wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like toph beifong
wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like toph beifong
the 50th was pretty weird
Heya, everypony! Twilight Sparkle here! Spike said it’d be best for all of us if I started an ask block- er, blog. You guys might even be able to help us out!
So if you have any questions or suggestions for ANYPONY, please, please PLEEEEASE send them in! We need to fix this!!
A friend of mine started this blog, so you guys should give it a look and ask some questions! :)
today I learned something immensely valuable
the model for the Tol’Vir race (above) was finished quite late into development, so early builds of the beta used a placeholder model instead with roughly similar proportions, placed to make sure that artists got the scale right for the areas they were supposed to live in
Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.
Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.
You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.
We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance.
My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.
He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs.
For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas.
Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.
He was so happy.
Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.
The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us.
My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.
Because of fucking people like you OP.
Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.
So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.
You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.
Wow, that’s probably the most heartbreaking story I’ve seen on this site for quite a while.
Probably because I know my little brother would do the same kind of thing for me in that situation. I remember when I was unemployed and choosing between rent and food and spending all day walking through the city handing resumes to every place with a help wanted sign in the window and passed out and cracked my head open at one point but didn’t have the money to do anything about it, my little brother got me a PS3 and Dragon Age for Christmas that year because he wanted me to have a thing in my life to make me happy. Sometimes the monetary value of a nice thing is worth so much less than what it means to a person to have some venue of escapism or distraction from a shitty situation every now and then. And when someone tries so hard to give that to someone only to get punished without understanding why? That’s straight up one of the most awful things you can do to a well-meaning person.
Man that story just makes me want to like… mail a drawing to a complete stranger’s little brother to tell them they’re a good person, it’s going to rattle around my head for days.
edit: I got so mad at this that I ended up typing a really long response and cut it and moved it here (http://littlefroggies.tumblr.com/post/66908814025/a-reply-to-something-i-cut-and-moved-here-because)
but holy shit: Fuck the OP. I don’t normally get this angry and say that kinda thing to a person or sentiment but, seriously eat shit.
I am not going to insult anyone over this but… Let me just say this:
There are more things to life than food and shelter. Some people may think that, because you don’t earn money, you also don’t deserve anything. Those people are wrong. Some people haven been dealt a shitty hand by the universe that will drag them down forever, no matter how many times someone tells you that it’s your fault and only you can change it.
It’s never easy to imagine yourself in someone else’s shoes. But consider this: If you enjoy your iPad, Playstation and Flatscreen TV, what do you think “those” people enjoy? Being afraid their money will get cut? Living at the brink of existence? Living with the bare minimum and having to be guilty about every penny spent for something they just would like to have?
I would argue that those people need the distraction of an iPad of a Playstation a lot more than most. Is it essential? Probably not. Are there people worse off? Sure there are! That however doesn’t make it less of a problem. And weather it be a gift or because they saved for it for a long time - they deserve it. A life where you can’t afford yourself a moment of weakness isn’t a life worth living.
A few more spooky #sketchspecials done as a Halloween special :)
Giant witches and slime dragonesses, though Swift’s sketches were based off a scene in Trolls 2, one of the weirdest make-out scenes I’ve ever seen XD
Guess which of those was surprisingly and amazingly done for me! :D
An experimental cover to one of my older toned paper sketchbooks. I’m normally so afraid of drawing on the covers because if I mess it up I still have to carry it around and use it. But very pleased with how this turned out. <3
A lot of inspiration from tattoo designs for this one.
Reblog for the art of someone awesome that is also awesome! :D
Only thing I’m worried about pulling off is my earrings ‘cause we’re fighting bitch
I found a little cave in the mountains where I can watch my old home. It’s not that big but… Well, at my size, I can’t really choose. I did my best to make it homely and the ponies from the town still bring hay for me to eat! I wish I could pay them back some day somehow…
Some days, I like to think of myself as a protector of all the little ponies. Maybe some day, I have a chance to shine!
((The amazing and fantastic art was done by chibibiscuit, who is super-talented and did an absolutely fantastic job. In fact, I would like to ask all of you to go to the original post on DA, click on “Download” and look at all the many little details there, because the Tumblr post really doesn’t do it justice! :D You can find it here: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Daisini-Home-is-Where-You-Make-It-410019595 ))