It was a quiet, rainy night when the tiefling known as Wendigo entered the city.
Rain pattered gently on the wooden buildings surrounding him, gurgling down gutters to pour into the street. Wendigo adjusted his coat, pulling up the collar uselessly as he clopped further into town. He was already soaked to the bone; he did not feel the cold, thankfully, not really. His blood always seemed to burn white hot, even in the fiercest of storms.
He swung his horned head from side to side, peering closely at the dark houses bordering the streets. It was late. Most everyone would be asleep by now. He snorted, a stream of smoke and water projecting from his ridged nostrils. As long as there remained a single tavern still open, it did not matter. He may not really feel the rain, but that did not mean he relished the idea of sleeping under it. His sodden, dishevelled clothes made sure of that, rubbing him raw in places he really did not need chafed.
weeee this is nice! I enjoy your writing, Lyn!Source: lynionpoe
lydia actually did this
I was sure I was gonna scroll down and the last panel would just be the artist sitting there doing nothing like every other “I’m gonna do a thing” comic I’ve ever seen so suffice it to say I’m very pleasantly surprised
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
(via kecrambles)Source: mrscriss2012
**don’t read this review if you don’t want spoilers. You have been warned**
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FUCKING HELL. Why can’t people just knock it off!? I’m so tired of this now. Leave her alone! UGH…. assholes…
So, an update 12/7/2013.
Because I posted about what Pommy/Sean Chiplock/Ishimaru Kiyotaka’s voice actor actually did (stalking irl), there are people now trying to get my address from others who knew me because they want to come harass me IRL and kill my animals.
what the FUCK is wrong with people…Source: purplekecleon