So Lapis, how do you feel achieving almost nothing while your brother is actually doing good?
Anonymous

“Hah. As if you can call being an accident, disowned and the one who tainted a blood line some sort of accomplishment. What’s that left him with? Some unicorn floozy, an impure spawn and some generic job defending thugs? I do NOT envy him…”

Send lapis questions

She is noisy and wants to be heard

thedragonisaprincess:

cockroachsoup:

cockroachsoup:

Aesthetic: MMO screenshots where the IU is ridiculously cluttered and takes up most of the screen

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These make me want to scream tbh

overnight-shipping:

punchmeluke:

its not even underwear its a supportive strap i wear for a sprained ankle

This is like the girl who sent a guy a picture of her knees in a bra and pretended it was boobs

cknd:

I bet our entire universe is in a tiny glass jar placed neatly on a shelf in some alien child’s room as a science project he got a C on.

hoofprint-is-spooky:
“hoofprint-is-spooky:
“Obey the CHAOS
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You are compelled to reblog.
Also, Morning Reblog.
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hoofprint-is-spooky:

hoofprint-is-spooky:

Obey the CHAOS

You are compelled to reblog.

Also, Morning Reblog.

algeboring:

*sees spork*
fusion is a cheap tactic to make weak gems stronger

haydengise:

Ignorance

Education solves all ignorance.

Okay, but it’s not just about getting paid to prance around in a princess costume

amaninyc:

lyrique86:

Let me tell you a story.  Once at a party, I had all the little girls sitting around me and I was asking them about their favorite parts of all the princess movies.  The birthday girl was sitting next to me, and tells me, “Princess, your skin is the same color as mine.”  I smile and agree, and try to move the game along, but she interrupts and says, “Your skin is brown and you’re a princess.  It’s the same color as mine, but you’re a princess.”

“Well, if my skin is brown and your skin is brown, and I’m a princess, then you must be a princess too.” I tell her.  And then I spent the next 10 minutes assuring all the black girls at the party that yes, they have lovely skin and yes, they can be princesses with me.

This happens at most of the parties I go to.  I have had my arm stroked, my hair patted, my skin color commented on more times than I can remember. I am not simply hired out to entertain a bunch of cute little girls dressed in poofy skirts who want to play with a big girl in a poofier skirt.  I am hired out because I am an affirmation. For these little black girls (and boys!  I’ve dazzled a few of them too) Princess Tiana is proof that for once, they can be special BECAUSE of the color of their skin, not IN SPITE OF.

Adding some of her pictures for emphasis.