Monday is one day


@natvanlis: Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell the twelve-year-old girl that got shoved into lockers what her life is like now.


Sunday Jan 15: Family- Draw an alternate Strider hanging out with one of their siblings, or just try to draw the whole Strider clan in one picture!
Monday Jan 16: Brorails- A day just for Davepetasprite^2 and ARquiusprite
Tuesday Jan 17: Ships- Draw your favorite ship involving an alternate Strider
Wednesday Jan 18: Animals- Draw some Strider fursonas! Or you could just draw your Davesprite cawing at some crows or Brobot petting a horse.
Thursday Jan 19: Robots- A day focusing on the metal branch of the Strifamily.
Friday Jan 20: Honorary Striders- Draw your favorite non-Strider with a pair of cool shades 😎
Saturday Jan 21: Free Day- Draw whatever you want!

Rules under the cut!

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the first time i drew my actual daughter gylwen lavellan 2 years ago (holy crap), I said stuff about elves and backlight going hand in hand. I have realized that this is still very true

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.


yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)


Joxer asking the right questions


Sketches I did with @itsunknownanon and @nsfwreynart that I’ll never finish.

I added captions for some of the pics!

I’m pretty tuckered out from black Friday, unfortunately it doesn’t really end until Monday, so my weekend is very exhausting. I may have one more day of filler sketches until I can get back into the swing of things.

Thanks for understanding.


STARISH Confrontation

↳ Then and Now

A little canon OTRA Lilo, rated M, for @umthatsliam coz you’re pretty.  😘

“C’mon, try.”

“I don’t want to.”

“C’mon… For me?”

Louis huffs. Using his puppy eyes on him… Liam’s playing dirty. “I feel stupid,” he says, because he does. The arena looks ghostly and foreboding in the starlit night, and the stage is intimidating in a way it never is when the five… four of them are on it. “There isn’t any music.”

“M’afraid blasting Girl Almighty might attract attention, Tommo,” Liam says with a chuckle, right into Louis’s ear. Louis shivers. Liam is standing altogether too close for comfort, less than an inch of space between Louis’s back and Liam’s front, Liam’s broad hands firmly placed on Louis’s hips in an attempt at guiding him.

“C’mon, just try,” Liam says again, before launching into Act My Age, voice low and deep, gently pushing Louis’s hips this way and that.

“I’m not sure a shimmy is the best choreography for this song,” Louis quips, feeling his cheeks flush and hoping Liam might mistake it for deep embarrassment, which isn’t completely off the mark, either.

“First you shimmy, then you jump,” Liam says, getting back into the song.

Louis knows there’s no point arguing, so he tries to move his hips, feeling like a fool the entire time. He didn’t use to care about his stage presence. But ever since Z- ever since it’s only the four of them up there, he’s been feeling put on the spot. Harry is all over the place like a discombobulated giraffe, Niall’s got his guitar, and Liam… Louis can never look at Liam too much when he’s on stage or he starts forgetting the words to the songs. And then there’s him, standing in place like a flower pot.

He didn’t use to care, but… things are different now.

Which is why when Liam offers to coach Louis a little on “getting his groove on”, Louis readily accepts. The fact that this will score him some very alone time with Liam is honestly just a bonus.

At first.

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1D Hiatus: Day 342

* Niall posts three pictures on Instagram

* Niall changes his Instagram icon

* Niall posts 8 videos and a selfie on Snapchat

* Niall appears on Rickie Fowler’s Snapchat story

It’s Nov 19th, 2016.

A button

Silver’s buttons are brass. They have been carefully chosen, down to their engravings – Silver has always cared about the way he appears, but now that his name is feared everywhere, they have to send a message just like everything else that he wears. They speak of attention to detail, are obvious without being too flashy; they show they belong to someone who knows who he is and what place he can take in the heart of men.

Ironically, it has been Flint who had given them to him. Flint, who has looked at him and the heavy blue coat he was wearing and taken him to the house that had once belonged to a woman named Miranda Barlow. There was a little wooden box there, unadorned and now covered in dust that held all sorts of buttons; with a nod, Flint had gestured at it and then at his coat.

Silver has always wondered who they belonged to first and how they ended up in his place, but the buttons that he has chosen suit his coat well. They leave right after; it is clear that Flint does not want to linger and Silver does not think he has the power to make the ghosts choking the man disappear. Not here, not where they are so strong that their cold touch makes him shudder.

Talking to Flint has always been easier when nothing of his past was between them, no physical reminders of everything that has passed. It is in such moments that Silver begins to feel a kinship with the man. Now Flint sits on a chest in his cabin next to him, his fingers deftly sewing the buttons to Silver’s coat. Not long ago, the silence would have made Silver uncomfortable, but now he is almost used to it, like an old blanket you shrug on when it’s cold and you need the comfort of warmth.

“There,” Flint says and hands the coat to him. Silver takes it and shakes his head at how neat the needlework is. Their fingers touch and for a second they remain in their position; then Flint stands up and stalks over to the door leading back on deck.

“Thanks,” Silver calls after him and Flint just nods, not saying a word.

Madi’s fingers run over the buttons later and there is a smile in her eyes when Silver tells him who has sewn them on.

“A man of many talents, Captain Flint,” she says, but does not elaborate more. But the smile stays on her face whenever she looks at him.


They might have been brass once, they might have been silver; the buttons on Flint’s coat are so tarnished by time and saltwater now that it is hard to tell. He has given up polishing them long ago; once he used to take pride in his uniform, the shining fruits of the struggle to get where he was. Now his clothes have ceased to matter beyond their necessity; he does not feel pride when he thinks about who he is now.

His coat is as black as the buttons on it and when one comes loose he considers for a moment not to put it back on at all; but it irks him, this slight misshapenness, and he frowns when he sits down in his cabin to sew it back on. Many of the pirates know how to repair their own clothes; there is no one else here who would do it for them. He was faintly surprised to find out that Silver did not seem to know how. But then, Silver is a man of many surprises, something wholly unexpected that has grown from the lousy rat he once was.

He can feel it whenever they stand side by side, whenever their arms brush and their skins touch; it has been a remarkable journey that has been privy to.

Madi laughs when she sees that his button has been righted.

“First his buttons, now yours?” she asks, her eyes shining with delight. Flint shrugs; he still isn’t sure just how they are standing to each other, but he does know that she is as formidable an actor in this game in her own right as Silver is.

“Why, is that a problem?” Flint replies testily. He is not about to be ridiculed for doing something that everyone should know how to.

“No. You two just…” Madi shrugs and for a moment sadness crosses her face before the smile returns again. “…remind me of my father and mother.”

Flint glares at her back when she walks away, but he cannot help but finger the buttons on his coat. Father and mother, he thinks. He wonders what Miranda and Thomas would say, could they see him now.


Madi’s buttons are fine, almost invisible as they hold her clothes together. They have been carved by one of her father’s friends, as a gift for her when she was young; she has kept them ever since and they have changed clothes multiple times.

She curses when one of them springs off as she gets dressed, rolling across the floor and coming to a stop at Silver’s foot. He bends down to pick it up and give it back to her with a little smile and she rolls it in her palm before putting it in her pocket.

“Maybe you should ask Flint to sew it back on for you,” Silver suggest with a little glimmer in his eye.

“Maybe I will,” Madi shoots back. She doesn’t want to tell Silver that she’s never really had the patience for small needlework; her mother is good at it and she can do what she has to, but she takes little delight in it. And thus it is no wonder that they find themselves in Flint’s cabin not much later, his fingers patiently working the thread through the tiny button and the fine cloth beneath.

The two men in front of her are both conundrums, although each of a slightly different sort; the bond between them is of a kind she has seen before, in whispered words in the night and the fearful taste of what might be lost. Still, she does love one of them and respects the other more and more each day and little will ever change that; the three of them will be the ones to steer the fate of this part of the world, of that much she is certain.

If only that fate would go beyond blood stains in the sand and into a future that holds happiness for all of them.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day is Monday, January 16 2017.

He is one of the many Black historical figures who have been subject to sanitization, in order to make them “safe” enough to be taught in school and celebrated by White people. His legacy has been oversimplified, and that version is often used to silence Black people involved with activism.

While people are celebrating MLK Jr’s nonviolence and quoting the phrase “I have a dream,” the hashtag  #DesanitizeTheirLegacy will be a space celebrating and educating people about who MLK jr really was. 

On January 16th 2017, I would like people to use this hashtag for MLK jr, but afterwards, any historical figure who is a person of color can be posted about. Whether it be on their birthday, their national holiday, or if you find something interesting. 

If their image/legacy has been sanitized this will be the place to correct it. 


ok look i realize its super late, but i had my wisdom teeth out and was not up for drawing for a few days 

BUT now ive got an official comic updating schedule :D. i’m gonna update it at least every other monday, i might update it sooner but im gonna stick with monday being the update day. 

this is just napstablook’s fight part one btw, there is more i promise


previous: X

start: X

OH! also, Napstablook is now available for asks ^^ remember to read the ask rules and stuff 


So I realize this is quite late but it has been an insane day. Here is my #MondayMotivation from the women who have inspired me in my life! 

(Instead of putting what these women have done in their lives, I am going to put the things that they taught me and the way that they inspire me!)

Katharine Hepburn - She taught me what love is. While her relationship with Spencer Tracy was one of much controversy, due to the fact that he was married… his wife and him had been living separate for several years, but she never cared what people thought of her. It was often said that she doted on him hand and foot and whenever her friends would ask why she did that, it wasn’t very “feminist” of her, she would simply answer because it made her most happy to see him happy. She taught me that I should never be ashamed of the way I love someone, even if there are many people who are telling you different!

Gillian Anderson - Obviously you all know everything there already is to know about Gillian, but a few things that she taught me is to love myself. I am not very good at it most of the time, and I definitely need to work on it but she helps me with reminding myself that I am worthy. She inspires me to follow my dreams no matter how big they are and to never give up on them. She inspires me to be kind even when that’s the last thing I want to do. That kindness and light will get me the farthest in anything I do! She also taught me to always be open to things and to be there for anyone who is in need. 

Lucille Ball - “The Technicolor Tessie” the star of I Love Lucy, this woman taught me to go on no matter what happens. As a young girl, Lucille had a pretty crazy family. Her grandfather made her register as a Communist and of course she her career really took of when the McCarthy hearings were going on. Well, as a registered Communist, she raised some red flags and was accused right before she had to go on for a live showing of I Love Lucy, while she was afraid of what was going to happen to her, she went on that live stage to film her show and performed for her audience, not knowing how they would react to her after being blacklisted. This performance received a standing ovation from her audience. She taught me to never give up even if something is scary as hell!

Sandra Day O’Connor - The first female Supreme Court Justice. A women who was not afraid to stand up for what she believed. She was a small town Arizona attorney who rose to be one of the highest judges in the US. She taught me to stand up for what I believe and don’t be afraid to speak out! She inspires me because I hope to be as brave and amazing as this woman is. She was looked down on because she was a woman and she proved all the men wrong. She brought us just one step closer to breaking that glass ceiling. 

Who inspires you?! @cosmic-files-87 @notacleverxfileshandle @storybycorey @ccoble @xfile-cabinetx

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Hi! I’m Brinson. Welcome to Califata!

I’ve been looking forward to today for months and months. Or, really — years. This story has been rattling around my head for a long time, but it’s taken awhile for me to figure out exactly how I wanted to tell it. Some of this story is deeply personal, some of it is about existential fear … and some of it is about dragon blood and necromancy and big, floofy dresses. I hope you’ll enjoy all of it.

To get things rolling, today is a three page update. Tomorrow I’ll be posting page four, and one page per day through Monday. After that, Califata will move to a six pages monthly schedule — one page one week, followed by two pages the next week. I’ll try to keep the schedule on the right sidebar updated as I finish pages.

Thanks for checking this comic out! I hope you’ll drop by again!


Guys… I see it everywhere:

“ZOMG Victor and Yuuri have only been apart for ONE DAY!”

No. No it wasn’t just one day.

Recall, Victor left ASAP after the Short Program, in the evening. That’s on the Friday Night. Free Skate is on the Saturday. Even if he flew out THAT night (Saturday, which he could have, but not super likely), he wouldn’t get home till later on Sunday.

Flying from Sheremetyevo back to Fukuoka…with only one short layover, if he was lucky, it still took 12 hours to get home. That’s the shortest flight.

But it was evening when he got home. So likely he did one of those overnight flights with the longer layover in Shanghai …
It takes anywhere from 12-24 hours to get from Moscow to Fukuoka, because layovers.

If he didn’t leave until Sunday, then he arrived home Monday.

SO, that all said. It wasn’t just one day.
It was most likely two, or even possibly three.

After all that he went through at the Rostelecom Cup, follow it with upwards of 24 hours of traveling alone, and you’ve got one emotionally exhausted piglet who just wants his loveypants. Poor little piglet.