So, I am playing ARAMs with a friend, it is a fairly typical ARAM.
I rolled Heimerdinger and saw someone else had Sona - I asked for a trade in the small hope they’d accept. They did. Brilliant.
That is the single most best score I have ever gotten in this game.
In fact, I think that’s the single most kills I’ve ever racked up in this game.
that never died…
I don’t even own her!
yes im a boy
yes i knit things
This guy should be some crazy DC villain…
OH MY GOD YES PLEASE.
oh god someone do this
GET ON IT
I think I’ll call him… THE KNITTER!
He robs banks with the help of his little quilted monsters
can anyone put an end to his reign of warm and cozy terror!?
Well, this happened.
People were like “Maybe it’s flying”
and others were like
“but how can it fly?”
and Ninny was like “challenge accepted.”
I don’t really consider myself a feminist by any degree. While I do think they should get the chance to be just as bad-ass as the guys in media (and typically art despite often having bas-assyness sacrificed for ~the sexy~)
But, when I was working on this:
I was told “That’s a rather feminist statement.” why? Because of a ‘hammer for an arm’ I shrugged it off. She had super powers. Why not use them?
So this wouldn’t usually bother me too much.
Armor, armor is the butt of all things “sexist”
Bikini chain mail, plate wedgies, vacuum sealed breast plates, and all that fun stuff.
SO, here is one of my female characters in full-bodied plate armor:
Annnnd here’s one of my males. In armour. Sortof.
Too make it worse, this species is pretty much the opposite of the human race; the females are bigger and typically stronger than the males.
I guess I need to think about what I do before actually doing them.
It is a turtle conservation project that mainly deals with the Olive Riddley.
This year we had at least three Leatherback nests - possibly even five.
The first nest hatched.
And this is what I woke up to.
Leatherback hatchling next to an Olive Riddley hatchling
The nest had a 100% success rate.
Just keep swimming you little buggars. Just keep swimming.
Some months ago I went back to Canada. I finally got around to making a post about it that I’ve been meaning to do since then.
Anyway, THIS is what greeted me every time I went to the bathroom.