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Never forget that we are not our muses, that there is a person on the other side of the screen with feelings just like you, and that ships between fictional characters are not more important than the person you are writing with.
The people behind the screen are more important than the fictional characters they portray. So please, treat your fellow muns the way you would like to be treated.
James Lopez, a veteran Disney animator (The Lion King, Pocahontas, Paperman), is currently trying to raise money for his traditionally animated project Hullabaloo. Hullabaloo is a steampunk short film which Lopez is hoping will help save the cause of 2D animation, and possibly lead to a TV series or film. So, if you’re interested in badass steampunk ladies or traditional animation, may I recommend you give a dollar or two. Hullabaloo's IndieGogo page is over here, visit to donate and learn more! And I’ll conclude with the plot:Hullabaloo is the story of Veronica Daring, a brilliant young scientist who returns home from an elite finishing school to find her father—the eccentric inventor Jonathan Daring—missing without a trace! The only clue left behind points Veronica toward Daring Adventures, an abandoned amusement park used by her father to test his fantastical steam-powered inventions. There she discovers a strange girl named Jules, a fellow inventor who agrees to help Veronica in locating her missing father and discovering the secrets of his work.
Together, Veronica and Jules learn that Jonathan Daring has been kidnapped by a mysterious group of influential persons, who seek to use his latest invention for nefarious purposes. These villains are wealthy and influential and neither Veronica nor Jules can stop them openly. But determined to save her father and holding true to the family creed that technology should be used for the good of all, not the greed of some, Veronica assumes the secret identity of “Hullabaloo”, a goggled crusader who uses wits and science to combat evil and oppose the nefarious conspiracy that has taken her father.
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If I see a bully anon I am inclined to say something to refute the cruel words.
Do not tell people to kill themselves
Do not make light of another’s issues
Do not tell someone they are a horrible writer
Do not tell someone they are worthless
Do not tell someone to leave Tumblr
Do not tell someone to leave a fandom
Do not bully.
Unfollow is always an option if you dislike how someone runs their blog/what they post. There is no reason to be a douchebag about it. Simply click the button and leave them be. There is a difference in constructive criticism and flat-out cruelty. Choose words carefully, as they are very powerful tools.
Thank you for reading this, and even more if you also follow these principles.
The woman’s footsteps echoed on the cold stone, small scrapes and scuffs reverberating through the labyrinth, becoming monsters in the dark: loud and raucous. Again the shadow sent whispers of a notion that greater treasure lay deeper buried in this place.
You are safe here. You are most welcome…
Just out of sight, in the gloom behind her back, the flash of a wicked grin lit the darkness and then flickered out. This one was curious and strong. She would not startle so easily as others of her irksome species.
Racing on ahead of her, the darkness took shape and form and solid matter and resolved the visage of a child. A little girl whose eyes were lit with mischief. Her small head peeked around the corner and beckoned with the crook of a finger. Childish laughter echoed hauntingly through the corridors and she leapt up and sprinted off into the darkness, goading the princess to give chase.
Another whisper reached her ears, and she turned to try and spot the source, only to find a strange sort of black smoke rushing past her. Turning to follow it with her gaze, she then caught sight of a child, a grin plastered on her face. Once more she disappeared behind the corner, only to beckon her over with a finger.
Once more, the princess’s brows drew together curiously, and before she knew it, she was sprinting after the girl as the laughter echoed through the halls.
"H-hey, wait!" She called, trying her best to keep up with her. She managed to follow the child a little ways before she seemed to disappear once more. With her guide nowhere to be found, she tried to weave her way through the mess of rubble and over-grown greenery.
Rounding yet another corner, she thought she caught sight of something…maybe even someone in the darkness. Moving slowly, she called out, hoping that she might receive a response.
Just realized that if I trace my latest paramour's sexual history back far enough, I could find out when herpes first began. Should I...?
"I think I would be more interested in getting myself tested first, if I were you."
//sad fact: karter has no baby pictures, hardly any pictures actually
((Oh I figured that xD And I’m fairly certain Asha knows by that point too. Which just frustrates her more.
is this you?
"Oh come on. He showed you too?” Giving a small huff of frustration, she nodded. “I’m going to kill your brother.” She added with a pout. If only she was able to get a hand on a couple of his baby pictures…she’d get him back…..eventually.
Silence hung heavy in the humid air and towering storm clouds were building on the horizon. Both the literal and figurative variety. Keen eyes watched from the shadows. Ancient eyes. Mere mortals could be so pernicious, the shadow mused. They feared the wrath of their gods with such desperation and yet he could smell the blood wrought by their own blades, washing away at the Veil which separated this little world from his own. Excellent…
If the young princess sensed the cackle of his malignant laughter in the roll of distant thunder, it was difficult to say. Still, she ventured on toward the sunken, overgrown foundations of his sanctum. Perhaps she knew not why she left the safety of her palace on this day or perhaps her mind had invented some explanation for the source of his compulsion. It hardly mattered. Like a whisper through the trees, his voice called to her subtly, urging her onward.
Come to me…
Thunder shook the valley once more and with it came the wind and the first small patter of rain drops. Beady black eyes watched the young woman’s approach, black feathers rustled in the breeze.
Take shelter here, child…
Any witness would have sworn they saw a raven take flight, and yet only a whisper of smoke trailed behind the girl into the shadow of the ruin.
The princess was not quite sure what had lead her to this place. All she’d known was that she’d needed an escape from the madness and violence that had so recently gripped her home. And so she’d left, somehow stumbling onto what appeared to be an ancient ruin.
It appeared….so very strange to her— so different from the architecture she was used to seeing. It was dark, almost threatening…ye,t she felt nothing but a deep curiosity and an unyielding need to explore them. Running her fingers lightly over the crumbling brick as she passed through what was left of a crumbling corridor, her dark eyes scanned the area, as if trying to decide where to go.
A sudden breeze blew, causing her to shiver slightly as a strange sort of whisper reached her ears.
Come to me…
Just then, she spotted what appeared to be a raven, taking off from its place on a pile of rubble. Think brows drew together curiously, and without hesitation she continued to make her way through in the direction she’d seen it fly, hoping to catch sight of it again.
The place was like a maze, running this way and that, and once more she found herself lost. A slight pout of frustration settled on her features, and she tried once more to spot another sign to lead her on.