... it appears that i like it when colors don't make sense

how to spot the signs

**check moon, venus, and rising sign too though bc y’know

aries // it’s probably fairly easy to spot that aries. they’re the one that screams aggressively when their pottery project crumbles in their hands. the one that always wants to try ziplining or bungee jumping or skydiving. 

in private - aries in private are one of those signs that are very similar to the way they are in general or in public. they don’t feel the need to have to cover up their emotions or their thoughts. if you’re with an aries in private, you will probably notice that they’re more chill than you thought they were, though. and not as angry as they seem. 

flirting - the ones that subtly flirt but still seem to get their message across. flirts a lot too, though. anytime they can get close to their crush, they’re flirting.  

features - they probably have like one really striking feature. like the most beautiful hair you’ve ever seen or really great natural eyebrows. 

taurus // a taurus may be a little harder to spot. they probably have a plant/nature aesthetic. they’re the ones who can be outgoing and shy at the same time. they’re quite calm and collected. thinks through their decisions before making them. suggests hiking and camping a lot. 

in private - taurus in private are probably sweeter than they are in public, especially if you’re close to them. many of them may also be a little more emotional than you’d think. sometimes they’ll talk for hours, sometimes they’ll barely say a single word. 

flirting - you probably won’t even notice a taurus flirting. they’re quite subtle about it, because it makes them feel awkward. this doesn’t mean they’re bad at flirting though, usually they’re able to become good friends with their crush, and things may go from there. 

features - soft features that all fit together really nicely. soft, rounded nose. cute eyes. not too strongly defined eyebrows. 

gemini // ah, the gemini. it’s probably one of the popular girls in your class, or the guy who’s the class clown. they’re fun, energetic, and definitely quite talkative. they have a lot of nice things to say about people. 

in private - at first, gemini seems just like they are in public. talkative, got a lot of stories up their sleeve, smiles a bunch. but pay attention to their words. they’re different. in private, they’re more comfortable with sharing a lot of gossip. they’re probably also a lot smarter than you thought they were. may react differently to the same thing than if they were in public. 

flirting - a gemini is a pretty solid flirter. they’re good at never making their crush bored. they rarely tell the same story twice, even if in reality it’s the same story with a few tweaks here and there. 

features - a gemini is just cute, man. beautiful smile. bright and alert eyes. 

cancer // a cancer may be a little bit hard to spot. they’re either super shy and reserved, or pretty talkative and outgoing, but not much of an in-between. probably the ones that get a little offended by a joke, and can take criticism pretty personally and to the heart. 

in private - a cancer is one of those people you want to know privately. like someone you want to spend one-on-one time with. they’re cuddly, cute, sweet, ad comforting. if you’re close, you’ll probably be able to notice the transition from being awkward in public to smooth af in private. 

flirting - a cancer may not be the best flirter of all time. but, they may get their way. they probably clam up and sweat when being close to their crush. but hey, they’re cute and lovable so maybe it won’t be hard for their crush to notice them.

features - a cancer has soft features. they look really kind. the type of person that if you’re in a crowd and you have to ask someone for the time, you’d ask them because they seem like they won’t be too bothered by you and will be nice about it. 

leo // not hard to spot a leo. usually loud and confident, but not usually in the cocky way. they’re always with a group of people, and probably the one that’s talking. super fun and adventurous. the kind of person to bring ten bags of marshmallows to the campfire. 

in private - a leo in private may surprise you from the way they seem in public. probably one of the most different from in private to in public compared to all the other signs. they have insecurities hidden. they’re not always super happy. may get stressed out a lot. needs to know you’ll always be there for them.

flirting - leo is one of the best flirters hands down. their crush probably is already attracted to them anyways. good storytellers, pretty hilarious. can make their crush feel like them flirting is almost addictive. they’re also obvious with their flirting. 

features - a leo is beautiful. could rock the catwalk or the red carpet. they may enjoy wearing a lot of makeup (not necessarily to ‘cover up’ but more so bc they just like to) but are just as glamorous without. 

virgo // a virgo looks at the small details rather than the big picture. probably the perfectionist in the class, who has perfect handwriting and good grades. the one that makes good, smart decisions. knows what’s going on in the world. 

in private - a virgo is more willing to try new things and will say things that surprise you when you first have one-on-one time with a virgo. even though they’re fairly entertainig themselves, they’ll always beg you to entertain them or tell them some good jokes. 

flirting - a virgo is also a pretty subtle flirter, and seems like just a friend, which is okay because they may say some creepy things that would be super embarrassing if their crush knew they were flirting with them. you know like or “i love the neighborhood you live in”. don’t like leading people on.

features - a virgo likes to focus on their appearance. good fashion sense, perfect makeup, astounding hair. 

libra // a libra is probably the one you automatically feel like is kind of “fake” as a first impression. they’re probably not “fake”, they just try too hard to cover up their real emotions and show different ones instead so they don’t seem detached. pretty intelligent and a good talker. 

in private - a libra is another sign you want to know personally. you just always want to know what they have to say and their opinion on things. they can be either mature or childish depending on their mood. very peaceful. doesn’t like fighting with the ones they love. 

flirting - a libra is pretty good at flirting. they can be the touchy type, so they’re probably not as subtle. they have such a natural charm to them and are so intriguing. easy to get along with.

features - a libra probably has gorgeous eyes. you can tell they’re thinking about something important all the time. probably very light (not in color, in terms of feeling ig). 

scorpio // a scorpio is intense. they’re highly opinionated and good at arguing, and have clear emotions. they can be either loud or quiet. everyone is probably either aesthetically attracted to a scorpio, or attracted to their personality. they’re just cool. 

in private - a scorpio in private is intense. they want to know a lot about you. they also want you to know a lot about them. they’re very real and honest people. don’t say “no offense but…” to them. straightforward (but not rude) people work well with them.

flirting - a scorpio is definitely a touchy flirty, but they’re so good at flirting they can control whether their touching seems more friendly or more physical. it’s their presence that intrigues their crush more than their words. like a scorpio doesn’t have to say anything and their crush probably won’t even be bored. 

features - a scorpio is sexy, fierce, and mysteriously beautiful. they’ve got that perfect smirk, pout, smile, etc. down. 

sagittarius //  a sagittarius could be a little hard to spot. they can be fairly stubborn, though many other signs can be too. they also usually feel like they’re right, and pretend to listen to your side. pretty outgoing, a little weird but in a way that makes you crave it. 

in private - when it comes to humor- sags are underrated. they’re pretty damn funny. they’re also very opinionated. if you mean something to them though, they’ll protect you well and put your before themselves. 

flirting - a sag is neither good nor bad at flirting. sometimes they try, sometimes they don’t. they believe that if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. with this in mind, they probably don’t flirt too much with strangers. 

features - bold features all around. irresistible smile and eyes. strong nose. 

capricorn // a capricorn always gets their work done- even if some of them procrastinate until the last minute. they’re only talkative around the people they’re comfortable with. is into more old-fashioned things. very nice, but stubborn and opinionated. 

in private - sarcastic, witty, and enjoyable. they’re the kinds of people you take for granted but once they’re gone (they don’t like giving more than second chances), you’ll realize how much you miss and need them. good at giving direction, but not at giving advice. very realistic and often pessimistic. good friends. loyal friends.

flirting - they don’t even flirt. they probably flirt with their eyes and admire from afar. depending on their crush (the kind of person they are) the aura they have may be really intriguing and attractive, or they may not even be noticed. 

features - gorgeous hair. they’re so pretty but so underrated.

aquarius // idealistic. talks about the future and ignores the past. probably one of the smartest people you’ll talk to- not just academically but socially as well. may be a little weird but people love it. people just know them, they’re well known. they also know that they’re funny, but they don’t like taking the role of class clown. know that when receiving a compliment from them, it’s genuine and will make your day. 

in private - an aquarius in private is someone you almost feel like you need to know personally. if they let you in, consider yourself lucky- but don’t think you’ve broken down their walls. they’ve got secrets. they’re so interesting that you never get bored, even if you’re talking about yourself, the way they look at you is heart-warming. can be both dreamy and realistic.

flirting - an aquarius may or may not be a good flirter. they tend to get better with practice. however, other people may not notice them flirting. they treat their crush like a friend and signals may be a bit messed up. 

features - aquarians may have wonderful features that you miss if you don’t pay attention close enough. sweet smile and knowing eyes.

pisces // a pisces is that daydreamer. the one who speaks with “if” instead of “when”. very calm and sweet. a good person to befriend if you want someone loyal and adorable. 

in private - a pisces in private is pretty much the same as when they’re in public. they love to listen to you and offer emotional support rather than giving advice. they tend to be pretty gullible. very loving and easy to love back.

flirting - a pisces is a touchy flirter, but an awkward touchy flirter. they’ll go to touch your shoulder but quickly retract as soon as their fingertips brush. it may be obvious when they’re flirting. they tend to ramble and maybe even stutter. 

features - a pisces is just a big ol’ ball of cuteness. no specifics. just awesome. 

anonymous asked:

I wonder if Dark's neck is broken and his magic keeps it from getting worse. Maybe thats why Dark does the neck thing. Damien said did say that our body (now Dark's) is broken and we did fall from the stairs while looking up . . Now I'm just imagining Dr. Iplier doing a check up on Dark only to find his neck broken and maybe a few other things as well.

((Now, I have a few of my own wonderances for this that are different, but then you went and mentioned my doctor boy and damn it I like the way you think, mysterious configuration of being. Did you intend for this to become a thing? Because it is now. And sorry this took so long. It wasn’t quite turning out the way I wanted it to - in fact, I think it’s a god awful mess - but I hope you enjoy anyway!))

Warnings: Minor Graphic Detail, Mild Blood


It had started when Dark felt something move up into his lungs. It had been subtle, ignorable, and there had been no pain, not that something like him could feel any such physicalities anymore, so he had let it go in favor of getting on with his day. There had been much to do, idiots to manage, and the awareness had completely faded into the ether when there had been yet another kitchen fire that he personally had to see to.

And there the notion remained, until a cough brought it right back.

It was nothing; just something thoughtless, knee-jerk, and while he didn’t cough often if ever, it was still very ignorable. It twinged, like an itch from the inside, but a single, quiet cough was more than enough to alleviate the feeling once more. He didn’t have time for it. If King left one more peanut butter covered pinecone in the ceiling again, he was going to kick the pseudo monarch out for good. And Artiplier too for teaching that to him.    

But it as the day wore on, so too did the coughing become more common. He kept it subtle, having to mindfully push the feeling down now, because goddamn it Wilford had let Silver leap off another building again while he filmed it and, while the injuries this time were trivial, he was going to break something again, if he didn’t just outright kill himself next time and - are you even listening Wilford?

The pastel being had been giving him a strange look the entire time during his tirade and, at first he had chalked it up to the flippant man not listening as per usual, but it was only now in the irritated silence that he could hear exactly what was wrong.

Dark had been coughing the entire time.  

Suddenly, the itch was back with a vengeance, and he wasn’t sure when he had turned away with his mouth in his hands, racking coughs shaking his entire form, but there he was, hunched over with his back to Wilford as he desperately tried to get it under control. He felt a steadying hand on his back, heard his name called a few times in obvious concern, but his ears were filled with a high pitched ring that grew and cancelled all other noise until, with pop he felt more than heard, something within him finally gave. He choked suddenly, nearly gagging, as he felt something solid move up his throat to land sharply his tongue. It tasted sweet and smokey.

And metallic.

It took a short time and after a few seconds of aftershocks, his form stilled as the urge finally faded away. As the ringing died down, he could finally hear Wilford ask about his health again with a level of concern he hadn’t heard in ages from him, but, for the time being Dark could only ignore it, taking a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and spitting into it. He only saw for a moment before he pinched the cloth closed, hiding the object and everything that came with it from Wilford. But it had been more than enough for he himself to notice one very concerning detail.  

Everything had been red.

He straightened up, quickly pressing the kerchief into his breast pocket in a single subtle movement as he fixed his suit - giving his neck a quick readjust as well - before sparing Wilford a glance and a few words of comfort as he excused himself. He could see out the corner of his eye as Wilford looked like he wanted to persist, but Dark was out of sight before the pink ego could get out another word.

And it was here and now he found himself in the doctor’s office, perched upon the man’s own rolling stool instead of one of the many available beds - Wilford may have been content to let his legs dangle like a child, but Dark refused to be so undignified - waiting as the doctor looked over the proffered cloth with a scrutinizing eye. He was hemming and hawing and it was beginning to irk the already rather keyed-up demon, but before Dark could offer the physician a single chance to shut up or else, the doctor turned around to face him with an interesting level of curiosity in his eyes.

“Well?” Dark prompted, hands folded over his crossed knees, his posture stiff as it usually was, even if the reasons weren’t the same.

“I’d say this is part of a bullet,” The doctor offered in return, holding the now clean piece out to him in a pair of surgical tweezers. It was chalky grey in color. “This came out of you?”

“I don’t supposed I’d be here if it didn’t,” Dark quipped back flatly, but his interest had been piqued. A bullet fragment? When had he been…

Oh. Right.

“Fair enough. Who had the mettle to shoot you anyway? Was it Wilford?” The question was flippant, joking even, though with an undertone of implication because honestly the doctor had seen that particular instance more often than not, but it still hit Dark like an open palmed slap to the face. He could already feel the memories stirring, some of which did not even belong to him, and it took everything within him not to let his shell crack in that particular moment because if it did, he knew the consequences would be far more dire than with what had become the normal variety.

However, in a multitude of seconds that felt like an eternity, Dark managed to quell the feelings and disguise them as a single, solitary, disinterested sigh. At least, he hoped it came across that way.    

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I suppose not,” The doctor relented, either ignoring or oblivious to Dark’s pause as his attention returned to the lead fragment. Ignorance really was bliss. “But it obviously didn’t happen recently. See the flaky grey on the surface here? It’s started to corrode, which only happens after a long time exposure to types of alkali which doesn’t really - ”

“Correct,” Dark interrupted curtly, not at all interested in a chemistry lesson. “It wasn’t recent, but why is it happening now?”

Dr. Iplier shrugged, looking mildly put off for being interrupted, but true to his apathetic nature he let it go and pressed on. “Sometimes things just remain unmoved inside the body for years. I’d imagine it may have just been close by and, for whatever reason, just didn’t show itself until now. More to the concerning point, there are probably more in you that you aren’t aware of. Would you permit an x-ray?”

Now there was a question Dark hadn’t prepared himself for. It seemed absurd that he was thrown by such a simple request, and yet he couldn’t help balking about it all the same. What would be captured on that photo? What could be captured on that photo? He couldn’t afford to end the doctor if something more than what was currently happening turned up. The physician was quite the invaluable resource after all, especially for his blatant disregard of prying details. But all the same, it would be handy to know if this could potentially happen again, especially in front of others.

Especially in front of Will.

And it was with that argument that the demon finally begrudgingly agreed.

It was a surprisingly quick process and Dark was back in the stolen chair sans suit jacket and tie after just a few minutes. And it was only a few more before the doctor was shoving two freshly printed sheets of film into place on the light board before flicking the switch to illuminate them.

Now that was quite a sight. Seeing a set of bones and organs that he knew he himself had shaped was a curious thing, especially with the previous wonderance that, while his outward appearance may have taken appropriate form, his inward one may not have. And while he realized this was a silly contradiction, it had still held concern in his mind for a secret that nobody else could ever know about. Thankfully though, this didn’t seem to be the case.

But ever more curious were the lit up white spots speckled throughout his abdomen, and he couldn’t help but stare. He counted at least five, and none as big as the one that had so rudely extricated itself from him earlier. They didn’t even seem to be near anything necessarily vital either.

Not that that fact mattered anymore really.

So absorbed was he that he didn’t notice the doctor turn to him with a new level of concern, and Dark most probably would have continued to disregard him had he not made a rather urgent and out of place sounding request.

“Turn around,” The doctor demanded suddenly, his face taking on a panicky sort of grimness.

“Pardon?” Dark returned, surprised to find himself lost. That didn’t happen often.

“Turn around,” Dr. Iplier said more slowly, but with no less urgency than before. “I need to see your neck.”

“Whatever for?” Dark had an inkling exactly what for.    

“See this vertebra here?” The doctor impatiently poked his finger into the very top of the second x-ray, right next to his neck and that’s when Dark saw it. Damn. “That’s supposed to be nestled up to the bottom of your skull. Not to mention all these little white lines running everywhere else are microfractures.”

“And?” Dark asked with an air of disinterest.  

“Dark,” Dr. Iplier beseeched with exasperated concern. “Your neck’s broken.”

There was a beat before the demon responded with a simple and very dry, “Yes, I’m acutely aware.”

“And you’ve just been living this way?” That was a funny way to put it, but Dark refrained from commenting. “What the hell happened to you?”

The silence that followed was filled only with the hum of the x-ray display light.

Now that was a loaded question, and with the doctor looking down at him now with all the concern of a close friend, with almost the same face to match, it was reminding him too much of times he wanted to forget.

Times of when, during late nights at the office, a bespectacled face would just appear at the other end of his desk in the way only he could, wearing a knowing smile and bearing something to eat because he would often forget.

Times when that same face was sad for some unknown reason that just could not be spoken about, so he took it upon himself to cheer the man up with silly antics the same way he did for him.

Times where he would get so angry he would yell at the man just to come back later to apologize only to realize that no offense had been taken in the first place and their friendship was just the same as it had ever been.

… A single time where that face was on the verge of breaking entirely, and Dark could see him now, reaching out as he fell, the words echoing in his ears along with a hauntingly familiar, harsh ring.

Wait, that one wasn’t his.

“It was an accident! I swear!”  

He needed to leave.  

“Nothing that matters anymore,” Dark responded briskly, standing to pick up his coat and tie from the nearby bed and throwing them on with well-practiced grace. “Thank you for your time, doctor.”

“Now hold on a damn minute,” Dr. Iplier stepped forward as if he wanted to grab Dark’s shoulder, but then thought better of it at the last second. “I can’t just let you walk out of here knowing that you could keel over at any given moment.”

“I assure you that that’s no longer a problem.” Dark waved away impatiently, already turning toward the door.

“Your neck though! And all of that uncomfortable twisting I’ve seen you do. Those readjustments can’t be good for you. Aren’t you afraid of waking up one day and being completely paralyzed?”

“I defer to my previous statement.”

The doctor made a frustrated noise. “At least let me take care of the bullet fragments. How you haven’t suffered lead poisoning by now is a miracle.”

Dark sighed, turning back to the physician with a look of impassiveness. He knew the man wasn’t exactly heartless, but Dark honestly hadn’t expected him to be so insistent about his health. “Doctor, your concern is appreciated - truly - but going by that picture, I don’t see anymore near my lungs, so you have my word that it will be fine.”

“And what will happen when it isn’t?” Dr. Iplier fired back. He was implying more than just a health issue and the acknowledgment that Dark actually was a leader in all of this wasn’t missed. 

“Then I suppose I have you to deal with the aftermath,” Dark replied wryly.

Dr. Iplier made a face. Apparently he was the only one allowed to make apathetic jokes in the face of a potential crisis. “That’s not funny. I’m not an EMT, Dark.”

“I have faith in you, doctor. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I never finished forbidding Wilford from encouraging acts of tragedy ‘for the sake of the show’ and would like to get back to it before someone else unwittingly winds up in your care.”

Dr. Iplier looked like he wanted to argue his point, but even he knew when to stop pressing - or perhaps that was just the lethargy - and he sighed, the sound heavy and laden with a weariness that Dark was all too familiar with. “Very well. Just… don’t hesitate to come back if any of it bothers you, alright?”

“You have my word.” And with that, Dark strode out with much more on his mind than he had going in. Of course the bullet would still be in there, shattered as it was. He wasn’t sure why it had never occurred to him. Just because his appearance had changed, didn’t mean the body had. It was the same principle as his unhealing neck, even if neither experience had happened to him directly. He was cursed to a nearly broken body that didn’t belong to him, held together with whatever power Celine had used and that void had bestowed upon him, physicalities stuck in a permanent state of stasis.

But he had no time for self pity. He had a building to oversee, and a goal to maintain.  

And as Dark walked purposefully down and out of the hall, he didn’t see the man he was looking for, hiding just out of sight in a nook beside the door, frozen in place with eyes wide and an otherworldly flower clutched to his barely breathing chest.

Wilford had just wanted to check on his friend. To make sure he was okay because never before had Dark’s health ever come into question, and the coughing fit had scared him so much more deeply than anything else had in a very long time. But while he was on the way to barging in, he’d heard his name and then… He’d heard everything else.

His mind swam, memories stirring in the watery depths like ancient beasts, lashing out against him a tirade of blurry and out of order images.  

A gunshot, a choke, a scream that seemed to echo from the very depths of his soul. 

He couldn’t be. He wasn’t.

The flower fell from his trembling fingers.  

He wasn’t a killer… was he?

lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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HELLO! :D I just want to give a big shoutout to @pandaanna01 because it’s her BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNA!

This fic is dedicated to her and her love of soulmate AUs :D 


Baz

The topic comes up out of the blue. I’m sitting on Snow’s couch, reading, while Snow is laying on his back with his head tucked into the side of my hip. I was sure he had dozed off earlier, but he speaks up suddenly.

“Do you believe that soulmates exist?” 

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anonymous asked:

I just had to run this by you because I know you'll make sense of it and help me feel better..... I just read a post talking about how this is the season we're likely to see Lance mature and fall in love and like... Nyma is coming back.... what if it's her.... or what if it's her coming back that makes Lance realize his feelings for Keith?? idk dad I'm freaking out

are these people forgetting that nyma literally manipulated lance? nyma and rolo manipulated the whole team like… ah yes, a perfect love interest! she used lance. she. had. ulterior. motives. i doubt she was actually, genuinely interested in him in the first place. obviously, she’s not Evil or something but her being lance’s love interest? nope. how the heck would that work as a slow burn romance with little things that will pay off later, anyway? it wouldn’t, plain and simple. lance is not just going to take one big step backward and 100% trust nyma after she did that, let alone fall in love with her. are these people just forgetting like… everything???

lance matured a lot in many ways, especially in regards to keith and their relationship… setting aside the rivalry, which was made such a big deal from the start. what else happened in s3? lance and keith got much, much closer and had the most development next to lance and allura. keith opened up to lance, something he never does. he opened up to lance of all people. lance, who used to set him off and rile him up, is now who he turns to in times of need and weakness. on top of that, the scene in which he does this is gorgeous, visually. it is… it’s romantic, that’s the only way to really put it. the colors red and blue come together to make purple, just like the “we are a good team” scene, in which the lighting is purple aka their colors combined. also, (for the 2843875th time) the bi flag colors and the gay flag colors were used in that episode, as well as s1ep6. lance supported keith and backed him up, he was there for him pretty much all of s3. lance went to keith with his worries, when he easily could have gone to shiro—his hero. keith tried to comfort lance and lance appreciated it, even if it wasn’t perfect because he knows keith is not Mr Comfort/he’s not good at people. i know he knows this because lance is the one who helps explain things to keith when he doesn’t get it, he’s also just good with people. this only opened the path for keith to be able to comfort and reassure lance better in the future, once lance properly opens up about his insecurities. keith may even start to pick up on it now that he got a little glimpse into who lance is. with shiro gone, lance was keith’s rock and that will not disappear. their development will only continue. many people have said this but, if they were simply going for a friendship arc between these two, they rushed it. they became friends way too fast if that was all they’re doing with these two.

the main keith and lance interactions we really get before s3 ended, were soft ones. the bedroom scene (which continues with keith trying to stay behind at the castle so lance can continue to pilot red) and “i got you, buddy!” like hey remember the shot of keith we got at the end of the bedroom scene? that was fucking special, dude. this comparison has been made already, but:

the first one is from s3ep2. that was—for the most part—how lance usually viewed keith, but then…. after keith tries his best to offer some comfort to lance, we get the shot from ep6 and it’s noticeably very different. while the first shot is from lance’s POV, the second one is through his eyes. it’s set up so we make eye contact with keith and everything… and keith looks beautiful. he’s in the center of the shot, he’s the sole focus of lance’s vision at that moment. he looks open, welcoming, and friendly, in complete contrast to the first shot of him… because that is what they were trying to portray with this shot. it insinuates a change in lance’s view of keith and a change in their relationship. they went through the effort of animating keith hanging up his jacket at the start of this scene when it would have been easier to just have him sitting on his bed or something…. but without his jacket, keith appears more vulnerable and open. the fewer clothes you have on, the more vulnerable you are and keith almost always has his jacket on… so, it’s definitely significant that they showed him hang it up before lance enters the room. this shot fits perfectly with lance maturing and finding love. their overall development fits perfectly with that. i know this was not what ur ask was about but idk, it’s just… the people out there thinking nyma will be lance’s love interest are fools. 

sleepy // daniel seavey

request: Can you write an imagine where you and him have a cuddly day in bed?

whoever sent this didn’t specify which boy, so i’m just gonna stay in my comfort zone and write about Daniel bc he’s my baby and i love him and he’s the easiest to imagine and write for me lol

and i hope this is satisfactory, bc there’s not much cuddling but hey there’s a lot of fluff so heck yes

triggers: none, just hella fluff


daniel rolled over in his sleep, his body searching for some sort of heat. It usually came in the form of his girlfriend, y/n. his still sleeping face formed into a frown, noticing that she wasn’t there next to him.

his eyes opened, revealing a dazzling blue color that was still clouded with sleepiness. daniel slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked to y/n’s side of the bed, seeing that it was empty. his eyes darting around the room in search of y/n. she wasn’t in the bed next to him, she wasn’t anywhere in the room. where was she? did she leave him? oh god, what if she did leave him? daniel was already delirious from his sleep, and this was not making it any better.

daniel was about to throw fit when y/n finally walked back into the room, fully showered and ready for the day. she had a cup of coffee in her hands, and she sipped on it casually as she approached a still confused daniel.

“morning sleepyhead, nice to see you up,” y/n told her boyfriend in a slight teasing tone. daniel rolled his eyes in a playful manner and flopped back over, burying his head into the pillow.

“oh c’mon, don’t be this way,” y/n set her mug on the nightstand before sitting down next to daniel’s blanket covered form. he mumbled some incoherent words into pillow, causing y/n to laugh lightly. “babe, i can’t understand you,”

daniel lifted his face from the pillow, turning his head to look at y/n. “i thought you left me,” he pouted, making her heart melt. his bright blue eyes met hers and she lifted a hand to play with his messy brown locks.

“i’m sorry you thought that babe, i’d never leave you, i promise. how can i make it up to you?” daniel lifted his head off the pillow at the proposition, a smirk replacing the pout that was there not even thirty seconds ago.

“stay in with me today, i don’t wanna do anything today and i know you don’t want to either,” he bargained, making y/n roll her eyes.

“as much as i would love to, you have a meeting to go to today. and remember last time you missed a meeting? jonah almost-” y/n started, but was interrupted by daniel’s phone going off. daniel nearly cheered at the notification, not wanting to relive the lecture jonah gave him on being an adult and all that crap.

daniel scooted over to where his phone was on the nightstand, unplugging it from the charger and turning on the phone. he squinted for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the screen before swiping on the notification.

y/n waited impatiently as he read his message, seeing the smirk on his face growing as he read it.

“what is it daniel?” y/n asked, tempted to snatch the phone right from his hands and read whatever it is for herself. but she had more morals than that and waited for daniel to show her for himself.

“i guess we can stay in now, because my meeting has just been canceled,“ he said in a smug tone, showing y/n his phone screen in triumph. y/n snatched the phone, reading the message on the screen.

jonah: hey bro, the meeting today was cancelled. something about having an emergency meeting with some other artist lol. just wanted to give you a heads up, i already told the others. see you tomorrow in the studio, love ya

y/n looked up from the screen, seeing daniel’s smug face looking at her. “okay, i guess i don’t have anything else to do today. just let me get changed,” y/n sighed with a smile on her face. daniel whooped in victory, waiting patiently as y/n went to go get changed back into her comfy clothes.

she returned a minute or two later, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a random t-shirt of daniel’s. y/n hopped into bed, almost immediately being captured by daniel’s arms and brought to his body. she cuddled into his warm body, looking up at him a pressing a kiss to his cheek.

daniel pouted again. “c’mon, give me a real kiss.” he complained playfully. y/n sighed, but a smile slowly crept up her features. she pressed her lips to his, smiling as the warm, familiar feeling of his lips on hers overtook her senses. their kisses was sweet and passionate, and never failed to give both of them endless butterflies. when they kissed it was like nothing else mattered in the world but their lips melding together and the fireworks exploding between them.

he pulled away from the kiss, looking into her eyes with all the love he could muster up. she smiled up at him, causing a warm, fuzzy feeling to appear in his heart. daniel loved this girl with his whole being, and nothing could replace that fact.

she leaned up for another quick peck, their lips touching for only a second or two before she pulled away with tinted cheeks.

“so, netflix?” she asked, reaching for her laptop.

“hell yeah.”

Exhausted Parents Kiss - Klance

I was asked to write this by @lukewarmravensinatub, I’m so, so sorry this is late!  I had a bit of difficulty with it and the ending is a little rushed so I apologize if it isn’t what you had hoped for!


Lance huffed as he shut the apartment door behind him, groaning when he heard the telltale signs of the cat and dog fighting.  “Blue, baby, come here!”  Lance whistled and clapped his hand against his thigh as he hung his messenger bag up beside the door.  Blue trotted over to Lance’s side with a wagging tail and lolling tongue.

Lance sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he began to wander into the half-kitchen half-living room.  “You know beautiful, you can’t always fight with Red,” The Cuban boy tossed himself down onto the couch and rubbed behind his faithful dog’s ears.  Blue purrs and rubs her head against Lance’s knees and lap.

With one head rubbing Blue’s head, Lance reached over to grab the remote that was resting on the coffee table.  He picked it up and began to flick through stations until he landed on Comedy Central channel.  Lance rubbed his neck and reached under the coffee table to grab one of his textbooks.

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anonymous asked:

this might be a bit of a stretch but solas(dragon age) and shepard(mass effect) + difference for the prompt? em, dont feel forced to do this one since its kinda out there!

OK, I’m determined, I’m going to write something for this. Longer than the original 5-10 sentence task and not really the shippiest of responses, but here we go. I’m gonna write Solas into Mass Effect. *cracks knuckles*


“Do not do this.” His voice trembled despite himself, the Dread Wolf’s confident facade crumbling as he watched the Inquisitor raise the artifact, its arcane light catching in her eyes as they glistened, wet with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry, vhenan,” she whispered. “You left me no choice.”

He lifted his hand, reaching out for her, his throat tightening as he choked out a final word. “Please-”

And then, there was darkness. 

He had underestimated her. Given other circumstances, he might have been proud. Her solution had been far more elegant than the plan he’d concocted to stop the Evanuris. She didn’t need to change the very nature of the world to imprison him. Instead, she trapped him inside his own mind. A dreamless sleep - his consciousness cut off from the world, from her, from the Fade, from the spirits who had brought him so much comfort and companionship over those long years before he met her. There was only a sinking moment of helplessness, a feeling of being stripped bare and hollowed out, a second of useless struggling and then…. nothing.

An utter void.

He had no concept of how much time had passed before he heard the voice. Thin, high and reedy, bearing the quickened cadence of speech and yet Solas could not recognize the language it spoke. He opened his eyes only to squeeze them shut once more, wincing at the harsh, blinding light that surrounded him. A second voice joined the first - softer, feminine - her words sounding just as foreign but in a completely different manner from the first. Yet the two spoke in turn as if they understood one another as Solas got his bearings, forcing himself to sit upright as his head spun. His body felt weak - how long had he slept? - and it took time for his vision to adjust to the strange, artificial light in the room. It had an odd, bluish quality to it, not like firelight or sunlight and twice as bright as either. It made the walls around him seem even more strikingly void of color, surrounded by nothing but dull silver paneling. The only familiar thing he could see lay about his person - a sarcophagus of sorts, clearly decorated with care, though the once-beautiful stone carvings had worn down over the ages. 

There was only one person who would have gone to such trouble to give him an honored burial. 

He was abruptly drawn from his thoughts as a sharp pain erupted from the side of his throat, an odd mechanical hiss sounding seconds after the foreign object pierced him. Solas drew back quickly, nearly toppling out of his carved encasement as he whirled to face his attacker, summoning energy for a spell on reflex as his feet hit the floor.

The…. thing that had touched him did not seem alarmed, staring at a narrow beam of orange light as it set down the implement it had just used to strike him. The light before it shifted, changing into varying unfamiliar patterns and when it next spoke, Solas was surprised to hear it speak in Common. “Hmm. Energy readings. Unidentified. Source and purpose unknown. Increased activity in frontal lobe accompanied by electrical activity in the hands. Strange. Might be coincidental. Unclear how stasis was achieved. Unfamiliar technology. Body clearly nourished, yet source of fuel undetermined. No signs of decomposition. No muscle deterioration. Yet containment does not appear to generate any sort of protective field. No time dilation or cryotech. Just stone. Odd. Otherwise, humanoid. One heart. Nearly identical circulatory system and organ structure to the people of your planet. Will need to analyze DNA to be certain, but-”

“Slow it down, Mordin,” the female voice said again. Solas sought the source of the sound, relieved to see a more familiar form. Human, yes, but at least she was something he could identify, unlike the tall and slim figure who continued to poke at a strangely-marked panel. She was not dissimilar to Cassandra in her height and physique, clad in a slim-fitting black uniform, her hand resting warily on the device she had strapped to her hip. “Just give me the basics.”

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Sense - Ellessey - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

For KuroDai Week 2017, Day 8: Mythical Creatures/Super Powers

Summary: Daichi has never met another person like him before, someone he doesn’t have to hide his abilities from. But the first day at a new school, surrounded by the same normal faces, he finally meets someone different.


This will be Daichi’s seventh time as the new kid, so it’s not like it’s something he doesn’t know how to do. It’s all just a matter of blending in, finding the patterns and fitting himself inside them, and that’s something he has years of experience with.

It gets tiring though, following this routine. Leaving when he slips up, because somehow he always does, and starting out again in a different place, with a new set of people who are all the same. The same as the ones at his last school, the same as each other. All of them cut from the same cloth, except for him.

Daichi is different. Daichi can crack the earth with his anger, he can shape the soil without lifting a hand. When he laughs, if he isn’t focusing hard enough on his control, pebbles will rise up and dance with his voice.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, if its not too much trouble could you make a tutorial for the text effect on your last graphic ?

English is not my first language but I’m gonna try. I assume you mean this graphic, send me another ask if I’m wrong.

What you’ll need;

  • After Effects 
  • Photoshop (Or any other Editing program that can create Gifs)
  • This Font

Warning;; This Tutorial is pretty picture Heavy.

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Glittering Gold

I wanted to try a different style for this one and I’m sure if I like it that much but please forgive me if it seems rushed and off ~


Gency Week: Day 6 — Dragon


Once upon a time, there was a queen. She ruled over a peaceful kingdom, never before have the people endured war. The queen was revered and respect for the care she gave for her land and her people. Golden hair wrapped around her skull like a halo as her skilled hands healed all who came to her throne. No illness thrived in the land, no plague could poison the people’s blood. The queen watched over them, an angelic being to her subjects.

To give thanks to their kind queen, workers crafted beautiful glass. Glass so beautiful and bright, it shined like gold and diamonds. Her people decorated her castle, and they feasted to celebrate their lives. The palace shimmered upon the land, a jewel upon the grass.

The gift of glass was so precious and bright, it could be seen from afar. Shimmering treasure that anyone would dare want. Any greedy soul would desire of such riches.

Dragons are the worst of all.

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anonymous asked:

I want to see Hanzo becoming a Talon agent just like Widowmaker did: Being broken by Talon, if Talon want Hanzo in their team so badly, why they don't do that to him? I mean, then take control of the Shimada Clan again? :v

Oki doki. I might of veered off slightly 

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Hanzo Shimada

Talon reports spattered by blood, amused voices, praise for his durability, his lack of pain shown

Reaper walks the hallway, opting to go through the deserted corridor where the reconditioning takes place. He’d walk these halls many times before to avoid other team mates, as agents believed that the corridor was cursed. The wraith walks slowly, his pace slowing down to a halt when he spots splashes of blood and a half burnt object on the stark tiles. Gingerly, he picked up the object on the floor, smearing the blood further along it. It was a picture. Two little boys. It took him a moment to recognize the smaller one as Genji. The one next to him must of been the brother he heard of. His smile was much smaller than the Sparrow’s. As if he knew that the main subject of the picture was not him, but his father’s favorite child. Gabriel folded the picture and kept walking

Morning meditation was done. The student and his master walk from their secluded room, content in their peace and silence. The sparrow excuses himself from the master, an appointment with the doctor must be kept. The omnic bids his student farewell and hovers off. He stops. He senses intense turmoil. Pain, so much pain, rearing back and hitting him again and again, like the ocean beating at the cliff, tearing it’s defenses down, screams, silent sobs, suffering, similar to the Sparrow but different, close. The monk had felt it coming from the corridor where too many were terrified to tread, turmoil and feared, frightful, frantic to get away from the accursed hallway. Zenyatta mused about the new agent they’ll be getting. 

Smug superiors singing their own praises for choosing such a sustainable agent, impressed scientists musing over what next to do to turn him, terrorize his mind, to torture turn and twist him

The soft clicks of her heels echo down the corridor, the Vishkar documents they requested held gingerly in her hand, hair swishing. Satya walked fearlessly down the corridor, the ones the other foolish,superstitious, silly recruits won’t go near, eyes sliding over the bleached walls. Room 9. They wanted her to take these to Room 9. Sliding the door open, she startles two Talon operatives, who whirl around, parting enough to reveal a man. She sees him, he sees her. Satya registers that he has pretty eyes. His eyes plead for help, filled with screams he cannot let out, sobs he refuses to let go, suffering that he has silenced. She gives him a small smile, giving the documents to the shorter man on her left. In the back of her mind, she says to him that she looks forward to working with him. She leaves, his pretty eyes staying with her until she is called to a meeting, facts and statistics pushing those Rosewood orbs out of her head. 

She felt like a retail worker. Normally, she didn’t. She was a highly qualified doctor, with a touch colder than death, eyes icier than either of the Poles, skin pale enough to have been carved from ivory. But right now? Attention Doctor, clean up in Room 9. Twirling her caduceus around her hand, a first aid kit swinging from her other hand, she walks down the corridor. Unlike the other agents, she quite likes this corridor. It shows how far neurological science has come. Altering between psychological pressure and physical pain was an art form in her mind, the Talon operatives wielding it like a painter with a brush. She knocks idly with her knuckles on the door with a 9 carved into it, painted with black ink before going into the room. Well. The man looked far from having been painted by a talented artist, more like a child finger painting for the first time. But they all had to start somewhere, and despite how crudely the red painted his body, she knew that soon, he’d look better than any masterpiece hanging in a gallery. She switches on the healing stream as she stitches up the worst wounds. Already, the golden glow improves his appearance. She ignores the broken fingers which shakily try to catch the sleeve of her coat, craving any sort of contact. 

Raised voices, loud tones, asking, demanding answers, why hasn’t he broken yet, run him harder, more ruthless, they cannot wait any longer, they cannot put off the meeting the clan keeps demanding, someone’s head shall roll unless they complete their agent, their very own heir 

The eerie silence of the corridor disturbed, cheerful music blasting, his skates clacking as he excitedly makes his way towards the room where he’s been summoned, a sudden burst of color and feel-good music in the barren hallway. His wide smile threatens to blind people, enthusiastic anticipation twisting his stomach. Lucio slows to a halt, humming as he pulls off his skates, rubbing a splotch of dried blood off them from the recent battle he had just returned from. The Talon official had stopped him as soon as the group had returned from their mission, his feet barely even touching the concrete of the helipad. They had authorized his use of Hypnosis for the poor guy in Room 9. He had whooped loudly, excited to try his latest tech out. He wiggled his feet into his trainers, quieting his music slightly as he happily tapped a rhythmic knock on the door. Someone opened the door, frowning slightly at the upbeat DJ, but Lucio payed them no mind, making a beeline for the apprehensive man. Lucio saw him relax slightly, calmed by the music and the DJ’s trusting, wide grin. Oh, this was going to be good. 

Irritated, grouchy, sighing tiredly. The old soldier makes his way to the Rec room, loud music blasting from it, cheering voices, happy laughter. He didn’t normally object to loud celebrations, but it was barely the crack of dawn and he and six others had to fly out to London in a few hours. The ex-commander of Overwatch curled his hand into a first and thumped on the door to the rec room, drawing their attention. They instantly quieted down, respectful but still grinning like hyenas. He’d have demanded an explanation if he had not seen their uniforms. These were the boys from reconditioning. They must have broken him in. Good for them, he mused to himself. Returning to his commander persona, he sternly told them to keep it down or they’ll all be on floor scrubbing duty for a month. They apologized, turning down the music, tired and euphoric. As he made his way back to the dorms, Jack spotted an agent scurrying to the lift that took people to the reconditioning recovery rooms, haphazardly carrying a crate, in which he spotted a new uniform, a quiver and a intricately patterned bow. They were getting another sniper, he concluded, neutral on the matter and made his way to his room. 

Silenced tongues, amazement stuck in their throats, choking on their disbelief while Talon superiors look on, powerful and smug, their heir performing his duty perfectly, the Shimada clan swearing loyalty to the archer with the dark eyes

He was finally allowed to see the agent. Tap tap tap. Room 9 they said? Tap tap tap. 9 was an unlucky number. Tap tap tap. In his native tongue, the number 9 resembles closely to the word for pain and suffering. Tap tap tap. Finally, the cyborg stop his sprinting, the tapping of his feet silenced. His fingers twitched and he abruptly opened the door, hasty, hurried. The man stood there, getting ready to leave the room one last time, tying his ebony black hair up in a ponytail. He turned to look at the Sparrow. The sparrow looked back at the archer. The two dragons gazed at each other for a few moments. One saw the stranger with the familiar face, the other had the word ‘brother’ burned into his mind. The two brothers reached for each other, weakly holding onto one another’s forearms, staring at each other. This could work. 

She sat on the ledge overlooking the base, one sinewy leg tucked underneath her, leaning back on her palm to keep her steady. Her heart beat was slow. Her reflexes were not. She knew little of her past life, except it was where her name was derived from. She made women widows. She made herself a widow. Her jet-black hair flicked slightly in the changing of winds. She saw him before she heard him. A movement out of the corner of her eye. He sat down, both legs tucked underneath him. No words were needed. The silence was comfortable. She knew what he had went through. He knew what she felt. They knew each other better than the others would know them. The two snipers sat beside each other, their weapons nearby. They waited for Athena to give them the signal to do what they did best. Shoot to kill. 

anonymous asked:

Hey there. I want to get better at drawing more diverse people, but I don't know what's good and what's bad if that makes sense. Basically I'm looking for advice for what the dos and donts of it are. Sorry if this seems silly, but I just don't know what to do...

No, this is a great ask! Thank you very much!

Now, disclaimer - I’m only half of color, I’m not Black (antiblackness seems to be the most prominent) and I also don’t face colorism, so if anyone else wants to correct me on this, feel free. But here are some Dos and Donts that I’ve learned from my own art experience.

Don’t: try to pick a skin color on your own.

Now, this is for the artist trying to get more into drawing different skintones without a lot of experience using colors. Many people say, “what if I make their skin too yellow,” for example, when drawing an Asian character. In my opinion, trying to perfect the skin color in the color wheel is hard, because colors are just difficult in general for me.

Do: Use a skintone chart for reference.

I use this one, and have actually saved it to my desktop for quick reference. It is much easier to color pick the one that is closest to your headcanon and go with it, instead of messing around for hours with the color. (this one is by thelizalot)

Don’t: Try to guess a character of color’s skin color without looking at a reference.

There may be a chance that it is way off and too light, and it becomes unintentional whitewashing.

Do: Use a color swatch if there is a canon one, use references from the show, etc.

Or, for example in the Yogscast fandom, grab their Minecraft skin off of skinsearch. This can be useful for other things too, like trying to get the perfect shade of blue.

Don’t: Simply color in the character with the correct skintone, but draw the character without POC features (if it is canon they have those features). 

I’ve seen this complaint by some Black people I follow, and as an Asian person, I agree. It’s weird to see artists give characters “white features” and erase their features such as bigger lips, noses, and monolidded eyes.

Do: Learn how to draw POC features! 

I use references for my art, it makes it much easier to draw. For example, I used a reference for Lalnable Hector’s dreadlocks, and I used a reference for Sips’s face in another art I drew (the shark tank AU, haha). Learn how to use these features correctly. Imo, over-exaggeration and caricaturization is easy to avoid. Usually, you don’t end up with a caricature unless you’re trying to do so.

Don’t: Focus on stereotypes and make characters one-dimensional jokes.

For all the artists who want to headcanon as well as draw! Please treat characters of color as characters!! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen people reducing them to jokes (think Reaper and La Chancla jokes from Overwatch, and D.va and gremlin jokes from Overwatch). Be careful around this, and analyze your instincts to create a new headcanon for a character. Think about if it makes sense for the character and isn’t OOC. For example, once I told my white friend that I headcanoned Eldraphyn as Black, and they started saying that she could rap and she was the Sassy Friend and. Like. What. What. If you see Rule the World, Eldraphyn is very mild-mannered and royal in appearance and gesture and is kinda innocent tbh. Don’t change a character’s personality to fit a stereotype.

Do: Create depth in your characters

Don’t just talk about their race, talk about them! For example, yes, Nano is Asian. But what about her story? What were her origins like? You don’t have to focus on the fact that she’s Asian, just include it. (I like that, so I bolded it).

Don’t: Be unable to own up to your mistakes.

If you unintentionally whitewash a character, admit it. Don’t fight POC if they tell you that you’ve had racist behavior. Mistakes will happen.

Do: Apologize and move on.

If you are in the wrong, admit it. Apologize and don’t do it again! Also, it is not a matter of “If I offended you, I’m sorry,” it is, “I recognize that this may have been harmful behavior and I’m sorry that I did it. I won’t do it again.” It isn’t a matter of never making mistakes, it is how you learn and grow from them!

Here is a good post for this too: here

anonymous asked:

I love your work. It is a joy to read everytime(and honestly i've read them a thousand times). Don't care if j*nerys happens but so not here for the kneeling and boatbang. So sansa secretly loves him but he doesn't see her that way. She hears about boatbang and after the war for the dawn, to keep the north independent she decides to take a page out of olenna's book. As dirty as u wish but please please please don't make the end angsty. Take care. Love you for all the jonsa you gift us with.

I actually didn’t make this too dirty, but there is no angst here, and I also incorporated my last two digital colorings of Sansa just for fun!

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anonymous asked:

hey, i don't wanna seem rude or anything, but these messages about '3 white guys' doesn't make any sense, because in Ukraine 99,999998% are white (Ukrainians, Russians, Belorussian etc), so i literally don't understand why people keep fussing about it. if it's a joke than that's fine and i'm just a stupid peace of a human, don't mind me :D (btw sorry for my english it's awful)

because people of african descent and other people of color do exist in ukraine regardless of their concentration in comparison to white people. in fact, the reality that there are so few black people and poc in the country means that racism against these groups is all the more blatant and pointed. see this and this and this for some background reading. the presenters of eurovision don’t have to be a proportionate representation of the demographic breakdown of ukraine, especially not when the theme is literally “diversity.” they could’ve included a woman. and they could’ve included a person of color because people of color DO exist in eastern europe and statistics like the one that you just gave in your message (as well as common attitudes about the predominance of white people in the region) contribute to their erasure–that seems like something it’d be important to address in an event that is themed around diversity. it would’ve been a moment to raise visibility and communicate that even though the country appears so white, other people do reside there and belong in ukraine just as much as anyone else, regardless of their ethnicity or heritage or the color of their skin. 

anonymous asked:

Is Giles more muscular than Alyn or does my bias towards Giles just make me check him out more/see something that isn't actually there? Or is it a difference in the amount of fat they or something? This bothers me because it looks like he is to me, but that wouldn't make much sense considering both their positions and that I don't think there's any mention of Giles ever working out.

Even though Giles’ arms are in the way, we can get an idea of his body shape: rhomboid

Giles’ shoulders slope slightly, but they are wide, and the dip in his waist is also slight, but we can see that his hips are square.

In contrast, Alyn appears to have an inverted triangle shape, with broad, straight shoulders and narrow, slightly curved hips:

Giles has broader shoulders, Alyn has a narrower waist.

While it isn’t mentioned that Giles hits the training hall regularly, he still has an athletic frame.

It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that he is a mesomorph– one of the three genetically predetermined body types. 

This particular type signifies that an individual, male or female, has a naturally athletic physique, gains and loses weight with equal ease, and has good muscle definition with little effort.

A mesomorph wouldn’t necessarily have to exercise regularly to maintain a decent show of muscle.

Alyn is likely an ectomorph– a male (or female) with a naturally lean frame, for whom it is difficult to maintain both weight and muscle mass gained, without effort, due to fast metabolism and muscle catabolism.

Alyn would have to train regularly to maintain his physique, while Giles could do very little and have the same results.

I may be forgetting, but are we ever told which of the approximately seven types of twins Alyn and Leo are?

Assuming we’re not told, Alyn says this to you:

We don’t know, from this, if he means:

  • We’re fraternal twins
  • Our hair is two different colors. 
  • Our personalities/clothes are very different.
  • We’re not often seen together, so no one thinks we’re even related. 
  • Everyone but you can tell, at a distance, that we’re two different people.
  • We’re half-identical twins (same genes from the same mother, different genes from the same father).
  • We’re identical twins, but through style choices such as one (or both) of us dying our hair, different piercings, different clothing styles, and different personalities and experiences, no one would confuse us.

Whichever type they are, this is what their uncovered buns look like:

Leo, like Giles, does not train regularly, whereas Alyn does.

If Alyn were to stop training, he would likely look like Leo: slender, with very little muscle definition.

Giles’ arms being in the way doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have defined abdominal muscles, though, as like body type (shape) and body structure (endo, ecto, and meso), the shape of one’s abdominal muscles is also predetermined.

Speaking only about how it appears on the surface, even though Leo’s muscles are not particularly defined, we can see that he would have the same showing of horizontal abs, like his twin, if you look above his bellybutton and in his epigastric region.

Due to the way the Crawford’s muscles are shaped, they would each have abs that develop into what is known as a “pack.”

Giles’ torso, on the other hand, appears to have abdominal muscles that show more definition vertically, rather than horizontally. 

Giles is one inch taller than Alyn and Leo (and Byron), so his height doesn’t really make much of a difference, but they are of different body types and have different body structures so, looking at them, I would say that Alyn has a more athletic physique (currently), but Giles has more natural muscle retention, even though he has less definition (currently).

You can see the definition in Giles’ muscular shoulders and triceps, and in the defined extensor muscles of his forearms. We can also see the definition in his chest, and what we can see of his torso, all while not exercising much, or at all, and constantly being sick.

Where Alyn’s body looks the way it does because it’s an important part of his job, Giles’ illness often renders him incapacitated, such that any benefit from exercising as hard as he used to when he was a soldier, would be offset by feeling even worse, leaving him unable to work at full capacity.

I don’t know if the artists had any of this in mind when the characters were conceptualized, but I think it’s a nice little detail that we see former soldiers Giles and Leo looking the way they do, when they’re no longer in service.

It’s also a nice reminder that looks can be deceiving, as we have Nico, a slim active duty knight, who looks like a strong wind could knock him over, yet has both strength and stamina. 

And we also have Leo, a slim knight, of dubious discharge, who is stronger than his twin brother that trains several times a day.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I've got a weird question. I'm a native Spanish speaker, and I don't remember having trouble with this, or even remember my younger siblings having problems with this when they started talking. How do you know when to say "ser" and when to say "estar", I'm asking out of genuine curiosity, because it doesn't even seem to be a problem for us in translations from any language, and I need t know how it's consciously learned.

Well, the native U.S. English speakers (and some UK English speakers) that I know of typically have to keep in mind that ser is more permanent and estar is not.

And really any Romance Language that has only one verb for “to be” (like French) has some problems with ser and estar

And then when you’ve learned it you have to keep it in mind for all the different tenses. So occasionally people will know it in present tense es vs. está but then mess up if it should be fuera / fuese or estuviera / estuviese or something like that.

How we categorize ser vs. estar:

[copied from another ask]

You use ser most often with things that are immutable or things that don’t change easily. The noun el ser itself means “a being”, as in “a physical existing person or creature”.

So when using ser it’s most often with description, occupation, nationality, personality, height, weight, and so on.

More in-depth explanations of the functions of ser include:

1. Description = es alto/a, es rubio/a, es blanco/a, es joven, es un hombre, es una mujer…

2. Occupation / Profession / Title / Role = es doctor(a), es dentista, es abogado/a, es madre, es padre, es profesor(a), es maestro/a…

3. Identity / Race / Species / Color = soy Marco, soy Ana, soy yo, eres tú, son ellos, son ellas, somos nosotros… es una silla [it’s a chair], es una ventana [it’s a window], es un gato [it’s a cat]… es asiática, somos humanos, es muy rojo, son blancos…

4. Material / Made of = es de seda [silk], es de madera [wood], es de plomo [lead], es de vidrio [glass], es de acero [steel]…

5. Nationality = soy estadounidense, ella es francesa, son ingleses, son japonesas…

6. Origin [More or less like Nationality]: es de Alemania, soy de los Estados Unidos, son de China, somos de Perú…

7. Personality, Height, Weight = es simpática, es amable, es receloso [miserly], es desagradable, es idiota, es alto, es baja, es flaca, es gorda, es delgada, es una persona feliz, es una persona… 

8. Telling time = es la una [it’s 1 o’clock], son las dos, ¿Qué hora es?, son las diez y cuarto

9. Possession = es mi [it’s my], es mío [it’s mine], es tu [it’s your], es tuyo[it’s yours]… etc.

10. Passive Voice = la mesa es puesta por ella [the table is set by her], la cama es hecha por él [the bed is made by him]…

The use of estar is predominately with location and temporary things. It’s connected to words like la estación ”season of the year”, estático/a ”static”, estable ”stable”, inestable ”unstable”, el estatus ”status”, el estante ”shelf”, el bienestar ”well being / health”, and so on.

When using estar it’s most often with location, condition, mood/emotion, illness/wellness, alive/dead, and temporary rather than long-term.

1. Location = estamos en la biblioteca [we’re in the library], está debajo de la mesa [it’s under the table], están encima de la cama [they’re on top of the bed], está en frente del hotel [it’s in front of the hotel]

2. Condition = está cansado/a [he/she is tired], está nervioso/a [he/she is nervous], está confuso/a [he/she is confused]

3. Mood, Emotion, Feeling = está triste [he/she is sad], está feliz [he/she is happy], está enojado/a [he/she is angry], está decepcionado/a [he/she is disappointed]

4. Illness and Wellness = está bien [he/she is (feeling) well], está fatal[he/she is (feeling) terrible], está enfermo/a [he/she is sick], está mejor[he/she is (feeling) better]

5. Alive and Dead = estamos vivos [we’re alive], está vivo/a [he/she is alive], estamos muertos [we’re dead], está muerto/a [he/she is dead]

6. The Progressive [-ing form] = está hablando [he/she is speaking], está cantando [he/she is singing], está yendo [he/she is going], está viniendo[he/she is coming], está haciendo [he/she is doing]

What’s a little trickier is when you COULD use either, but they imply different things…

Es verde. = It is green. [lit. “it is green in color”]

Está verde. = It is unripe. [lit. “it is not mature”, “it is still green”]

Es confuso/a. = It is confusing. [“it is not making sense”, “it causes confusion”]

Está confuso/a. = He/She is confused. [This person is in a state of confusion]

Son felices. = They’re happy people. [Personality]

Están felices. = They’re happy. [At this moment; Temporary]

Es genial. = It’s great. [Identification/Description]

Está genial. = It looks great. [Temporary appearance or feeling]

Es espantoso/o. = It’s horrifying. [Identification/Description]

Está espantoso/a. = He/She looks terrible. [Condition or temporary appearance]

Es viejo/a = He/She is an old person. [Identification/Description]

Está viejo/a. = It looks old/beat up. [Condition]

Es fatal. = It’s awful. OR It is deadly. [Identification/Description]

Está fatal. = He/She looks very sick. [Wellness, condition, or temporary appearance]

Es aburrido/a. = It’s boring. [Identification/Description]

Está aburrido/a. = He/She is bored. [Condition]

Son muertos. = They are dead people. [Identification/Description]

Están muertos. = They are dead. [Status]

Son unos enfermos. = They’re some sick people. [Identification/Description]

Están enfermos. = They are sick. [Condition, Wellness]

Es mejor. = It is better. [Identification/Description]

Está mejor. = He/She is (feeling) better. [Wellness]

Es un triste día. = It’s a sad day. [Identification/Description]

Ella está triste. = She is sad. [Mood]

I hope at least some of all that made sense.

Here’s some supplemental stuff that will probably explain it in a much more clear-cut way than I did:

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For us, the hardest part is when everything starts to be interchangeable but depends on context.

So if someone asks me if it should be… es rico/a or está rico/a what they end up meaning is “Which is correct and which is incorrect?”

But the real problem is that ser rico/a and estar rico/a are BOTH TECHNICALLY CORRECT… but that they’re used in different situations. 

Really, what I try to do is get people to link ser to el ser “a being” or los seres queridos “loved ones” / [lit. “liked beings”] and have them starting to link estar with estable “stable” / inestable “unstable” or with la estación “a season (of the year)”

For a native speaker it’s all so obvious that no one bats an eye.

But by the same token, I get plenty of questions from Spanish-speakers who ask me where to put a preposition when it’s things like “to leave off” or “to catch up” or “to give in”…

Where they know where the actual verb goes, but they wonder if it makes a difference where the preposition goes. Because in Spanish there’s a lot more variety with where you put a lo / la or a se or le/les etc.

What’s the worst is trying to explain how “to catch” and “to catch up” and “to catch up with” are all different expressions.

I think it’s just a question of repetition and having it pounded into your brain as a native speaker which one is right that you don’t even question it. 

why stiles and derek are back as sterek

I said I wouldn’t get involved anymore and just enjoy the ride for what it is but alas I’m bored and sterek still haunts me at night 6 years later. 

I think most of us came back from our respective garbage cans when we saw Stiles and Derek grace our screens again and together nonetheless. We’re back at it again, but I know we’re also cautious and calling it for what it is. At the end of the day though, let’s agree that we’re all here because we love sterek, no strings attached to teen wolf. So let’s go from there. 

As the hype kinda died (until it airs that is), all that is left is to replay those 4 seconds of sterek until the skin of my forefinger is scraped away. And now, what I’m struggling with is quite simply sterek

It would be foolish to hope for endgame, I know, but at the same time, there are things that don’t make sense. Color me surprised, we’re dealing with teen wolf.

First thought is that it’s a big ass effort to bring back both Dylan and Hoechlin. It is. It’s not just a call all like “so how are you feeling about making an appearance on trash wolf”, “hell yeah sign me up”. No. It’s planning and contracts and like 6 people making a decision and Dylan and Hoechlin with their busy careers. It’s an effort okay. Big one. So why would they do it?

Level-headed objective answer is: Stiles and Derek are fan favorites. Nay, they’re the two most loved characters. Of course they would bring them back for the last season. It’s for the fans. Any show would do that for the fans.

But now satan intervenes and it’s like let’s be honest this is teen wolf and jeff davis. How much would they actually do for the fans? They never gave a shit, why would they now, at the very end? Even if it’s for profit. 

Which brings me to my second train of thought. Queerbaiting is basically profit. But are they really making profit from sterek? Not really. The season is already filmed, ratings don’t really count anymore, and hell, they have a reboot on the way. MTV doesn’t give a shit. Sterek/Stiles & Derek are not being brought back for profits. Period. It’s a fact. Accept it.

Now publicity and hype are another thing. Imagine, in an AU, sterek is canon.This show will be remembered as a representation pillar for the unforeseeable future. Jeff Davis would be finally remembered as something positive. Point here is that it’s a good thing and no one can deny it - no freaking media outlet, network, or producer. Not to mention that this is the last season. There would be no pressure of validating or continuing this godforbidden gay ship.  

So taking into consideration the effort of bringing hobrien back, along with this being the last season, and the positive promotion that stiles and derek would entitle, I do have a bit of a “hope” encouraged by the trailer. Hear me out. 

From that supposedly 2 year future flash we get that Stiles is in the FBI and he’s in the DC. But then we get Stiles carrying Derek in the same flash forward. More than, from the people in the background, we can gather that Stiles and his team are there as well so clearly some shit is going on. So if shit is still going on in the future I can draw two conclusions: 1. It’s not serious. Like who would kick start another plot during a series finale. So it must have a higher reason. 2. Derek is on Stiles’ end. Which also means that they kept in contact, which is not that groundbreaking, but showing that after two years and when Stiles is on duty should count for something. I’m not saying it should count for canon sterek, but still. 

Point here is that I want you to grasp the importance of showing Derek and Stiles together after a 2 year gap. Stiles is still the one supporting Derek. Like, how is that still a thing. It’s not about canon at this point. I don’t need an endgame. This is it. Stiles will always be there for Derek and that’s canon. Even after all this time. Thing about it is that it’s predictable and reasonable. Of course, them being friends/family entitles that they are there for each other.

But as in many cases before, showing it makes all the difference

It’s not Stiles supporting Scott, it’s not Stiles supporting Lydia, it’s not Stiles supporting his father. It’s Stiles supporting Derek.

Film choices.

And I’m sure there’s even more to it than we know right now. 

So this is what makes me be all torn up about it. I’m not looking into it as a big proof of anything and I should just enjoy sterek on my screen, but honestly? Even though it’s not suspicious that Stiles and Derek are brought back, it is curious how they’re brought back together.

Am I hoping for sterek endgame? No. But I am looking for some kind of closure. 

Succumb

Arc-V AU where ¾ bracelet girls said ‘fuck it’ and joined Zarc because after all the shit they’ve been through I would have quit

Idk where this came from but the idea of the girls using the dragons is really appealing to me and like for some reason I really like ‘protags give up and fall into darkness’  trope lol.

Also I incorporated the “Yuu boys are actually their dragons” theory cause I love it.


Yuzu runs as fast as her tired legs will let her. The once beautiful ocean-sided town in the Fusion dimension is now in shambles and not a single soul besides Yuzu can be found. With the town deserted the only sounds that can be heard are Yuzu’s harsh breathing, her steps against the ruined ground, and the three metal bracelets hooked onto her belt loop that cling every time she takes a step.

She’s so tired. The remaining Lancers are nowhere to be found and each day Zarc’s reign expands further and further throughout the dimension.

Maybe I should just stop fighting. Just like….

Yuzu shakes her head.

No I can’t. I have to save them. All of them.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Georgie had a bad day so Pennywise starts bringing in the random toys he's collected over the years to try and cheer him up

(*Sniffles* Okay. Thank you for the prompt! I think I made it too cute though.)


A child as young as Georgie Denbrough wasn’t worried about crying for no reason. Unless his father told him to stop crying sternly, or Billy made that puckered face that was his best way of communicating distaste for a whining little brother. 

So he didn’t browbeat himself when all at once, the fear that he would never get back to the surface and the exhaustion of maintaining corporeal form (whatever that was) and the little moments of pain from the bridge between mind and reality appeared and he cried. Georgie couldn’t put it into words the moment it happened, but the startled jingling of bells and those concerned green-blue eyes glowing at him from the dark let Georgie know that it was sudden and daunting. 

“I wa-want to go home.” Georgie cried, curling in on himself until he made himself into a little ball, made smaller in the dark of the underground that Pennywise couldn’t hope to erase no matter how hard he tried. 

Pennywise took to wringing his hands nervously, completely attune to the child’s misery. The tangible weight of it made the clown’s appearance wilt and discolor. It didn’t smell or taste or feel nice, not at all. 

“Oh, oh.” Gloved hands fidgeted as Pennywise broke away from his perch on the opposite side of the boy and looked for something to distract him. “Do you want this? You can have it, Georgie. Here. I don’t mind!” 

The clown placed a rocking horse in front of the slowly caving child, but got no real response. The crying and the sad, wounded animal-like noises were hurting Pennywise too, and didn’t sound as though they would taper off any time soon.

“We can share.” He said, trying a hula hoop next. He placed dozens of things at the boy’s feet like a loyal pet, things that were large like an oversized stuffed rabbit or small like play-money, pretend coins. It didn’t matter whether it was shiny or still soft and fluffy, or if the colorful xylophone that Pennywise had just discovered yesterday made pretty sounds when you struck it. 

He wadded through the water, downtrodden and unable to think as the soles of his shoes squeaked and chimed while he walked.    

Georgie did manage to laugh at the squeaking, a little - a hiccupy, watery giggle that bubbled from his mouth then transformed into another sobbing fit. 

“A-” Pennywise nodded, resorting. “A balloon?” 

He thought he saw Georgie nod, and if it would get Georgie to stop crying then Pennywise would do it. Making a pretty balloon appear out of nowhere wasn’t too strenuous anyway, when it made Georgie beam so brightly and look at him with such awe.

Pennywise smiled while he splayed his enormous hand out in front of the boy to keep his attention, like a good magician would. 

“How about we try and make it like an animal, this time?” The clown asked. “I’ve been practicing!”

Think it and it’d be real, that’s all Pennywise had to do as he got ready, imagination already forming, before he was stopped short. 

Gloved fingers stopped midway through the air as Pennywise froze, uncomfortable in the sense that no one had touched him directly and with care or need before. His existence was older than time itself, and yet he’d never experienced this before now. 

The little boy wasn’t phased by his friend’s standoffishness as he brought the clown’s hand closer, tugged him forward until Georgie could wrap both his frail and thin arms around Pennywise’s limb and embrace it. The whimpering was getting softer, as Georgie coddled the hand like it was one of his stuffed animals or as if he were hugging Bill before running after the boat they’d made together. 

Tears rolled down his round face and splashed on the damp, cold ground. It took the clown a while, but Pennywise eventually crouched down and swept Georgie in for a hug, grateful that the human child was patient enough to show him how it was done. 

And the trove of toys were forgotten, discarded in the loose, grey water.