grayvoiice  asked:

Hey! your South Park art is keeping me alive, so thank you loads! (especially Craig omg).

I got like 2 fanarts left in me and then im done with south park 😭😭 it was a good run! thank you for enjoying my south park art 💙💙

Little things about BTS

- jungkook and rapmon doing a very gaY tROYE SIvAN SONG
- jimin constantly asking jungkook for kisses
- how bts actually makes real ass music about real ass things unlike most other idols
- how bts is so fucking different from other idols in general and started at the very very bottom and now they’re on top yas bitch YAS
- kookie was scouted by 7 different agencies but chose bighit because he heard namjoon rap ;-;
- how namjoonie made a dope ass song about change and progressive POLITICS instead of a typical song
- Jin is the mom and rap monie is the dad even tho he’s not oldest but is a great leader
- the namjin kiss 🙊
- kookie being the youngest but not acting like the maknae and Jin being the oldest but most immature
- how monie has said many times he supports LGBT
- how unorthodox and liberal BTS is and how they might just be the first group to really change the homophobia of South Korea plEASE
- they produce their own music and keep ART ALIVE AND ARENT JUST A GROUP OF PRETTY BOYS
- kookie is so tsundere omg
- jimin’s godly thighs
- how tae is so comfortable with things like acne and imperfections on his body god he’s so pure
- sharing food
- how jimin always puts his feet in first position when he dances
- jungkooks English and how he mAKES ENGLISH COVERS AH
- how sope make each other SO FLUSTERED AHH
- sugas JHOOOOOOOOOPE like yes queen yaaaas
- jimin’s fucking praise kink
- suga’s tongue technology and “whether it’s a guy or girl my tongue will make you cum 😏
- how kinky tae is
- bts doing human things like playing overwatch and watching anime and being immature
- Jin’s window laugh and his love for food - sope having the fucking gay ass 👨‍❤️‍👨 emoji in their vlive title?????
- bts genuinely loves each other so much and they’re so humble

An Open Letter to the Hetalia Fandom

We are not the people we were before, we changed, and we can continue to change. Sure this fandom has done many horrible things in its early years and honestly I wasn’t even in the fandom at that point in time, and the point is some actions were plain wrong, we know, but it’s honestly disheartening.

Please, please, I’m calling out to the true fans who cares about this fandom I learned to call my family, let’s prove that we can do good, prove them wrong for the things they still think about us. I’ve met more real people than I could ever meet in the real world. Please, I’m begging you, don’t let this fandom die, don’t let them degrade us, prove that we are good people with good intentions, that we can be real mature people who can contribute to society. Make them see what I see, a fandom that welcomes all people no matter what age or race.

Please share the word.

((I am tagging people who made me see that hetalia isn’t as bad as people say, please help me get the word around.

@hetafacts for getting the truth around the fandom and keeping it alive.

@urufu-arts for being brave enough to stand up and make a fundraiser for the victims of the Hurricane Harvey.

@ask-demon-denmark for being a good friend, and to everybody else.

  @annotated-hetalia for helping us connect with the world with real world facts from the hetalia comic strip and series

. @hetascanlations for translating Himaruya’s webcomic and sharing it to the world.

 @k-y-t-s-k-o for being an inspiration to me and many more artists out there.

  @ellawritesficssometimes for reliving and proving that our fanfiction can be great no matter what context.

 @ciakirkland for introducing me to this beautiful world. You will always be in my heart. 

And to the ask-blogs, artists, writers, archives, translators and everyone who supports and loves this fandom. Thank you for giving everyone something to love and protect, thank you so much

When I was younger, my mind was always inexplicably dark and melancholic because I couldn’t stand myself. I craved visual beauty, and looking at beautiful art was a way of healing myself. Design, architecture, art, etc - all of these beautiful things lit up my eyes, mind and soul. This has always been true: art heals me, revives me and keeps me alive. Art gives me a motivation to persevere.
—  「최승현」Choi Seunghyun, TTTOP x Sothebys 2016
Eyes on You

Request: Omg can you please do 20 with Mingyu?🙏🏽 btw your writing is amazing❤️

20) Your bias takes care of you as a trainee

Prompt list can be found HERE

Member: Seventeen’s Mingyu x Y/N

Type: fluff

You stifled a yawn as you continued to stare at the computer screen before you. Clicking halfheartedly at the mouse, you shot a side eye to the piano in the corner. Grumbling to yourself, you began to scoot your office chair in it’s direction, and placed your hands on the weathered keys. Maybe if you didn’t look at the song you were attempting to compose, it would give you enough inspiration to actually compose it. 

You flipped on the keyboard and began to plunk lazily at the ivories. You chewed on your lip, unsure of what time it was or if it was even worth going to sleep at this point. In general, when you sequestered yourself in a practice room, you felt forgotten anyhow, so the other trainees surely weren’t missing you. They were probably all trying to catch a few hours of sleep themselves. 

The feeling of restlessness surged across your skin and made you anxious. You didn’t want to leave the safety of your studio, but you also didn’t want to sit and stare at your work any longer. There was a tight feeling in your chest, something similar to hopelessness as you gazed at the items surrounding you. Maybe this wasn’t exactly what you had imagined when you decided to become an idol. 

Pledis wasn’t the most natural choice for you when you began your journey into music. You originally had set your sights on one of the big three, but after being turned away enough times, you would join anywhere that would have you. The company wasn’t necessarily known for their stunning treatment of trainees, but you hadn’t quite anticipated the hard road they would send you venturing down. 

Sometimes you wondered if it was even worth it. 

Your stomach gurgled with hopes of food in the future, but all you could do was sigh. You had eaten convenience store ramen so many times in the past few days that it had begun to taste like cardboard. You weren’t really sure if it was giving you enough energy to practice anyhow. 

You jumped as you heard a loud thud behind you, disturbing you from your thoughts, and causing you to swivel and nearly fall from your chair. 

“Ah, sorry,” a tall boy hummed, his body halfway into your studio space. “I…uh…thought this room was empty. I’m-”

“Mingyu,” you croaked, clutching your chest. “I think you’ve introduced yourself to me about thirty times since I’ve signed my contract.” 

“Have I?” he chuckled nervously. He attempted to lean suavely against the doorframe, but instead missed and nearly fell over. “Funny, I remember meeting you, but can’t remember if I had actually introduced myself.” 

“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “You have. You stepped on my foot the first time. During the third or fourth you almost head-butted me when you bowed. Then there was the time you almost spilled my ramen all of your crot-”

“Yeah, I can’t seem to remember any of those,” MIngyu said quickly, his face turning a bright red. “Actually, are you sure that was me? Sounds much more like Vernon or maybe uh…”

“Nope, fairly certain it was you,” you smirked. You couldn’t lie, the small crush Mingyu seemed to harbor toward you was adorable. You hadn’t really thought much on it as you were busy trying to sort out your other priorities, but it was definitely nice to have the attention of an attractive man. 

“I guess you can’t forget this handsome face, huh?” he winked, sliding his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“Or maybe it was the possible assault,” you laughed. 

“Assault is a heavy word,” he gasped. “Perhaps…uh…friendly mistakes?” 

“Friendly mistakes that could have ended in a broken nose or third degree burns,” you grinned. “But really that’s just aesthetics anyhow.” 

“Aesthetics,” Mingyu sighed. “Isn’t that how we make our money though? The moneymakers.” He pointed up to his face and grinned. 

“Maybe that’s how you make your money, but I’m banking on what little talent I have,” you grumbled, turning back around in your chair so you wouldn’t have to face him. You knew he was joking, but the thought still made you sad. You had wondered if your “look” was the reason why you hadn’t gotten into some companies and were placed in others. You hated how visually focused the entertainment industry could be. You just wanted to make music. 

“Little talent?” Mingyu coughed. You heard him shuffle into the small room and close the door behind him. You glanced over your shoulder to see he was now leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “What do you mean ‘with what little talent you have?’ I know you’re dancing in front of a mirror, so you have to see how good you are there. And you listen to playbacks of your performances, so you have to hear that too. And I mean…you’ve seen your face everyday for like however many years now, so you know you’re beauti-”

“You have to say that,” you muttered, turning around again. “You’re my sunbae. You have to give a speech about how we have to continue to keep the art alive, and how I should embrace my own strengths and talents, and-”

“As you’re sunbae, yes, I should probably tell you all of those things,” he sighed. “But will I? Probably not. I suck at inspirational stuff. So if that’s what you’re looking for, I can probably grab Joshua or something?” 

“While Jisoo being Jisoo is always appreciated,” you hummed. “It’s kind of nice to not have a conversation about how I’ll find myself as an artist.” 

“Why do you have to find yourself?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “Are you lost?” 

“Well, that’s a loaded question,” you mumbled. 

“I was talking about more in the physical sense, but I’m guessing you aren’t,” Mingyu chuckled. “Why are you lost?” 

“You don’t have to take pity on me,” you groaned, trying to ease your way out of the conversation. “It’s really nice that you’re sitting in here and talking to me, but I knew you were on your way to compose or practice or whatever. You don’t have to listen to me being an ungrateful trainee.” 

“I don’t have to do anything,” MIngyu smiled. “And it’s three in the morning. I had a purpose when I came down here, and practicing wasn’t one of them.” 

“Then what was it?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“I’ll tell you,” he nodded. “If you tell me why you’re feeling lost. Deal?” 

You rolled your eyes and tried to keep a groan from escaping your mouth. The old, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first, trick. You leaned forward and began to clear your coat and a few notebooks from the small piano bench sitting before the keyboard. 

“At least sit down if you’re going to pretend to be my therapist.” 

“Aigoo,” Mingyu whined. He crossed the room in a few short steps and plopped onto the bench. “You’re the worst.” 

“Great comment for my self esteem, sunbae,” you chuckled. “You should probably work on your pep talks.” 

“Hey, I told you I could bring Jisoo in,” he grinned. “Maybe Jeonghan if you want some backhanded compliments.” 

“I’m thoroughly convinced both aforementioned parties would skin you alive if you pulled them out of bed a three am,” you nodded. “Which brings us back around to the question at hand. Why are down here so late?” 

“Why do you feel lost?” he countered. 

“I’m sure,” you hummed. “When you were a trainee. You wondered if this whole thing was meant for you…didn’t you?” 

“I think everyone does,” Mingyu agreed. “But it’s not the experience of a trainee that stops us. Rather, the determination to be a musician moves us forward. One outweighs the other.” 

“I’m just…going through that struggle,” you grumbled. 

“Well have you been eating well?” he asked, instantly furrowing his brows. “A clear mind and a full stomach can make a difference.” 

“Food can be scarce at times,” you said quietly. “We all make due.” 

“I’m not hear to help you ‘make due,’“ Mingyu croaked. “You called me your sunbae multiple times. Let me treat you as one. Let me take you out for food.” 

“That’s not necessary,” you instantly countered, shaking your head. You sat in silence for a moment, just as perfect timing struck and sent your stomach growling. You winced at the noise and looked up at Mingyu through squinted eyes.

“Right,” he grumbled. “Not necessary. It doesn’t have to be now, but I want to take you out more. Let me help you with your choreographies, with your lyric writing. Let me take care of you.” 

“Is that why you’re down here?” you whispered. “To keep an eye on me?”

You felt soft for a moment, allowing the sentiment in Mingyu’s actions to touch your heart. But without skipping a beat, you felt your stomach begin to tie itself in knots. You weren’t sure if it was the hunger or the slight annoyance causing the feeling, but you were irked at the thought. You didn’t need anyone to keep an eye on you. You didn’t need anyone to take care of you. You had gotten this far on your own. 

“Keep an eye on you?” he croaked. “You have enough eyes on you. I have actually been watching you though.” 

“Mingyu,” you whispered, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Isn’t keeping an eye on me…the same thing as watching me?” 

“Nope,” he smiled. “Keeping an eye on you insinuates I’m having to babysit you. Watching you means…well besides it sounding pretty creepy, watching you means I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you. I haven’t been able to keep my mind off you, really.” 

“Oh…oh,” you whispered. Taken off guard, this was the last thing you expected him to admit. You thought you would continue on in shy exchanges for at least a few more months to come before he would say something like this. “Is…is that right?”

“I don’t like hearing that you feel lost,” Mingyu sighed. “I want you to feel like you belong…right here.” 

He leaned forward and placed his hand lightly on top of yours, gliding his thumb gently across your knuckles. The small gesture made your stomach nearly drop to your toes. 

Just as quickly as he had offered his touch, he had taken it away and grinned. “Now will you let me help you? Practice at least? And maybe the occasional dinner?” 

“Well…” you hummed, tapping your chin. “I guess if you have to…” 

“I have to,” he nodded. “And I will. I promise.” 

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anonymous asked:

I find you as a very important part of Obitine fandom (your art keeps this ship alive!!) and I'm thankful for that. Also i have a question: how do you imagine Obi-Wan after Satine's death? I think he could live with this, he is a Jedi after all. But i believe he had one huge break down when he cried so much he couldn't breathe (and maybe drunk some alcohol??? idk man) and Anakin did comfort him. These are my thoughts I wanna hear yours! And sorry for this ask being so long, hope you don't mind!

Aw, sweet anon, you make me blush, but everybody in the fandom is important! I’m glad you like the art, but your liking it is keeping the ship shipping along too, otherwise I‘d just be tossing sketches into the abyss of the internet.  <3<3<3  And there are lots of lovely artists in this corner of fandom, most of whom have been here longer than me.

Your (sad) question:

I’m not sure I think that Obi-Wan has much time to grieve for a while after Satine’s death? It’s unclear what the timeline is between The Lawless and Sabotage, but it seems close to me.

In general, I think after Satine’s death might be when Obi-Wan’s friendship with Padmé grows (they seem closer in RotS than they were during Clone Wars), since she was friends with Satine as well. I’m not sure he’d ever say much about it, just quietly enjoy Padmé’s company, knowing that she’s thinking of Satine and missing her too.

Anyway, I wrote you a little scene set during the Sabotage/The Wrong Jedi arc, but it’s pretty depressing.

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APH Asia Week Post: Kathak

I’ll be honest, I’ve been looking forward to writing this ever since I found out the themes because I myself am an Indian classical dancer. I hope this counts as a valid creation for Hub Asia Week! In this this piece, I’ll introduce the form of Indian classical dance which I do: Kathak. It is one of the eight major forms of Indian Classical dance and is found in North India. 

The History of Kathak 

The origin of Kathak can be found in the name itself. Kathak derives from the word katha, or story. The very first Kathak dancers were storytellers known as kathakars, who traveled throughout North India. Its earliest mention in literature, in the Natya Shastra, dated to 200 BCE. It developed largely within the Hindu temples. During this time period, Kathak was mostly spiritual and dance was considered a way to worship the gods. This changed when the Mughals, who were Muslim, took over much of India and welcomed the dance as entertainment. In order to please their new masters, dancers added an almost erotic side to their dance while trying to keep the Hindu myths alive. They also made use of the technical aspects of dance such as spins and footwork. The costumes changed as well, with a significant Persian and central Asian influence. During the British Raj, Kathak dancers were often ridiculed. It was wrongly thought of as a base for prostitution. Most Hindu families continued to keep the art alive despite backlash. They also began to train boys more than girls due to the ridicule faced by female dancers. After independence, a movement to reclaim the Indian culture saw a revival of Kathak. The dance continues to grow and develop through both Hindu and Muslim gharanas (styles). Today Kathak is taught all over the world, and both boys and girls are taught. 


The three main gharanas of Kathak are Jaipur, Benares, and Lucknow. The Jaipur style favors strong, intricate rhythms and footwork, while the Lucknow style is more expressive and focuses on telling a story. The Benares style, which is supposed to be the oldest style, focuses on the spiritual side of dance. 

Aspects of Kathak: Vandana

The three main aspects of Kathak are all represented in a traditional performance. Every performance begins with a vandana, or invocation. The purpose of this part is to offer respect towards the dancer’s guru and the musicians. In Hindu performances, we often dance on prayers and invoke a particular god using hand movements and facian expressions. In Muslim performances, the dancer replaces the invocation with a salami, or salutation. 

Aspects of Kathak: Nritta

Nritta is the pure dance, the technical performance. Emphasis is placed on the beauty of the motions, speed, and form. We begin at the slowest speed with a thath, moving only wrists, the neck, and eyebrows. Then we move faster and faster, dancing technical pieces which stress footwork, spins, and hand movements. This section is not danced on a song or prayer, but on a cycle of rhythms called taal. Each piece is perfectly timed to stay on beat and ends on the first beat of the cycle. The beginning speed is the slowest and hardest to master (vilambit), the middle speed is the basic speed beginners learn on (madhya), and the fastest speed is the most energetic (dhruth). It is during the Dhruth Laya that the ghungroos, or bells which adorn the ankles, really amplify the energy of the piece. 

Aspects of Kathak: Nritya

Nritya is the slower and expressive part of Kathak. Here is where the origins of the word lie. We tell stories through the movements of our hands and feet and our facial expressions. This section is very free and improvisation is encouraged. The dance expands to include the song which is being danced upon and the dancer aims to impact the audience directly through the dance. Sometimes the dancer will show the gait of a character, which is called gat. Other times, they will dance on a song and act out the story being sung, called abhinaya. There are four factors which directly affect abhinaya, which are vachik (the song, recitation, and rhythm), agnik (the movements of the dancer),  aharya (the costume, jewelery, and makeup), and satvik (the dancer’s ability to emotionally connect with the audience). 

Comparable Dance Forms 

One dance form comparable to Kathak in its influence and scope is Bharatnatyam, the most famous dance of south India. This dance form, while less fluid, has a distinctive extroverted type of expression compared to Kathak’s more subtle ways. Many people confuse Kathak with Kathakali. Kathakali is from the southern state of Kerala and while the names may seem similar, the dance technique could not be more different. However, both forms utilize expression and song in order to tell ancient stories through dance. As for foreign dances, I believe that Flamenco from Spain and Kathak are quite similar when it comes to rhythm and visuals. 

If you would like to watch a little bit of Kathak, ignore anything that has to do with Bollywood movies and look for stage performances done by professional dancers. This may sound strange, but the older the dancer, the better. I recommend watching a piece by Pandit Birju Maharaj, a famous dancer from the Lucknow gharana and my teacher’s teacher. 

Thanks for reading! Feel free to add relevant information, ask questions, and suggest future posts. 


Sketchy Behaviors | Jenny Sharaf (SF)

Never afraid to reinvent herself or her art, San Francisco based artist Jenny Sharaf’s works are fluid and spontaneous; her approach fearless and at times vunerable; and her style cool and comfortably bad-ass.  We’ve not only been fans of her visual and abstract creations, but also her passion to work with her community in SF and Oakland to spread art and creativity – from her work with the Lab’s 24-Hour Telethon, The Parking Lot Art Fair to her most recent project- the Public Art Tour.  Sharaf shares some insight into her work and process; important issues and themes; and her thoughts on the contemporary arts scene in this installment of Sketchy Behaviors.  

Photographs courtesy of the artist

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anonymous asked:

I wanted to thank you on behalf of every osokara shippers because your art keeps our ship alive! Have a nice day~

ahh thank you so much for the kind words /// 

osokara needs more love~~~~~~~ >w<!!!

I hope you have a good day too anon!!