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Hello, Tumblrsphere. My name’s Elspeth. Nice to meet you all. You can all call me Els or Elsa. Or just Elspeth if you feel like being boring.
Due to the facts that I am poor, the job market in my area is horrible, and I am trapped in the ‘can’t get a job without experience, can’t get experience without a job’ rut, and the fact that Etsy becomes infinitely more complicated if you are put in charge of a shop but the paypal account attached to it is your sisters, I have decided to move my sparkly hobby (and my sister’s) to tumblr.
Yes, that’s right. My sparkly hobby. I make jewelry. Nothing overly fantastic, admittedly, but I think it’s charming enough.
For easy navigation, anything I made myself will be tagged as #elspeth. Anything my sister made will be tagged as #lyndsey. The merch will be tagged as #necklace, #bracelet, #earrings, or #other depending upon what it is.
If you find something you want to buy, just drop me a message and we can discuss it. I’m on every day, I guarantee you won’t be kept waiting for long. The preferred method of payment is by mail, but if you really don’t want to do that, I can probably talk my sister into letting me have access to her paypal account, but that’s not a promise. So your best bet is the mail.
USD only, and no international shipping. Sorry. Like I said, I’m broke.
I can be reached here, here, here, or here, by email at email@example.com, or by skype at delerium.canidae.
So, I don’t know why, but I am seriously craving some Fandral/Loki rp right now. I mean, I’ve wanted some for a while, but the craving is like…mighty, tonight.
I’m not really picky. If you wanna go the one-on-one route, this can be past, Thor-movie-era, or Avengers era, whatever. Maybe even AU, if it’s a good one. If you wanna help me out with a one-on-one Fandral/Loki scene, then email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or message me on skype at delerium.canidae.
Ooooor, if you have a Fandral tumblr blog, or know someone who does, I play my own Loki. So go find cosmicdrifter-jumpsatshadows. I run my blog in real time for the most part, though, so keep that in mind (meaning if I wandered over there and tossed up a random first person post, it would be 11:45 at night, September 2 in the post).
I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy
I took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.
Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.
I hope it’s alright like this.
Translated version for y’alls liking
;_; Now, that is a man.
Eventing Dressage @ Olympics! by Fell96 on Flickr.
British Rider Nicola Wilson :D
This was written by a little 6 year old girl. I babysit her and her two sisters - Rebecca and Mia, and before they go to bed they all sit down and write little prayers to God.
This was the one that Hollie wrote last time, and it absolutely broke my heart. I mean, she’s six years old and she thinks she’s not beautiful. That’s not right. But she is beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. She’s got golden blonde hair, bright green eyes and a smile so beautiful that you melt a little inside when you see it.
When their mum got home, I showed her Hollie’s prayer, and she was devastated. She’s a nurse so she’s seen a lot of horrible things, but I have never seen her like that. And so I had to do something.
If you’re reading this, and if you have the slightest bit of a heart, please reblog this, so that I can prove to Hollie that she is beautiful, and that she is so special, and that God made her exactly the way she is because He knows that He made her perfect. Please give this beautiful little girl the confidence she deserves.
holy fuck the tears
rennertastic:He’s just like, “MINE.”
Oh god, he’s tugging on her hand …
I don’t know whether to laugh at how much Renner seems like a little child here or cry beCAUSE HE’S TUGGING ON HER HAND.
RENNER YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SUCH A PEDO SOMETIMES OMG
(Source: owls-blog, via earthsmightiestassbutts)
Aerogel, also know as frozen smoke, is the world’s lowest density solid, clocking in at 96% air. If you hold a small piece in your hand, it’s practically impossible to either see or feel, but if you poke it, it’s like styrofoam. It supports up to 4,000 times its own weight and can withstand a direct blast from two pounds of dynamite. It’s also the best insulator in existence.
make a nice jumper n pants out of that shit and then go to war, be invincible, never back down
I wanna feel me some of that pls