to the year's exhibit in the space. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We can definitely expect the Badgal to show up and show out at the Gala. The 2018 Met Gala descends on the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 7, 2018.

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<p><a href="http://oculoslux.tumblr.com/post/165487176622/libertarirynn-ejjonez-really-capitalism-has" class="tumblr_blog">oculoslux</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/165486646224/ejjonez-really-capitalism-has-done-nothing-for" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://tmblr.co/mLkBNqmONa48nW7sdNBIqQg">@ejjonez</a><br/> Really? Capitalism has done nothing for black people? Did Madame CJ Walker get rich in a communist society? As for “proper criticism” sure I’ve read “criticisms” of capitalism and I haven’t seen a good one yet. Meanwhile there is not a single functionally successful example of communism so let’s decide which one makes more sense.</p> May I remind you that communism involves a much higher level of government involvement (and don’t give me that anarchist communist nonsense because any spread out highly populated communist society has involved the government), and this is the same government that enslaved Africans a few hundred years ago. Somehow I don’t think giving them more power is the greatest idea or in the best interest of African-Americans but maybe that’s just me.</blockquote> <p>Slavery was supported by people, not<b> just</b> the government and most civil rights gains have come from legislation. At the same time, a lot of race based discrimination has been from the government, but again we can say the same thing about general society. The difference, to me, is that without a force similar to the government, there isn’t really any counter play to a racist society. Everything would play the same, things would just be private. Governments have seemed more of an asset than anything else.<br/><br/>And one(such as this person) could define socialist policies as communist policies and only define capitalism under almost no government involvement, which quickly whittles down if you stop defining anything that involves patents as a capitalist success.<br/><br/></p> </blockquote> <p>“Slavery was supported by the people” people empowered by the government. There were laws dictating slave practices. There was like a whole war and everything. I’ve never understood why people act like the government had nothing to do with slavery or only had a passive role in it. And there is absolutely a force that can fight against racism outside of the government. Read up on the Montgomery bus boycott. The laws begin to change because it turns out most people like money more than they like racist ideals. No government can actually stop racism anyway since it’s a frame of mind. If there’s a store owner that doesn’t want me shopping there because I’m black I don’t want the government forcing him to let me shop there just so I can give business to somebody who hates me. I’d rather give business to someone else and tell everyone I know to do the same.</p>: My about me does not say I'm ancap. It says I'm a conservative minded libertarian. And I am passionately against communism in all it's forms as it does nothing but harm black, brown, and every other kind of person. ejjonez @libertarirynn Funny, I'm against capitalism for the same reasons. I'm not even saying you gotta be an anarchist or a communist or whatever but, have you at least read some proper criticism of the system you support? Sorry for misinterpreting I guess, your title says ancap memes so I kinda figured you were an ancap. <p><a href="http://oculoslux.tumblr.com/post/165487176622/libertarirynn-ejjonez-really-capitalism-has" class="tumblr_blog">oculoslux</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://libertarirynn.tumblr.com/post/165486646224/ejjonez-really-capitalism-has-done-nothing-for" class="tumblr_blog">libertarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://tmblr.co/mLkBNqmONa48nW7sdNBIqQg">@ejjonez</a><br/> Really? Capitalism has done nothing for black people? Did Madame CJ Walker get rich in a communist society? As for “proper criticism” sure I’ve read “criticisms” of capitalism and I haven’t seen a good one yet. Meanwhile there is not a single functionally successful example of communism so let’s decide which one makes more sense.</p> May I remind you that communism involves a much higher level of government involvement (and don’t give me that anarchist communist nonsense because any spread out highly populated communist society has involved the government), and this is the same government that enslaved Africans a few hundred years ago. Somehow I don’t think giving them more power is the greatest idea or in the best interest of African-Americans but maybe that’s just me.</blockquote> <p>Slavery was supported by people, not<b> just</b> the government and most civil rights gains have come from legislation. At the same time, a lot of race based discrimination has been from the government, but again we can say the same thing about general society. The difference, to me, is that without a force similar to the government, there isn’t really any counter play to a racist society. Everything would play the same, things would just be private. Governments have seemed more of an asset than anything else.<br/><br/>And one(such as this person) could define socialist policies as communist policies and only define capitalism under almost no government involvement, which quickly whittles down if you stop defining anything that involves patents as a capitalist success.<br/><br/></p> </blockquote> <p>“Slavery was supported by the people” people empowered by the government. There were laws dictating slave practices. There was like a whole war and everything. I’ve never understood why people act like the government had nothing to do with slavery or only had a passive role in it. And there is absolutely a force that can fight against racism outside of the government. Read up on the Montgomery bus boycott. The laws begin to change because it turns out most people like money more than they like racist ideals. No government can actually stop racism anyway since it’s a frame of mind. If there’s a store owner that doesn’t want me shopping there because I’m black I don’t want the government forcing him to let me shop there just so I can give business to somebody who hates me. I’d rather give business to someone else and tell everyone I know to do the same.</p>

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gold-talisman: Coworker told this story today and there was a literal outpouring of love. Representation matters  : Boon Cotter @booncotter Follow A story I want to share cos I think being authentic is your best asset: So, I broke down crying in my interview for @Naughty Dog. 1/x 11:11 AM-5 Sep 2017 1,416 Retweets 3,594 Likes Tweet your reply Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h Replying to @booncotter @Naughty_Dog I had just flown halfway around the world, my first time out of Australia, and it was to interview for a job I KNEW I wouldn't get. 2/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h It didn't matter tho, I was so fucking beyond starstruck to be in LA at the Naughty Dog office. I was like a kid at Disneyland. 3/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h I went in not overthinking anything, just determined to be myself and meet these fucken rad people I adored. 4/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h During the interview, @bruce_straley walked in and I kinda pooped in my pants a little. He asked me some Q's I had horrible A's for. 5/x 91t282 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h Bruce: So you were a lead artist on your last project? How many artists were there? Me: Er... LOL... Just me (Everyone laughs) 6%x 91tl 1 269 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h Then he asks "Why do you want to work at Naughty Dog?". I began to answer a true, but rote, response: You're the best, blah blah. 7/x 91tl 12 266 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h But then I stopped and said... "Ugh. No. It's Bill (from TLoU)." and everyone looked at me with this kind of bemused curiosity. 8/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h I told them it was the first time l'd seen a gay man portrayed as this gruff, masculine, tragically heroic type of character. 9/x 91t 17 392 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h He wasn't a punchline to a joke. He wasn't overtly stereotypical. A lot of players didn't even pick up that he was gay. 10/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h I told them thatl saw myself represented for the first time. A burly, hairy daddy bear character, a guy respected and understood. 11/x 91tl 15 391 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h That made me fall in love with evervone here, And telling them that made me start crying. WHO THE FUCK CRIES IN A JOB INTERVIEW? 12/x 4 Boon Cotter @booncotter 10h Anyway, fast forward to 3 hours later and I was shitface drunk on margaritas and hired to work at my favorite game company on Earth. 13/x Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h Moral to the story: Don't underestimate authenticity. Be raw, be vulnerable, be real. That's where your uniqueness shines. 14/x 028 151 1.4K Boon Cotter@booncotter 8h To wrap it up, this was the day. Dat grin wouldn't leave my face, even with Nate giving me stink eye. AUGH 5 more replies gold-talisman: Coworker told this story today and there was a literal outpouring of love. Representation matters 
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Dear Ex-Boyfriend, . You pinged me, I replied. You flirted with me, I let you. We became Best Friends. You tried me on, I somehow accepted. And we turned our Friendship into Relationship! But, 'It was a Mistake!' we concluded in the end. . Now, I always think, -Do I still love you? -Do I still miss you? -Do I still miss the warmth of your arms? -Do I still miss your lips on mine? -Do I still? How does that matter? Fantasy is different from reality! Reality is we are not together. Our FOREVER came to an end! We (it still sounds good) but let me correct - You and I came to an end. . Yes, we were happy, I was happy. -I was happy to a point that just your thought made me smile, but it all came to an end, that smile came to an end. -I am happy that, You and I were together, you still live in my thoughts, -You are part of me and will always be. -Sometimes, I also crave for your touch. -I don't want you back, I can never wish for that. -You live in me for all good reasons but you made me a misery for no good reason. -You made me strong. -You made me alive. -Now, I just love myself with all the pride, I am glad you left me and moved on, gave me the courage to be on my own. . And, you know what the actual mistake was? . -Saying and doing a lot without meaning any of it. -I could've stopped you when a hug felt tight. -I could’ve say no for sex, when I wasn’t ready of it. -You could've said no to my tantrums. -We could've talked about it on the couch rather than sorting it out on the bed. -We could've grown as two individuals rather than growing together as messy lovers. . Then, love would not have been a liability. It would have been our asset. More importantly, we could have been 'US'. Via admin -@__chintu____ -@__shelu____: Dear Ex-Boyfriend, (Read the Caption) Dear Ex-Boyfriend, . You pinged me, I replied. You flirted with me, I let you. We became Best Friends. You tried me on, I somehow accepted. And we turned our Friendship into Relationship! But, 'It was a Mistake!' we concluded in the end. . Now, I always think, -Do I still love you? -Do I still miss you? -Do I still miss the warmth of your arms? -Do I still miss your lips on mine? -Do I still? How does that matter? Fantasy is different from reality! Reality is we are not together. Our FOREVER came to an end! We (it still sounds good) but let me correct - You and I came to an end. . Yes, we were happy, I was happy. -I was happy to a point that just your thought made me smile, but it all came to an end, that smile came to an end. -I am happy that, You and I were together, you still live in my thoughts, -You are part of me and will always be. -Sometimes, I also crave for your touch. -I don't want you back, I can never wish for that. -You live in me for all good reasons but you made me a misery for no good reason. -You made me strong. -You made me alive. -Now, I just love myself with all the pride, I am glad you left me and moved on, gave me the courage to be on my own. . And, you know what the actual mistake was? . -Saying and doing a lot without meaning any of it. -I could've stopped you when a hug felt tight. -I could’ve say no for sex, when I wasn’t ready of it. -You could've said no to my tantrums. -We could've talked about it on the couch rather than sorting it out on the bed. -We could've grown as two individuals rather than growing together as messy lovers. . Then, love would not have been a liability. It would have been our asset. More importantly, we could have been 'US'. Via admin -@__chintu____ -@__shelu____

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