#arent you lucky
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sup gang
#posting this on here first#arent you lucky#art#fan art#digital art#mgs#solid snake#kazuhira miller#paz ortega andrade#raiden
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Everyone more of a hater than me is annoying and needs to lighten up, Everyone less of a hater than me is a spineless wimp, people of equal levels of hater are comrades in arms
#op#travelling nine hours to visit my friend so you get every thought that pops into my head#which you get most of the time anyway tbh#arent you lucky
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I think some of us ambulatory wheelchair users are getting pretty close to (or already are) throwing full time users and higher support needs disableds under the bus. And that shit needs to be shut down NOW.
It's the problem of: "how dare they treat us like those people!"
The problem with ableists isn't that they assume we can't walk The problem is they assume we don't need our wheelchairs if we can. That we don't need our handicapped placards or transport vehicles. That we are taking advantage of other "actually" disabled people, that the ableists also don't give a shit about unless they're using them as an excuse to be ableist.
The problem with ableists isn't that they assume we are intellectually and/or developmentally disabled. The problem is they assume that every intellectually/developmentally disabled person needs to be treated with baby talk, dismissal, and ignorance. That they don't see them as people and refuse to listen to intellectually and developmentally disabled voices without making fun of them.
Stop throwing people with higher support needs under the bus. Stop doing what the abled neurodivergent community did to all physically disabled people. Us cripples gotta stick together and fight for one another, not push one down to make ourselves somehow look better to ableist fucks.
#wrenfea.exe#i wont call the people out but seriously you guys need to think about how you phrase things#and how you talk about full time users#they arent lucky or privileged#and i see the way some of yall get more offended about being seen as developmentally/intellectually disabled#instead of how these ableists think it's okay to treat people like that#chronic disability#chronic pain#spoonie#fibromyalgia#disability#wheelchair#ambulatory wheelchair user#cripplepunk#developmental disabilities#intellectual disability#cpunk#degenerative disc disease
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Writers trying to convince Disney execs not to cancel Nimona, Owl House, and many other IPs:
It's almost laughable how ironic this scene is with what a dumpster fire Wish turned out to be
#honestly this scene goes on and the more it goes the more it's literally the pot calling th kettle black its hilarious#please dont watch this movie#the rat doesnt deserve your time#wish#disney wish#nimona#owl house#thankfully Nimona was able to be salvaged after Disney closed down Blue Sky#but sadly many other IPs arent that lucky#imagine an idea or story you made that you put your heart into only for disney to sweet talk you into a movie deal then steal your idea#lock it in their vault and never let you see it#talk about it or make anything from the idea ever again#this happens in game studios too *AHEM*EA*AHEM*ALICEMCGEE*AHEM*#it's incredibly sad and a lot of creatives lesve the industry because of things like this#animation industry#disney#animation
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did you not see the welcome home update?
I did! I'm just out of the fandom at the moment, so I haven't been getting back into it!
#kanrambles#honestly i faced a bit of drama in the welcome home fandom that made me allergic to it lol#wished we ended things on good terms but alas we are not that lucky 💔#what drama you ask?#art theft for the most part#and friends who arent friends anymore
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“Oof-” Ava slammed straight into the grass, sending plumes of dust up in her wake. Her muscles ached in protest as she dragged herself off the ground. Nope, not as young as she used to be. Reya’s realm had felt like centuries. To her, it literally had been, slowly aging her as she fought God herself to go back. What didn’t make sense though was Michael. Maybe he’d just taken the term “growth spurt” a bit too literally and just ran headfirst into adulthood. Nevermind that. Ava shook herself off, a jumble of emotions climbing up her throat at the sight of Cat’s Cradle. She was almost home.
The sisters were nice, but wholly unfamiliar. No Cam, no Lilith, not even Mother. And definitely no Bea. A trill of joy ran up her spine – maybe Bea had listened, and actually went to live her life. A spike of fear wedged even deeper at the same time – what if Bea didn’t want her in her life anymore? What if she had gone and done all these amazing things while Ava was stuck in another realm. What if Bea had outgrown her, like plenty of roommates had before, being adopted out or leaving for school and bigger things than Ava and witty banter.
She still had to try. Beatrice had left almost nothing. No phone number, no email, just a P.O. box in familiar writing, paper aged with the tendrils of time. Even then, Ava could see that the strokes were sure, certain, like the Bea she’s always known. But they were lighter too, the ends of her letters lifting up just a bit, like even she didn’t know exactly what was coming next.
So Ava thanked the sisters and rushed on out.
She didn’t move as fast as she used to anymore, even with the halo thrumming in her back. But she trudged along, feet drawing her closer and closer to her final destination. The sunrise broke over the horizon as she plowed up the mountains. Of course, Bea would go back to the one place they’d shared. Not Ava-the-Halo-Bearer and Sister Beatrice, but simply Ava and Bea.
The sun glowed against her cheeks and she felt like she was nineteen-just-turned-twenty again. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when she realised that this could all be gone. Bea’s, but not hers. Who wouldn’t love Beatrice? She probably had a whole new life, new family, new love, just conveniently in the same place they’d learned to love each other. She planted herself on a park bench, just across from the pool she’d spent almost every free second she’d had at, and the doubt wormed into her chest, shredding at her heart til she could barely breathe.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” A young voice drifted in in German, accompanied by someone settling on the bench next to her.
It took her a second to respond, “I’m fine, thanks!” The language felt odd on her tongue. Thirty years had passed, but her mouth still moved, falling into a routine that was natural, but a bit misshapen, like clearing the cobwebs of an old hangout.
The young man had looked straight through her, with a funky little mustache and mischievous eyes. Ava wasn’t quite sure why, but in seconds she was pouring out her life’s story to this random stranger. She could almost hear the music in the background, like she had done hundreds of times to Hans before.
“It’s been years, and I don’t even know if she’d wait for this long. It feels selfish to want it but–”
The boy stopped, glancing as another figure settled near the pool, “Sorry, my father sends me each morning to watch–”
Ava followed his line of sight and everything faded. Bea. Streaks of grey laid where the blond used to be. Hair still up in a bun, a few strands hanging loose and framing her face perfectly. Ava’s hand itched to tuck it back behind her ear. To trace the soft smile lines at the edge of her eyes. Good. All Ava had wanted was for Bea to be happy.
She couldn’t help but launch herself at Bea, Halo giving her a little boost. Bea’s head shot up at the movement, cycling from alarm to immediate recognition as Ava’s feet pounded against the grass. Bea shot to her feet, arms reaching forward, crashing together in a tangle of limbs.
“Ava?” Bea’s voice cracked, a slight tinge of disbelief, as she clutched at Ava’s spine, drawing them together as close as she could.
“Bea,” she whispered, gripping at anything she could. She buried her nose in the crook of Bea’s neck – she smelled exactly the same. A flood of relief washed down her muscles as Bea pressed her lips against the side of her head, tears dripping against Ava’s face and mixing with her own.
It took a few seconds of stunned relief, multitudes being said without any sound.
“You came home,” Bea sniffled, voice thick with emotion.
Ava drew back, hand gently tilting Bea’s chin, eyes searching for the truth she already knew. “I’m home.”
#i was just thinking of ava looking at bea with grey hair and going “fuck im so lucky”#neither of them ever even thought they'd live long enough to ever get old#nonetheless together#and sure#it might take them a (long) while to find each other again#they will#over and over again#anyways#someone pls drag me to bed bc i need to wake up in 3 hours#warrior nun#avatrice#sister beatrice#ava silva#boink scribbles#also the marks of age are beautiful!!#and no one ever wants to acknowledge or points them out#it makes me sad#bc they tell so many amazing stories in the loudest most understated ways#those smile lines arent there bc you smiled once!#you did it over and over again#and those joys were so important that they literally etched their way onto your face#an ever-present reminder of the happiness that you've held#and will carry for the rest of your days#welp#thats enough for tonight#:p
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The Desire brainrot continues
#i love desire i love hands arent i so lucky for this scene to exist hsjs#lukasdoesart#desire of the endless#the sandman#netflix#mason alexander park#fanart#if you recognize the first one. it ended up being what i based that one gouache painting off of! :)#sketch#artists on tumblr#illustration
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Perhaps a controversial opinion but I'm gonna say it
Crate train your dogs please
#like jesus christ#'my dog breaks out of every crate i get!' look into an impact wait for sales look at gunner look at lucky duck#like yes these crates are fucking expensive but if you dont properly crate train your dog from a you age those are some of your options#idk man#it helps with scuffles#it keeps other animals safe#'its not fair to crate one and not the other!' it doesnt fucking matter#if one dog bullies the other or they dont get along and you arent around crate one of them#im not saying crate your dog 24 hours a day but i AM saying that a dog needs to learn and be comfortable in a crate#but! there are some dogs that no matter what you do will not have a good time in a crate#it will upset them#but think of it this way#would you rather your dog be safer during travel/vet appointments/when guests are over/etc. or be unsecured/overstimulated/and so forth#idk#dl
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on the topic of internet preservation, and on a much lighter note of it. i think archive.org truly is a bastion of internet preservation in the decay of online knowledge and what i can only describe as masses of miniature burning of the library of alexandria. i love archive so much. kissing it on the mouth. but also remember that if you love something so much, and also if you make anything at all. please put the money down for one or two external hard drives and hold a copy or two of whatever you have as well god forbid that vanishes too.
#if you cant afford a new one you can get them used too#im lucky enough to have live with a data hoarder tech fiend so i have access to terabyte drives#but even then they arent really that much of an investment as of right now even brand new#if anything i highly recommend if you are an artist especially to get a terabyte drive#because there are horror stories of people's computers breaking and being unrecoverable and IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU SO HAVE A COPY EXTERNALLY
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doc gave me a test for ADHD diagnosis based on childhood behavior and i was like "oh, some of these don't fit at all, i was never shy or a 'follower' or timid or any of those....." anyway turns out they just toss in some non-ADHD-related questions to make sure you're actually giving honest answers. ya girl managed to score 86/100 for childhood ADHD (46 is the minimum for diagnosis usually, apparently) bc. she was a Fucking Nightmare,
#adhd tag#the worst part was having vivid memories associated with so many of the questions.#were you bossy. did other kids think you were a freak. were you mad all the time#did you get in trouble at school for trying to maim your classmates. did your parents hate you and wish they had a different child#like. SPEAK LESS LOUDLYYYY#i didn't even think i was that hyperactive as a kid but uh. that seems. incorrect#ENORMOUSLY lucky and privileged not to have been an ADHD kid who ended up in juvie tbqh.#there are kids EXACTLY like me whose lives are fucking Ruined bc theyre poor have negligent parents and/or arent white. Ugh.
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link and zelda dragging ganondorf along to pride w them against his will
#not really that against his will otherwise he would not actually be there#you guys get two whole pride posts this month arent you lucky#doodles#loz#zelda#ganondorf#link#pride month#aaaand the obligatory pride tags:#bisexual#nonbinary#transgender#asexual#yippee ^^#thats a lot of tags im so sorry#loz found family au
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DON'T DREAM IT - BE IT
[He/him]
#my face#2 in one day arent you the lucky ones#outfit 2 of day 1 of halloweekend: i saw rhps live tonight of COURSE i brought eddie back#it was an unreal performance. unreal. too eepy to type but all my meatspace conversations tomorrow WILL be hyping this up
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Lucky little boy here slightly regretting committing to the bit of being lucky little boy and not sure why I said ANYTHING I said in my previous anon. Anyways. More coherently this time I really love this fic and will be drawing fan art soon which means I will have to either come clean about who I am or just pretend to be a different guy. Anyways. So for colorblindness to make them not able to see the like writing- does that mean it's about the same value as their skin color? Because like- the way color clindness works is you can still tell the difference between value just not color? (Like how saturated/light and dark) I am overthinking this I am an overthinking little boy now.
hehehe hi lucky boy! Aaah Im so excited to see fanart I cant wait!!! :D
Colourblindness in this universe works a bit differently than colourblindness in the real world! In this universe, the specific pigments missing in your eyes that usually see colour are also responsible for showing you the things nobody else can see! ie) soulmate related markings & visuals. This means that being some variation of red/green or other kind of colourblind still allows you the ability to faintly see the marks, whereas full colourblindness (like with the Y/N) means its entirely invisible to you!
#ask#lucky boy#you arent overthinking at all I absolutely adore asks like these!!! <3#also I hope this makes even a little sense hsds
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I need to kill the cringe inside of me. Smuldunde WOULD be the person to bite and snarl at people but in their mind. They would want to do that so bad but they will only do it to protect the love of their life
#and we all know who that is#gibby was damn lucky Smuldunde was under the absurdities when he pushed Dracula down the stairs#gibby when i catch you gibby gibby when i catch y#even tho they wouldnt realistically stand a chance against him#they arent a fighter#zeph talks about Smuldunde
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weird question do you ever worry about being. Replaced.
#zera rambles#like. suddenly you arent needed anymore#or if someone better than you was found and yeah#i dont get like this tooooo often but i feel like esp as a creator#theres always that fear esp if youre not actively creating#it also just makes me think of how lucky i am to be where i am
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