Female King of Ik

This blog is just for me to post random nothings of anything I want.
This is the Random Land of Ik, and I am the Female King of this land. The law is Randomness, Whatever, and Anything of Not-Everything. We support Photography, Art mostly in the form of Drawings and Paintings, A Good Story a.k.a Writing, Games, tbc. We also support Chocolate, Fanfiction and Fanart, Slash, tbc. We do not judge in the Random Land of Ik. We are all equal. Until we meet again.
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shego1142:

dignitate:

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bei-fong-appreciation-blog:

durnesque-esque:

cassandracroft:

If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect

First of all: bullshit.

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Secondly: If you are not doing the Linda Carter spin, then you’re doing it wrong.

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how did you do that so smoothly? 

thats some broadway musical shit

But seriously, I think I love you.

heck no, i’m callin dibs

Sorry friend, thatseanguyblogs called dibs first. ;) 

Only reblogging this because it’s beautiful. 

How did I become attracted to both of them I thought I had this sexuality thing down

Sexuality: super

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Confession Time: I’ve never had Nutella. It’s one of those things where I’m just dubious as hell, despite enthusiastic endorsements. I’m just not food adventurous, what can I say.

Mum and i were in Costco last week though and she was “OO NUTELLA”….

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It’s that time again! Here’s the scoop: • follow us➡ omniastudios. Must be a follower to be eligible. • REBLOG this post, do not delete original text. • NO giveaway only blogs and only reblog ONCE PER DAY. • Winner receives one sterling silver Celestial Lunar Oracle ring in their size, valued at $270 USD. • Giveaway ends October 13th, 2014. Winner will be chosen at random using random.org and announced on October 14th. • Must be 18 years old or have parent/guardian permission to enter. • This giveaway is not affiliated with or sponsored by Tumblr.

Good luck, lovelies! <3

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I really hate when people devalue writing fanfic by saying that people are wasting their time doing it and should be seeking publication instead. Have you never heard of doing something for the sheer fun of it? What the fuck is your life like…

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The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali 

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The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali 

Circumhorizontal arc over Ohio, May 2009.

For a circumhorizontal arc to be visible, the Sun must be at least 58 degrees high in a sky where cirrus clouds are present. Furthermore, the numerous, flat, hexagonal ice-crystals that compose the cirrus cloud must be aligned horizontally to properly refract sunlight in a collectively similar manner.

Credit & Copyright: Todd Sladoje

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I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

Firstly, thank you to everyone who has cared or been affected by my post. The overwhelming support that has poured in is truly remarkable. Over the past 24 hours I have received upwards of 1500 messages, asking about when this was, how I am doing now, and how can they help. To begin, this post was made way back in June after I was so disgusted with the way that the police treated me, they downright victim blaming, and I wanted it to be heard. It originally got about 100 notes and I was satisfied knowing that my feelings were validated. When I woke up yesterday morning I found that it had grown to about 4000 notes, overnight, and continued to amplify over the past two days.

In hopes of putting some of your worries to rest, I am no longer living in my mother’s house. It was a long summer, while I essentially exhausted every legal option I had to get out. CPS started an investigation that went nowhere, I tried to find another family member or friend that would take me in but it didn’t pan out, and even attempted to get myself emancipated, but without having a steady income it didn’t end well. Then almost two weeks ago, my mother caught onto what I was trying to do, and while I was away for the weekend, texted me telling me not to come back. She made it so that I couldn’t collect my belongings, and only had a backpack full of things in my possession. Currently I am staying with family until I have the means to get a place of my own, and trying to get myself enrolled into a local school, so that I can finish out my senior year.

I made this post somewhat naively, never thinking of the impact it could have. So when, so many of you have gone to my inbox sharing your own stories of hardship (and I encourage more of you too do so), it gave my perspective on how big this post became. Seeing the influence I have right now, I want use it to enact some change. The tumblr community is infamous for discussing change, but not acting upon it. Many of you have voiced strong opinions and a great desire to help. After thinking this over (and my that I mean coming up with hastily this last night) , I decided to startup a paypal account as means to donate to charities that work to end child and domestic abuse.

The donations, as they are received, will go into a PayPal account I set up. The following is what I plan to do with the money donated:

            -The first 300 donated will go towards necessities (As previously stated: I was kicked out, and am in need of some basics)

            -After 300 is reached, 90% of every donation thereafter will go to Joyful Heart Foundation

- The other 10% will go into a saving account for my college endeavors. (I am basically on my own to pay for it, and can only legally work part time) 

Not trying to offend anyone, but it is my understanding that if gif’s from a tv show, and photographs of Starbucks’s coffee cups can get millions of notes, why can’t an attempt to make a difference regarding something so horrible and yet far too common (3.6 reported cases in the U.S. each year). Please support me in taking this issue out of the dark, as well as helping those who have suffered. Even if you think that you have nothing to give, as little as a dollar can make a difference (it adds up!), and more importantly your spreading awareness about a worthy cause. Please keep reblogging, and getting the word out. 

Click here to donate!

Signal-boosting this.