gracekraft:

Posting this week’s update early in celebration of Pokemon Day!  Happy Birthday @pokemon, and here’s to many more!  Here’s everybody’s favorite Pokemon poster child, Pikachu and its family~

Part of the reason I chose to do the Johto regional Pokedex is because the Johto Pokemon are pretty inseparable from the Kanto Pokemon.  The Johto region brought new pre-evolutions (along with breeding mechanics) as well as new evolutions (with new evolutionary stones, day/night mechanics etc.).  It’s why in my opinion Johto felt so fresh while also refreshing some old Pokemon.

Also I’m a big fan of how chubby and cute some Pokemon were in their old GBC sprites that have been slimmed-down and stream-lined in recent years.  Raichu and Pikachu used to be such fat little beans and I’ll always have a soft spot for their original pudgy designs.

If you want to see more Pokemon, check out my Johtodex tag!

hobbitsetal:

anexperimentallife:

gothartwin:

thenerdofsparta:

khaleesijade:

simaraknows:

gilbertbielschmidt:

seduce me with ur history knowledge 

vikings made their woman handle the finances because they thought math is witchcraft

The idea that unicorns are only able tamed and captured by virgins originated as a medieval joke. The idea was that it took a mythical creature to catch a mythical creature.

There was once an English minstrel called Roland the Farter. He was awarded lands by the king on the condition that he turn up to the court every Christmas to perform his characteristic “whistle, leap and a fart”. His children could keep the lands after his death if they learnt and performed the same trick.

There is graffiti from the Norse invaders that reads (roughly) “ I slept with Ingiborg, the most beautiful woman in the world ”

A close friend of Alexander the Great named Dioxippus, once told one of his generals, named Coragus, to stop being so up himself, Coragus took offence and challenged him to a duel in front of all of his troops unaware that Dioxippus was a champion of Pankration, Ancient Greek Wrestling. Coragus turned up with all of his weapons and armour, Dioxippus turned up naked with a club, lathered in Olive Oil. The match was over in about 5 mins and Coragus got his arse well and truly kicked.

When an army of Swedes went off to war with the Norwegians, they left all the women to manage everything, however, in the village of Smaland, right on the Southern Border, they were attacked by an opposing force of Danes. The women, led by a woman named Blenda, responded to this by inviting the invaders in, feeding them, making them comfy and basically having a massive party to get them REALLY drunk. When all the invaders all passed out, the women slaughtered them all with anything they could find, and when the men came back, the King was so impressed that he basically granted them a bunch of new rights that were previously unavailable to them. From that point on, all daughters had the right to inherit property, money and land equally with their brothers, and were allowed to wear military-style garments around town and at their weddings.  They were also given the prestigious right to wear the Royal Coat of Arms on their clothing – a tradition that has lasted to this day.

The term in Chess “Checkmate” is thought to have come from the Persian term “Shah Mat” which means “The King is dead”.

Captain Benjamin Hornigold, the mentor to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, once captured a ship just so he could steal all of the crew’s hats, because his crew had gotten drunk the night before and thrown all of theirs overboard.

Napoléon Bonaparte, the Corsican soldier who eventually became the Emperor of France following the French Revolution and Maximilien de Robespierre’s “Reign of Terror”, was terrified of cats.

It is always different and also always amazing

Anthropologists now think that the primary reason human beings first settled down en masse and took up agriculture may have been to facilitate beer-making. So basically, civilization exists because a bunch of our ancestors wanted to get their drink on.

@identityconstellations

termytheantisocialbutterfly:

writing-prompt-s:

A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.

We were born together, already holding hands when we escaped the vast black ocean, tethered by cords that no one could ever break. Two halves of one whole.

It was long ago now, but I still remember opening my eyes to her and understanding that no one would ever be for me what she was.

We were six years old the first time it happened. One second she was standing on the opposite bank of the river, smiling and waving frantically and yelling about the log with which she had crossed, and the next she was gone.

She did not come back until late in the night, appearing next to me in bed, and she whispered to me that she had gone to a place full of magic and an old man with my name had taken her hand. She gave me a piece of paper with a number on it and told me it was a gift to keep forever.

At first, it happened rarely, sporadically. Every few months she would disappear from me for a few hours and then return to my side with a new piece of paper and a new number for me to keep track of.

1920. 1868. 1435. 2004. 1686. 1970. 1264. And the very first one 2347.

As she grew older, it got worse. She was gone more often, and for longer. Sometimes, she said, she would jump to several different places and times before she would find her way back here to me. Sometimes, she said, she worried that she never would.

I was nineteen when I stopped growing, stopped changing, stopped everything. We discovered it when she came barreling back to me while I was training the dogs in the garden and the force of her knocked me back into the sharpest rock.

I should have died that day, but my skin knitted itself closed.

In hindsight, perhaps it should have been obvious that it was me. Every man she had ever met on all of her journeys, they were all me. The French soldier who had pulled her into the trenches in a hail of thunder and fire. The English lord who had given her tea and crumpets during a long afternoon. The American Revolutionist who had hidden her from Red Coats.

We were tied so tightly together, it was no wonder I was her foothold into every time she traveled to. It was no wonder that I was what grounded her to the world.

And it was no wonder that she was what kept me alive.

She died in 2286, I held her as her shuddering, aged body finally gave up the fight. Time travel had kept her alive for longer than anyone had a right to be, but it didn’t stop her aging, and it didn’t allow her to return to me forever.

Whatever magic had kept me alive with her faded when she was gone. Finally, I began to age again.

On the day I died, I went out to the garden to turn on the sprinklers and set the shears on trimming back the roses.

Just as the water started, glowing irridescent in the false garden sunlight, she appeared before me one last time, six years old and frightened, and I took her hand.

psalm-onethirtynine:

dangerously-human:

psalm-onethirtynine:

pancakesbejealouswaffles:

psalm-onethirtynine:

I want to die so much right now. It does not get better, does it? Not ever? I don’t think it does.

It does in waves. When it gets better you have longer and longer periods of being okay with shorter periods of feeling like shit. Depression is something you have for life but it’s also something that you can handle, I promise.

Thank you fren 💜💜💜

It feels like it’s never going to get better. But that’s actually how depression works, it changes the way you think so it’s very hard to remember how you felt before, or imagine how you’ll feel later. I was depressed for several years, most of them suicidal. I’ve been really good for 3+ years now, though! I had a minor (very manageable) relapse when I weaned off my antidepressants, but I’m over even that.

I’m not saying this to make you feel bad that you aren’t there yet, but to hopefully help you remember that just because your brain doesn’t work quite right now, doesn’t mean it never will.

Thank you 💜

I hope you don’t mind my commenting (I don’t normally like to), but this was me and sometimes it still is, so I feel I can speak into this. I want to encourage you. Depression is still something I struggle with myself, but things change. God changes things.

Depression is at it’s worst when we despair. Hope is the best weapon against it. I know everything probably seems gray right now and that lingering exhaustion that makes life seem impossible. I get why death seems better.

I can also tell you, you are called to more. You are a child of God and because of that, you are called to choose life over death; while that involves pain and tedium, it also involves great opportunity and hope. Everyday you have the ability to make choices to better yourself and your circumstances, and to do the same for those around you. Everyday you have the opportunity to serve Jesus and to serve with him.

If you don’t, it’s not the end of the world. He’ll pick you back up, one way or another. But if you do, if you choose to stand when you want to sit, to walk when you want to lie down, to think hopeful thoughts rather than thoughts of despair, depression will loosen it’s grip.That’s how I’ve known it to be and I have struggled with that monster for ten years or longer.

God has freedom for you and not just in heaven. I’ll pray for you. <3

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

chazzfox:

cijithegeek:

kyssthis16:

yeezysdisciple:

youngbertreynolds:

thempress:

Maybe put it on a canvas instead of someone’s property, and we can all be happy.

who paying for these canvases or the art programs so these kids can have that? Why should it matter if these run down buildings that never get fixed up anyway get graffiti’d? 

Therein lies the issue. Art programs, both visual and performance based, are the first programs to be cut. Canvas ain’t cheap. Neither are the supplies. Much of the graffiti that takes place IS on buildings that are run down. The gov’t didn’t place any value on these properties and yet get pissy with dudes “vandalizing” their shit. You can’t have it both ways, ya dig. 

My father was a garment contractor in LA. In the late 80s, he owned the building where he had his factory. He thought it would be a cool idea to commission local graffiti artists, usually young Black and Latino men looking to stay out of trouble, to paint murals on his buildings. After all, he runs a garment design/manufacturing company, and creative signage is great advertising.

One day, he showed up to the building and the city just painted over the murals without permission or notice.

First, the city told him he couldn’t have graffiti art on HIS building because it brought down property value. After he complained, then they said: ok you can do this, but you need a permit. After he got the permit, then the city said: ok, but you can only use these artists.  Of course, these artists were all White graphic design students from USC, and of course they charged 3x more.

There is a prejudice against this type of art, and it’s racial.  Banksy vandalizes folks buildings all the time, and folks treat him like the Messiah. He ain’t doing nothing new that Black and Brown folks haven’t done for decades.

This whole post…I just find it really interesting! And sad, too, but good thing to read.

^ So much this

Story time with Mary

books-and-cookies:

books-and-cookies:

books-and-cookies:

books-and-cookies:

books-and-cookies:

illregretthisname:

books-and-cookies:

books-and-cookies:

Yesterday, my boyfriend and I went out for a motorcycle ride on a beautiful mountain road, rather close to where we live. On our way back, between two villages, we found 6 puppies, literally on the road, which we assume had been thrown by someone who decided their lives don’t matter. We stopped immediately, especially because we almost hit one, since it was in the middle of the road. Because we were with the motorcycle, we had no means to take them with us, because we had nowhere to put them. We luckily had a leftover sandwich and we fed them - they were so happy! Fortunately, they seemed to be about 2-3 months old, so able to eat by themselves, they were hella playful and adorable, taking a liking to us immediately. 

My boyfriend then proceeded to spend the next hour and a half on the phone, trying to convince the animal shelter in our town, that we have repeatedly donated money to, to come pick them up, because we couldn’t bear leave them there. More than likely, someone would have run them down, because cars are speeding a lot in that region. However, no one would come. They said we were too far away (we were about 100 km away from our town), that it was too late at 9 pm in the evening, that they had families and jobs in the morning, that they had no place for them, excuses over excuses. They passed him from one person to another, each of them talking to him as if they were the ones doing a huge favour for taking the time to explain that they don’t care about us or the puppies. (I’m tearing up just thinking about this). 

Meanwhile, me and the puppers finished play time and they huddled between my legs and went to sleep. After a couple of hours, we finally convinced a friend of ours to come pick them up, we said we’d pay for gas, and he was amazing enough to come there, despite having to work early the next day. All in all, we spent about 3 hours on the side of the road, trying to figure out what to do with them. During this entire time, not one person stopped their car to see if we were okay or if anything had happened. The local police literally passed by without a second glance.

We eventually got home at about 1am in the morning, settled the pups in, fed them and they promptly went to bed. We just couldn’t bear to leave them there. I mean, we didn’t think twice. My boyfriend was exhausted, having slept about 4 hours the night before, same for me, and I knew I had to wake up at 5 am this morning. I was so overjoyed to know them safe, I cried so much yesterday. We should be going today to get them some proper puppy food and get in touch with a veterinarian, to see about vaccines and deparasitation and such. We’re hella tight with money, so if anyone would like to help, you can do so by buying me a virtual coffee or using the donation button on my blog. 

They’re adorable. I can’t even. They kept wanting to give kissed and they nibbled my fingers. We took a couple of photos, but they’re on my boyfriend’s phone. I hope to be able to post them later. We just couldn’t leave them there. They deserve better than to be thrown by the side of the road.

The puppers, huddled asleep between my legs because yay warmth (escuse the quality, it was late and pitch black lol):

Please update with more photos! And thank you for doing so much kind deeds for these pups.

I promise to post new photos soon! Unfortunately, the past couple of days, we were only able to go see them in the evening, so there’s no proper light for photos (rest assured, my boyfriend’s mom goes to see them during the morning, so they’re well taken care of). But they’re doing great! We’re talking to the veterinarian tomorrow, to schedule their vaccines :)

HUGE thank you to everyone who has helped out, you guys are absolutely amazing and I can’t begin to explain how much this means to us <3 So thank you so so much! 

The only decent photo I could take, because all of them were running around, wagging their tails and jumping around:

UPDATES: everyone is healthy and happy! Vaccines are scheduled for next week, we went on a food run today :) THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO HAS HELPED OUT, YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!

BONUS VIDEO:

More pics and a video (I initially made a separate post, buy I thought I’d update this as well):

NEW VIDEO! 

marzipanandminutiae:

glamaphonic:

moniquill:

No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.

This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.

Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.

We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.

 #sometimes the family you start with isn’t a good one #but you can find your own #family is not absolute #blood is not absolute

not to mention, Miss Honey is an abuse survivor herself (and in the book, she’s only 23 years old)

they both got out. they both became each other’s happy ending.

plantinghuman:

Illustrations by Annie Huang.

fun-sized-gem:

duck: i think the fuck not

(based on that one b99 quote. please forgive the crappy quality of my art. im still trying out medibang and digital art is not my thing.)

firefliesguy:

that’s it. there’s nothing that will ever be funnier than this tweet and reply,,