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retrobird:

colormestoked:

natashavc:

HEY! OHIO JUST PASSED SOME INSANE ANTI-ABORTION LEGISLATION TONIGHT:
-Physicians providing abortions are not allowed admittance to public hospitals. 
-Fetal pain must be described to the woman at all stages of pregnancy. 
-Doctors must tell women how much money they make from performing abortions.
 -Ultrasounds include visual description if woman refuses to view image; no rape exemption 
-Mandatory wait-time doubled 
There’s more, equally horrifying. I wrote about it for you here. Gov. Kasich has until 11:59 pm on Sunday to line-item veto any or all of these restrictions. He probably won’t.
(image via this young lady)

What the actual fuck is happening, America?

contact the governor here, voice your opinion

*this is what i wrote if you need it (ref’d this)
SUBJECT: Line-Item VETO Anti-Abortion Legislation in H. B. No. 200
MESSAGE:
Dear Governor Kasich,
I’m writing as someone outraged by the draconian anti-abortion measures passed Thursday in a state budget spending bill. This legislation is incredibly dangerous to women, and will without a doubt put our lives at risk. It is a disgustingly appalling set of rules that will not decrease the number of abortions, it will simply increase the number of dangerous ones.
Do not pass this sadistic legislation.
We heard the voices of over 180,000 citizens opposing the anti-abortion legislation of Texas on Wednesday. We WILL NOT stand for the injustice of rights. We WILL NOT be silent. We WILL NOT sit down.
Signed,XYZ

retrobird:

colormestoked:

natashavc:

HEY! OHIO JUST PASSED SOME INSANE ANTI-ABORTION LEGISLATION TONIGHT:

-Physicians providing abortions are not allowed admittance to public hospitals.

-Fetal pain must be described to the woman at all stages of pregnancy.

-Doctors must tell women how much money they make from performing abortions.

-Ultrasounds include visual description if woman refuses to view image; no rape exemption

-Mandatory wait-time doubled

There’s more, equally horrifying. I wrote about it for you here. Gov. Kasich has until 11:59 pm on Sunday to line-item veto any or all of these restrictions. He probably won’t.

(image via this young lady)

What the actual fuck is happening, America?

contact the governor here, voice your opinion

*this is what i wrote if you need it (ref’d this)

SUBJECT: Line-Item VETO Anti-Abortion Legislation in H. B. No. 200

MESSAGE:

Dear Governor Kasich,

I’m writing as someone outraged by the draconian anti-abortion measures passed Thursday in a state budget spending bill. This legislation is incredibly dangerous to women, and will without a doubt put our lives at risk. It is a disgustingly appalling set of rules that will not decrease the number of abortions, it will simply increase the number of dangerous ones.

Do not pass this sadistic legislation.

We heard the voices of over 180,000 citizens opposing the anti-abortion legislation of Texas on Wednesday. We WILL NOT stand for the injustice of rights. We WILL NOT be silent. We WILL NOT sit down.

Signed,
XYZ


Rick Mora

Rick Mora

retrobird:

i’m crying bc gabrielle’s immaculate-conception-devil-baby who looks like her clone is prEGNANT WITH ARES’S UNBORN CHILD JUST MAKE IT STOP PLS

shit writers if that’s what you needed to get out of your system for season 3’s wicked finale what the heck ever i can appreciate

pussylequeer:

April Summers photographed by Davide Esposito for Playboy France, August/September 2010

pussylequeer:

April Summers photographed by Davide Esposito for Playboy France, August/September 2010

Ugh I’ve been trying to draw a new picture of my character today, but I’m in such an art funk that this old-ish picture will have to suffice hfudisfsd
And hello everyone :’O
Name/Nickname: ” Jimmy ” (real name: Ozzie Taylor Morris)
Occupation: Gang leader
Age: 29
Height: 6’11”
Weight: Somewhere around 255- 265 lbs.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Naturally dirty blonde, but dyed black at the moment and in a horse’s mane mohawk with the ends in dreadlocks
Sexual orientation: Pansexual
Hobbies or talents: He has a passion for science and math and likes to exercise his mind by solving extremely difficult puzzles or equations. He also likes to get his hands on chemicals and anything hazardous that he can play with to create his own explosive weapons. Past all of the brainiac hobbies, he has morbid tendencies when it comes down to his gang business; let’s just say his “job” gives him chances to get creative. While Jimmy’s occupation can get messy, he prefers to lounge and indulge himself in more expensive riches, giving him the appearance that he’s nothing more than a walking piece of art.
Likes: Sweets (preferably anything strawberry flavored), football, hockey, whiskey, solving puzzles, exploring the city and its outskirts, leading
Dislikes: Losing (in anything), being underestimated, sharing his wealth, beer, button-up shirts
 Short background: Born in Norfolk, VA with his father being in the Navy and his mother finishing up school to become a nurse. With his dad being more on the strict side and expecting too much from his boy, Jimmy grew to be rambunctious and rebellious. Despite growing irritated at his dad and even developing a hatred towards him, Jimmy managed to balance his schoolwork and the hoodrat activities he loved. At the age of 18, he came home with his new skin (at the time, he had a few friends who knew how to work a tattoo gun and had them fill up his skin one section at a time, starting with his torso and working their way outward) and said goodbye to them. He ran off with his good friend, Leon, and drove up to the state of New York. While Leon worried about their living situation and finding a job, Jimmy immediately explored the streets and alleyways and found his way into a growing gang. Years pass and Jimmy has made a name for himself within the gang. That wasn’t enough for him, though. After gaining the trust of the majority of the members, Jimmy planned to remove their leader and step up to take his place. Succeeding, the tattoo’d giant became notorious and well-known throughout the city and immediately worked on getting his new gang to grow.
Significant character traits worth sharing: Other than the tattoos and piercings, he’s just extremely tall (no Gigantism).

Ugh I’ve been trying to draw a new picture of my character today, but I’m in such an art funk that this old-ish picture will have to suffice hfudisfsd

And hello everyone :’O

Name/Nickname: ” Jimmy ” (real name: Ozzie Taylor Morris)

Occupation: Gang leader

Age: 29

Height: 6’11”

Weight: Somewhere around 255- 265 lbs.

Eyes: Light blue

Hair: Naturally dirty blonde, but dyed black at the moment and in a horse’s mane mohawk with the ends in dreadlocks

Sexual orientation: Pansexual

Hobbies or talents: He has a passion for science and math and likes to exercise his mind by solving extremely difficult puzzles or equations. He also likes to get his hands on chemicals and anything hazardous that he can play with to create his own explosive weapons. Past all of the brainiac hobbies, he has morbid tendencies when it comes down to his gang business; let’s just say his “job” gives him chances to get creative. While Jimmy’s occupation can get messy, he prefers to lounge and indulge himself in more expensive riches, giving him the appearance that he’s nothing more than a walking piece of art.

Likes: Sweets (preferably anything strawberry flavored), football, hockey, whiskey, solving puzzles, exploring the city and its outskirts, leading

Dislikes: Losing (in anything), being underestimated, sharing his wealth, beer, button-up shirts

 Short background: Born in Norfolk, VA with his father being in the Navy and his mother finishing up school to become a nurse. With his dad being more on the strict side and expecting too much from his boy, Jimmy grew to be rambunctious and rebellious. Despite growing irritated at his dad and even developing a hatred towards him, Jimmy managed to balance his schoolwork and the hoodrat activities he loved. At the age of 18, he came home with his new skin (at the time, he had a few friends who knew how to work a tattoo gun and had them fill up his skin one section at a time, starting with his torso and working their way outward) and said goodbye to them. He ran off with his good friend, Leon, and drove up to the state of New York. While Leon worried about their living situation and finding a job, Jimmy immediately explored the streets and alleyways and found his way into a growing gang. Years pass and Jimmy has made a name for himself within the gang. That wasn’t enough for him, though. After gaining the trust of the majority of the members, Jimmy planned to remove their leader and step up to take his place. Succeeding, the tattoo’d giant became notorious and well-known throughout the city and immediately worked on getting his new gang to grow.

Significant character traits worth sharing: Other than the tattoos and piercings, he’s just extremely tall (no Gigantism).

Kasim (KAH-SEEM)
Race: Human, Immortal
Origin: Hanabori Desert, Kuei
Age: 37
Height: 6’3
Occupation: Damattan Desert Guard and Soldier
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Black
Notable Features: Scars, stretched earlobes
Markings: Scars

Family:
Umar (father,deceased)
Kelaki (mother,deceased)
Asad (adopted father)
Niarra (adopted sister)
Tehlou (adopted brother)
Anu(adopted brother)
Mai ( ex-wife)
Visha (son)

Likes: Solitude, crafting weapons, being busy
Dislikes: Asad, Hanabori Tribe, himself

Weapon: Obsidian Sword
Supernatural Abilities: None

Kasim is a man of the desert. His tribe was wiped out at the hands of Asad. The Hanabori were a groups of nomadic thieves. Kasim was the son of the leader but unfortunately he never saw his father’s face nor his tribe for that matter. Kasim was raised by Asad along with a few other kids from his tribe. They all grew up under Asad’s abusive ways however Kasim was raised by Asad since he was born. The other children have memories of their parents and life previous to being captured. Kasim despite being beaten and abused sees Asad as his father and would do anything for him. He knows he’s nothing but a dog but he knows no other life outside the one he’s been raised in. He’s done many dark deeds and regrets everyone of them but he fears Asad’s wrath more than death itself. Asad has crafted Kasim into a perfect warrior, one who feels no pain and can kill without thought. Kasim hates himself for being so powerless against Asad. He wants nothing more than to watch Asad’s head roll.

On a normal day, Kasim works as a desert guardsman and travels between the Damattan villages of the desert collecting taxes and checking on the people. He and a few other men travel in a small group while they set up a temporary place to live not to far from their destinations. Women, often their wives or siblings, stay and tend to their small site while the men make their travels. They live a sort of nomadic lifestyle and return to the gates of Damatta at the beginning of the new year. Even though Kasim wasn’t raised in the desert he fully understands it and how life is out there. He prefers moving around and living amongst the sand than the city. He gets to be away from Asad for an entire year and his life is simple. 

Kasim (KAH-SEEM)

Race: Human, Immortal

Origin: Hanabori Desert, Kuei

Age: 37

Height: 6’3

Occupation: Damattan Desert Guard and Soldier

Eyes: Purple

Hair: Black

Notable Features: Scars, stretched earlobes

Markings: Scars

Family:

Umar (father,deceased)

Kelaki (mother,deceased)

Asad (adopted father)

Niarra (adopted sister)

Tehlou (adopted brother)

Anu(adopted brother)

Mai ( ex-wife)

Visha (son)

Likes: Solitude, crafting weapons, being busy

Dislikes: Asad, Hanabori Tribe, himself

Weapon: Obsidian Sword

Supernatural Abilities: None

Kasim is a man of the desert. His tribe was wiped out at the hands of Asad. The Hanabori were a groups of nomadic thieves. Kasim was the son of the leader but unfortunately he never saw his father’s face nor his tribe for that matter. Kasim was raised by Asad along with a few other kids from his tribe. They all grew up under Asad’s abusive ways however Kasim was raised by Asad since he was born. The other children have memories of their parents and life previous to being captured. Kasim despite being beaten and abused sees Asad as his father and would do anything for him. He knows he’s nothing but a dog but he knows no other life outside the one he’s been raised in. He’s done many dark deeds and regrets everyone of them but he fears Asad’s wrath more than death itself. Asad has crafted Kasim into a perfect warrior, one who feels no pain and can kill without thought. Kasim hates himself for being so powerless against Asad. He wants nothing more than to watch Asad’s head roll.

On a normal day, Kasim works as a desert guardsman and travels between the Damattan villages of the desert collecting taxes and checking on the people. He and a few other men travel in a small group while they set up a temporary place to live not to far from their destinations. Women, often their wives or siblings, stay and tend to their small site while the men make their travels. They live a sort of nomadic lifestyle and return to the gates of Damatta at the beginning of the new year. Even though Kasim wasn’t raised in the desert he fully understands it and how life is out there. He prefers moving around and living amongst the sand than the city. He gets to be away from Asad for an entire year and his life is simple. 

[Art by Benny Cumberbun on GO. My Warhammer 40k Inquisitor.]
My name is Jenavive AndrusKevlar. It is inappropriate to ask a lady her age but I have been told by my followers and my own personal retinue that I look in my early twenties. As far as my looks go, I would say that I am relatively short compared to the rest of the people I am around, excluding the children. My height is around sixty-four inches and my weight is approximately one-hundred and twenty-eight pounds. I have hair that, when loose, cascades down my back in a fiery red torrent of tight curls and there is so much of it that it takes about eight pounds right off the top. It lands across my ankles when it’s free however, when it is up, it is twisted into very tight ropes. At the end of each rope is a sharpened silver chakram that can be removed and used in hand-to-hand combat or can be used by my own inner power.
Oh, yes, I am a Psyker Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus for the Imperium of Man. I serve honestly and with an iron fist for the God-Emperor of Mankind. However, unlike the rest of the Imperial Psykers out there, I hold a special power. I can harness my faith in the God-Emperor as well as harness the energies of the Warp. That is how I have managed to live so long.
But back to what I look like. My eyes are a swirling silver in color and there is no pupil or iris. The entirety of the eye, sclera included, is swirling silver. My skin is pale, nearly translucent but healthy. I have a healthy definition of muscle due to my constant hand-to-hand combat training but more definition wouldn’t bee to terrible. My bust is rather large—a full D cup and thank the Emperor they are still as perky now as before having my twins Andrus and Helga. My hips are also nicely shaped and my backside very plump according to my husband, Psyker Inquisitor Lord Johnathan Kevlar.
My clothes are pretty much different versions of the same thing. I wear a sleeveless, black, mid-length tunic with gold trim and a stitched in, golden symbol for the Emperor on the chest. The tunic goes to higher mid-thigh. Under it I wear of course a bra and some silky, spandex-like mini shorts that allow for maximum maneuverability. Along the tops of my bare feet, running up my shins, over my knees and stopping at the mid thigh is my golden leg armor. The matching hand and arm armor from from the tops of my hands all the way up to cover my elbows. The design was made by my former mentor. Finally, around my right thigh, under the armor but visible to the naked eye should one look, is my Inquisitorial Rosarius, which I received upon becoming an acolyte.
Other than my chakram, physical and psychic power, I have a power sword that was gifted to me by my husband when my psychic staff was destroyed. I use it only when necessary and where there is room to do so, because the sword itself it longer than I am tall.
As much as I hate to say it, my psyker powers are tied very closely to my emotions. The more uncontrolled I am, the stronger I become. There was only one time where my emotions and power got so out of control that I was a danger to my family and my ship—and it was that moment that my husband [whom I was not married to at the time] came to my rescue. I think…that would be the first and last time he ever apologized to me, himself and the Emperor at the same time, or so he tells me, because he hit me to effectively knock me out.
Thank the Emperor he took his gauntlet off first haha.
It is a pleasure to meet you all. If you are not and do not become a heretic, a traitor or a member of Chaos and we will get along fine.

[Art by Benny Cumberbun on GO. My Warhammer 40k Inquisitor.]

My name is Jenavive AndrusKevlar. It is inappropriate to ask a lady her age but I have been told by my followers and my own personal retinue that I look in my early twenties. As far as my looks go, I would say that I am relatively short compared to the rest of the people I am around, excluding the children. My height is around sixty-four inches and my weight is approximately one-hundred and twenty-eight pounds. I have hair that, when loose, cascades down my back in a fiery red torrent of tight curls and there is so much of it that it takes about eight pounds right off the top. It lands across my ankles when it’s free however, when it is up, it is twisted into very tight ropes. At the end of each rope is a sharpened silver chakram that can be removed and used in hand-to-hand combat or can be used by my own inner power.

Oh, yes, I am a Psyker Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus for the Imperium of Man. I serve honestly and with an iron fist for the God-Emperor of Mankind. However, unlike the rest of the Imperial Psykers out there, I hold a special power. I can harness my faith in the God-Emperor as well as harness the energies of the Warp. That is how I have managed to live so long.

But back to what I look like. My eyes are a swirling silver in color and there is no pupil or iris. The entirety of the eye, sclera included, is swirling silver. My skin is pale, nearly translucent but healthy. I have a healthy definition of muscle due to my constant hand-to-hand combat training but more definition wouldn’t bee to terrible. My bust is rather large—a full D cup and thank the Emperor they are still as perky now as before having my twins Andrus and Helga. My hips are also nicely shaped and my backside very plump according to my husband, Psyker Inquisitor Lord Johnathan Kevlar.

My clothes are pretty much different versions of the same thing. I wear a sleeveless, black, mid-length tunic with gold trim and a stitched in, golden symbol for the Emperor on the chest. The tunic goes to higher mid-thigh. Under it I wear of course a bra and some silky, spandex-like mini shorts that allow for maximum maneuverability. Along the tops of my bare feet, running up my shins, over my knees and stopping at the mid thigh is my golden leg armor. The matching hand and arm armor from from the tops of my hands all the way up to cover my elbows. The design was made by my former mentor. Finally, around my right thigh, under the armor but visible to the naked eye should one look, is my Inquisitorial Rosarius, which I received upon becoming an acolyte.

Other than my chakram, physical and psychic power, I have a power sword that was gifted to me by my husband when my psychic staff was destroyed. I use it only when necessary and where there is room to do so, because the sword itself it longer than I am tall.

As much as I hate to say it, my psyker powers are tied very closely to my emotions. The more uncontrolled I am, the stronger I become. There was only one time where my emotions and power got so out of control that I was a danger to my family and my ship—and it was that moment that my husband [whom I was not married to at the time] came to my rescue. I think…that would be the first and last time he ever apologized to me, himself and the Emperor at the same time, or so he tells me, because he hit me to effectively knock me out.

Thank the Emperor he took his gauntlet off first haha.

It is a pleasure to meet you all. If you are not and do not become a heretic, a traitor or a member of Chaos and we will get along fine.

Bio template

In response to some people wanting a a type of template for the introductory bios for our characters. 

How does the following feel?

Name/Nickname:

Age:

Height

Weight:

Sexual orientation:

Hobbies or talents:

Likes/dislikes:

 Short background:

significant character traits worth sharing:

Too much? Or would others rather something different? Please throw in your two cents and lets get this party train roll’n!

@hipsterswine: Nope! Just an opportunity for people who want to include more insite to their characters pre-collab events. 

Just trying to get the ball rolling a little bit while we wait for more people to join/ things to be figured out c:

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Hey guys

So, I don’t actually think everyone has responded to any of these posts yet, short of joining. I would have to say until we know for definite how many people are GOING to participate, we will have to hold off on making final decisions for anything. It would make sense and be fair if we waited.

Thanks.

Bio’s?

Since themes and how we’re going to work this is still up in the air and undecided. 

Should we start submitting character introductory posts and short bios in the mean time?

Just so we have an idea of what everyone is bringing along/can get a feel of their characters beforehand. c: 

Or would some rather the characters let their personalities do the introducing during the actually collab event?