also i edited this two days ago

(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

Words- 939

Warnings- FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.

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Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.

Because Adam Parrish’s bisexuality is very important to me and I felt the need to write down the Feelings I was having. This has no plot, just so you know.        

AO3


It’s really you on my mind

He’s fifteen years old and tired. Sitting in front of the trailer he calls home, he lets himself feel it for just a second. Allows himself to acknowledge the heaviness pulling at his limbs, his drooping eyelids getting pulled down by some invisible power; allows himself a moment of anger and exhaustion. Feeling sorry for himself and letting his misery take over his senses isn’t something he necessarily likes to do. He knows his life sucks, there’s no use dwelling on that. He also knows there are people who have it worse and that he will get out of here. One day one day one day. It’s a song that replays itself inside his head when things get rough, when he feels alone and his father tells him he’s worthless, with his fists and words alike, when his mom looks at it all with pursed lips or ignores it altogether. When the trailer park is suffocating and the dust invades his lungs, makes it hard to breathe. Sometimes doubt creeps in and then it’s almost impossible for him to believe it will ever happen; he’ll be stuck here for the rest of his days, become a copy of Robert Parrish because it’s his fate, it’s in his blood and he’ll have a son sitting in the exact same position, singing to himself one day one day one day.

Snapping out of that depressing train of thought, he suddenly remembers the free magazine he picked up at the grocery store earlier. From the rack next to the entry, filled with daily news and picked up by the busy fingers of housewives and old people taking their weekly stroll. He’s passed it numerous times and never felt the need to take one with him, until today. He doesn’t know what came over him, just that he desperately wanted to pretend to do something normal. And why not?

He takes it out now, from under his thin jacket, unfolds it and looks at the picture of some actress he vaguely recognizes posing on the front.

It’s been so long since he read something just for him. He used to go the library when he was younger, used to spend full days there, befriending the old, sweet lady behind the desk, reading everything he could get his hands on. But when he realized there’s a way to escape this, that the world is so much wider than the name double-wide suggest, that maybe there’s a way for him to not only read about magical places and people going on adventures, but actually live those things and see them for himself, the library turned into the last item on his list of things to do. He picked up several jobs and poured all his remaining time and energy into studying and getting A’s; the library was forgotten. At times, when the night is too heavy to sleep and the walls are too thin to not hear what’s playing in the bedroom next to his, he thinks of the old lady with her white hair that gave him pieces of her chocolate sometimes and wonders what happened to her. If she still works there, if maybe at times she wonders about him too after he abruptly stopped coming, if she’s even still alive.

Now he opens his magazine and pictures the one his father reads and notices the stark difference between the two. He rifles through it, not particularly caring about the content or finding it exceptionally captivating, but enjoying himself nonetheless. Skimming through it, he abruptly lets it fall open on some ad, perfume he thinks, featuring a man, a car and the gray sky above. The man is leaning against his expensive, fast car, wearing expensive designer clothes. Adam’s enthralled by how casually powerful the man looks and by the quiet authority he radiates. Like nothing can hurt him, like he’s above pain. At first, it’s just the power that evokes Adam’s wonder, then he pays closer attention to the guy’s face; zooms in on his high cheekbones, the strand of dark hair falling on his forehead, his pronounced jawline. The way his clothes fit him just right, accentuating the right things, the right way and Adam is in awe.

There’s a mixture of several things going through Adam’s head, the most prominent being want. Which he shuts down immediately without realizing why and replaces with one day one day one day. He looks at the car again. Without giving it second thought, he rips the picture from the magazine and folds it carefully, stuffs it into his pocket.

The picture is burned in his memory now and he thinks he’ll use it as motivation, to try to become that person one day. Because that’s what he wants. That’s the want overpowering his thoughts. Being that man, radiating the same power, being able to dress like that, owning a car like that and doing it all as effortlessly as if he’d been born into it.

He takes it out sometimes, from under his mattress. He’s not sure why he feels the need to hide it like that, it’s not like there’s something bad on there. He just doesn’t want his dad to find it and realize that Adam wants to be that man, he tells himself. He doesn’t want his parents to know that that is his goal in life, he tells himself. And he tries not to think of the why’s to much. Why he decided on that picture, why he hides it, why it makes him want.

Years later he’ll realize that maybe it wasn’t just the power the man radiated and the effortless way he looked like money and success and was everything Adam wanted to be but wasn’t. He’ll think that maybe it was a mixture of those things, combined with the fact that he was extremely attracted to the guy, but just didn’t realize it. That the want to be him, could’ve easily also been the want to be with him among other things. He’ll think that there have been so many more instances in his life where he interpreted his own feelings wrong, or simply repressed them and twisted them so that he didn’t have to face the real thing. Subconsciously of course, until Ronan started looking at him and the pieces all fell in their place and he realized something about himself that had been there for a long time, but was never allowed out.

When he gets together with Ronan, he analyzes the feelings he had for Blue and he realizes they were just as real as the one he has for Ronan. Maybe they weren’t as strong, but they were there. And something clicks inside him, because he knows now that Ronan wasn’t the first boy he was ever attracted to, which is what he thought in the beginning, and he knows that he’s still very much into girls too, but that it’s all fine. He’s got time to find himself and figure out what that means for him. Which he does in great detail. Adam Parrish, a man of science, likes to understand things, approaches this objectively, eyes on his goal.

He doesn’t doubt his attraction or love for Ronan because he is absolutely sure that those things are there. He does not doubt his feelings for Ronan once. He just wonders whether he’s the only boy he’s ever liked or if there were others.

When he was younger, he didn’t give his sexuality much thought. He always thought he was straight so there was no real reason to think about it and anyway, living under his parents’ roof, the possibility of being something else than straight, stepping out of line of what his dad thought was right, wasn’t much of an option. He liked Blue, he had a girlfriend before that, when he was fourteen. She gave him his first kiss, but other than that it wasn’t anything exceptional. She was a girl from his school he had to work with one day. She was pretty and she smelled nice. She had a gap between her teeth and he remembers finding that charming. They worked on the chemistry project in the library, she kissed him one day, he liked it, she asked him to be her girlfriend and eventually she broke it off, no doubt expecting dates and time spent together, but Adam simply did not have the money or time to spare. He didn’t like her that much that it really hurt or anything, but it stung a little. Knowing dating just wasn’t for him, yet another thing on his seemingly endless list of one day, something he’d do when he got out of here.

If he was being honest with himself, he was a little disappointed. It’s not like he expected butterflies to fly around and the sun to start shining just for them, but the couple kisses they shared didn’t really do anything to him. That didn’t stop him from wanting more of them, though. Her lips were soft and brought him affection he had missed his whole life. The feeling of her hands on his hips warmed his skin in a way he was not familiar with, so even if real feelings were missing, he also definitely didn’t want her to break up with him .

He figured it was better anyway. He put her out of his head and forget about her quickly enough, only sometimes allowing her to open the doors in his mind and wondering that if he could’ve been able to show her a little more attention, she’d have stayed longer.

Then he met Blue and he really liked her too. Her originality and fire drew him in and did things to his head. It was easier with her somehow because he saw her in the company of Gansey, because she was pretty affectionate herself and wasn’t afraid to say what she thought or let him know what she wanted or didn’t want. She took his hand and it was easy to lay his head in her lap. It was nice and he knew that if he were to kiss her, it’d be different than the kisses he shared with his former girlfriend. He thought maybe he’d feel something else than simply that’s nice.

It was good. While it lasted.

Because of course it didn’t last. He was Adam Parrish, why would he be able to love someone the right way? Maybe love was a big word, but why would he be able to – to be enough? Because that was exactly what it was. He was not enough.

The words it’s not going to be you echoed through his mind for days on end and the fear that he would end up exactly like his father encased him, held him captive. When those words came out of her mouth, he knew. He just knew that if it wasn’t him, it’d be Gansey. Because of course. Of fucking course.

When he gets together with Ronan, everything is great and his anger doesn’t matter because Ronan has his own anger inside to match Adam’s. They get together and every touch, every word shared between them leaves a trace in his skin, strikes a match until his insides are burning with want and need and love. Finally he can feed his hunger. Ronan doesn’t mind if Adam kisses him fiercely, barely giving him space to breathe, all but attacks his mouth with his own. He doesn’t mind Adam taking of his shirt and tracing the warm skin, following the trail of his tattoo with his mouth. Doesn’t mind the hickies on his neck, the scratches on his back.

The physical aspects of the relationship is explosive and wonderful. But that’s not all. Ronan is the first person to ever be truly gentle with him, the first person that looks at him as if he deserves everything.

He makes Adam laugh harder than anything ever has, sometimes so much he literally cannot breathe, until he has tears in his eyes. Ronan knows when to crack a joke, make fun of Gansey, draw out a grin with force if he has to after a shitty day at work. But also knows when to leave it alone and simply let Adam lay his head on his lap on the couch and gently run his fingers through his hair when he’s feeling down. Because the truth is, while Adam Parrish has always thought of himself as unknowable, somehow Ronan Lynch has managed to know him.

He knows him. He understands him. Like no one ever has. And Adam realizes that, even if he didn’t notice before, he had always understood Ronan the same way. Back when he couldn’t stand being in the same room with him for more than five minutes before one of them made a biting remark. Even then, they’d understood each other on some level.

So, no. If there is one thing in the world he is absolutely sure of, it’s his love for Ronan. While figuring out his sexuality is definitely confusing, that is not. It’s the surest and realist thing in his life at the moment.

Once, when Adam was about ten, he had a friend. Called Jason. The boy had curly black hair, dark skin and piercing brown eyes that glittered in the sun and made Adam feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was the first real friend he’d ever had, or as real as fleeting friendship at that age can be anyway and Adam cared for him deeply. When Jason smiled, he had a dimple and for some reason having it directed at him, filled Adam with an indescribable pride. There was something about him that made Adam want to be around him as much as possible and never let go. Seen as Jason was his first friend, he didn’t think much of it and figured that’s just what friendship was.

The whole thing was over pretty quickly, Jason moved away. Adam is pretty sure he never even knew his last name.

When he thinks back to that now, he wonders if it wasn’t something other than just friendship. And then he thinks back to the first time Gansey had laid his charming eyes on him and shown Adam his electric smile and the feeling that had evoked inside him and wow. That’s a whole other realization.

Now lying on his small mattress above the church that’s his home, next to the boy he thinks of when he thinks of home, he wonders how he never noticed what really, was there all along. He thinks it’s probably a mixture of wanting to survive and homophobic bullshit shoved in his head by the people that raised him.

Now, lying on his small mattress above the church that’s his home, next to the boy he thinks of when he thinks of home, he lets himself feel and think and understand something about himself.

‘Why the fuck are you thinking this hard? It’s two in the morning’, Ronan mumbles into the crook of his shoulder, sleep already pulling at his senses, one hand wrapped around Adam’s waist.

‘I’m not.’ It’s a lie, automatically leaving his mouth. Adam spends his life thinking too hard, over analyzing every little thing. He’s never had to share the inner workings of his mind with anyone.

‘Yes, you are. You’ve got that little crunch between your eyebrows. That means you’re thinking too hard.’ But this is Ronan and, again, Adam is taken aback by how good Ronan knows him. The inner workings of his mind may be a mystery to most people, but Ronan has never been like most people.

He doesn’t say anything for a little while, lets the silence fill the room. Ronan kisses his shoulder and Adam can feel his eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Soft as a confession whispered in the dead of the night.

‘I’m bisexual’, he says then, finally, shattering the quiet.

And it’s out there. The nervous flutter in his stomach has nothing to do with fear or dread. He feels most comfortable around Ronan and this is nothing new really. It’s just that it’s the first time he’s ever said those words aloud, the first time he knows with a certainty they’re real. And that sensation is new to him, it flutters in his stomach, but a good kind of fluttering. One that’s as pleasant as the spring sun warming his skin after winter has gone to sleep.

Ronan makes a noise that could be interpreted in many different ways, but the way he pulls Adam closer to him and nuzzles his nose to his temple and drops a kiss on his ear, indicates it’s most likely one of encouragement and support. The gesture fills Adam’s body with warmth and his heart beats with the incredible love he has for this boy.

‘What brought this on?’

‘I don’t know. Just thinking back on my life. I have this ad in my car, for perfume or something. And I always convinced myself I kept it because one day I wanted to be the guy. But now I think I kept it because I was ridiculously attracted to him even though I didn’t realize it.’

Ronan lets out a small laugh. ‘Well, I’m fucking gay. I think I always sort of knew though.’

Adam wonders if Ronan has ever admitted to that before and he’s pretty sure he never has. He simply got together with Adam and that was enough for them. But here, in the safety and comfort of this room and each other, it’s okay.

He thinks of how Ronan used to hate himself so much and that, some of it at least, was tied to his sexuality. How he used to be so angry and scared and hidden from everyone. How self acceptance was a long and painful process for him. He thinks of how proud he is of Ronan, of how strong he is and of how far he’s come. To say those words without shame above the church he visits every Sunday. The church where he belongs but for a long time felt like an intruder, like he was wrong.

Ronan shouldn’t have to give up parts of himself because others won’t accept him. He shouldn’t have to hide. He’s gay, but he also believe in god with an intensity that Adam saw reflected in his eyes the few times he has accompanied him to church.

Adam himself is not religious, but he respects it and can see the beauty of it in certain things. But more importantly, he’s aware of how deeply rooted it is in Ronan’s life and how it’s a part of him. Adam loves all parts of Ronan, wants him to be able to love all parts of himself too. He’s glad Ronan feels comfortable enough saying those words above his church.

‘I’m glad you finally figured it out. ‘M proud of you,’ Ronan mumbles then, almost asleep, saying things he maybe wouldn’t have said wide awake, but that Adam would’ve gotten anyway.

Adam plants a kiss on the top of his head and closes his head. ‘I’m proud of you too.’

And that’s how they fall asleep, entwined like vines and trusting someone, finally, to accept them for who they are.

They’re growing still. And discovering themselves, but now that they’re safe and relatively happy, most of the time, it’s a process Adam actually is kind of looking forward to. Maybe he doesn’t have to be unknowable. Maybe he can just be Adam Parrish, loved by his friends and boyfriend, safe, attending Harvard in the fall, bisexual, in love and proud. Of who he is.

Proud of being Adam Parrish. He decides he rather likes that thought.


Thanks for reading! Title from Chanel by Frank Ocean, because that song is almost as Bi™ as Adam Parrish is 

DAD’S ULTIMATE TAG GUIDE!

Hello fam! So like a few days ago i got an anon asking about setting up tags for my writing to make it easier to find and read and well after a few days and two 4 packs of Monster, IT IS DONE!!! 

I hope it helps you all and please remember that i also have a masterlist page coming out soon! ALSO, THIS LIST WILL BE UPDATED THE MORE I WRITE!


OVERALL TAGS: 

Headcanons,  Fic Recs,  NSFW,   EDITS,  MASTERLIST

SHIPS(posts+writing): 

TaeGi,   JiKook,   JinKook,   Vmon,   MinJoon,  Namjin


BY AU (TaeGi):

Vampire Yoongi + Blood donor Taehyung

Mafia Au 

Vampire Yoongi + Fairy Taehyung

Bad boy Taehyung 

Fanboy Taehyung + Idol Yoongi

Fem Taehyung/Yoongi (cheating bf Au)

Actor Taehyung + Beauty guru Yoongi 

Wolf Au (unknown omega Taehyung + alpha Yoongi) (MPREG WARNING)

Killer doll Taehyung Au

Idol Parents Au 

Model Taehyung + Makeup artist Yoongi

Boxer Taehyung Au


BY AU (JIKOOK):

Mafia Au


DRABBLES (stories that aren’t part of any certain Au or don’t have more than 3 parts)

TAEGI,  JIKOOK

Take me out to the ballgame

This year Anthrocon was amazing for me. Many people were complaining about technical problems on this edition of Anthrocon, it is understandable that the staff should help to make this to be perfect, but in the end is us who make the con great.

I had a blast, it was even more awesome (for me) this time than the last year or even two years ago, but this is a subjective opinion. I met many old friends who I didn’t expect to see there, I also made new friends, met new incredible people, I used my fursuit SO much!! You could saw me on saturday in fursuit almost all the day, from morning to afternoon and also at the rave.

I’ll write a complete journal about all my Anthrocon experience, soon. I know that probably you are thinking it’s too late to talk about Anthrocon when it happened 3 weekends ago, well… that is also part of my experience, that it didn’t get over after Anthrocon, I continued a big adventure after it, all around United States and Canada <3

But about this picture… probably you know that this year’s theme was Baseball at Anthrocon, or “take me out to the ballgame”, and at the con we could see many furs with their baseball uniforms, baseball bats, caps…

Personally I don’t understand very well baseball, I just know the basic rules and that’s for Wii Sports, haha. But for some reason I like that people get involved to a fanbase of any sport: baseball, soccer, football, basketball… (and specially I love mascots and costumes).

Talking with a friend about what could I draw for Anthrocon, with baseball related, he told me about an experience between a family who are fan of a soccer team, and how they live that fanaticism, so I thought it could be a great idea to picture a family living the sport.

I really love the result. It is completely done with color pencils (primsacolors).

It was published in the Anthrocon’s conbook, and the original was auctioned at the Anthrocon’s art show. Thank you very much to the person who purchased it <3

The baseball team on the picture are not the Chicago Cubs as many thought, they are Los Charros de Jalisco. (The baseball team from my town)

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Even though you did try to kill me

local lesbian wants to thank her followers for 2k

(two weeks after she actually reached it bc she was busy with exams)

as you all know, a little while ago i reached the 2k Milestone™ and all i did was a follow forever because i was two days away from my exam week and i didn’t want to commit to a Thing that i wasn’t sure i could fulfill in due time.

that being said, now that i have plenty of time to spare and i need some creative activity to keep myself busy, i wanted to repay y’all for putting up with me by making some sort of edit request thingy, seeing how a lot of my other mutuals have (the more the merrier). but since i don’t wanna do what everybody else has done, i’ve decided you guys can request what you want, and i will make it into an INSTAGRAM FEED EDIT (here is the format).

terms and conditions™:

  • mbf me
  • reblog this post (likes count as bookmarks yk the drill)
  • send me a request of the like: character/ship/brotp or character/ship/brotp + colour/AU/any particular ~aesthetic~ you want
  • your request doesn’t have to be limited to shadowhunters, but pls check my tags page to see what other shows i’m familiar with
  • requests will close on july 27th (i will be away from home from july 17th to 27th, so keep that in mind)
  • pls don’t send me gross™ romantic ships (abusive, incestuous etc.), i will ignore them 😘 (i trust y’all but u never know)
  • don’t let this flop i guess? :))

Hey everyone, Jam Here!

So sorry for the late posting, my wifi is still being uncouperative with me and i’m doing my summer homework in my mom’s friend house. Hopefully we get to fix that tomorrow DX

Here’s something I was working on two days ago.. I also got a speedpaint done, really liked how it came iout, just need to find a video editing program to use if anyone can give me some free ones online for me to look at :/

Happy late Birthday Sempai @sburbox IK is late but when wifi acts cruel you cant due much XD

Have a annoyed Chibi Tom X3

Art by me 

Tom belongs to Daron Nenfcy

Originally posted by palemom-sleepydad

God bless you :3

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ya lit meme - 2/7 friendships
aelin galathynius, dorian havilliard and chaol westfall  throne of glass

Dorian said, “So here we are.”
“The end of the road,” Aelin said with a half smile.
“No,” Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. “The beginning of the next.”

anonymous asked:

wait why were people mad at soraru and mafumafu? did something happen?

ah sorry to ask, but why were people unhappy with atr’s cd? i’ve been totally out of touch with the goings on of utaite recently and i have no idea what’s happening ;-;

Putting these two asks together since they’re the same question~ Well basically with the 2 new ATR singles they released 2 months ago, they pretty clearly said we should buy the limited edition versions if we want to see the music videos for Kaidoku Funou and Anti-Clockwise, and the LE versions of course cost extra money. Then a few days ago they uploaded them fully on Youtube for their 2-month anniversary and also briefly said it was due to illegal uploads of the videos on the internet that they decided to do this. There were a lot of people who paid the extra money for the LE versions to see the MVs, so they were unhappy and felt mislead with why they bought the version. But ATR apologized and Mafumafu clearly said that in the future they’ll announce in advance if they plan to upload content like that publicly, so that they don’t repeat this situation again.

Though I was kinda iffy about their choice to upload the MVs publicly under those circumstances, it’s really not a big deal if it doesn’t keep happening, which it sounds like it won’t! And I haven’t been keeping an eye on JPN side of the fandom much after the first day but as far as I can tell people were pretty accepting of their apology. And in the end, it’s the reprinters who are at the most fault here -_- I wish there was more ATR could do to prevent that stuff… :(

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Two years ago, Leo Fitz was in a car accident that left him permanently changed. Today, he’s trapped in a hospital where a gunman has taken hostages. What Fitz doesn’t know is that today is also the day he’ll meet the woman who will change him again – by helping him accept the man he’s become.

Every Little Thing      (AO3)
             A FitzSimmons AU for divergent-ravenclaw-of-athena​’s Secret Valentine present

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L : A quick 15-minute sketch before I head off to a local book sale with @gillyannlim 

R: I’ve been commissioned to sketch/paint a local journaling/crafts store and these are some watercolor attempts… I’m still not very confident with watercolors so I tried a method from @vanessamakesthings post in making line art/sketch copies. Thank you for sharing, Vanessa.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been very active with posting. Most of my drawings now are done in sketchbooks and when I go out for urban sketching with Gillian. So I’ll usually post after I’ve completed a page or two. 

Also, I’ve joined the whole Instagram bandwagon a couple of weeks ago. I post earlier there these days because it’s easier and faster. I like to edit my posts in tumblr as much as I can since I kinda use it as my portfolio site. So do follow me there too. And Twitter too. And Facebook too. Haha. I think googling onlyparkland will find you all my social network accounts :0

Lastly, I’m about to hit 7000 followers. Wow. Thank you all for following!

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So tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

Clary Fray

“I’m not an angel, Jace, I don’t return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary.”

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as an update for the deerper bipper gif i decided to make a month or two ago, i haven’t given up on it! i am still working on it. as you can see, it’s taking longer then i thought it would. I’ve been busy lately, but i finally have a schedule! every Wednesday, from 11 AM to 1 PM, i will be doing nothing but edit this gif. also, if i feel like it, on the weekends too. but weekends are my days off, so. :l

 i tested the five stills (approximately 10 frames long) and they look pretty good in motion, although the background looks shaky because of the way i cropped the frames. :l other then that, though, hey! i’m doing pretty good for my first moving image. also i’m using SAI to edit this, so

imagine this with dear parts. that’s what i am rooting for.

(hey, five stills edited out of 19. almost there!)

Sam/Lucifer AU

Living on the road is something that Sam has grown accustomed to. His dad made sure of that. But now that Sam’s on his own, he finds himself looking for honest work when he stops in a town, rather than hustling pool like his brother. It’s mostly odd jobs, nothing glamorous, but at least he walks away with a clear conscience. He’s riding through rural Georgia on his way to New Orleans when he stumbles upon an opportunity to make some cash to last him at least through to southern Mississippi. 
There’s an old plantation house in town that’s in need of someone to tend the grounds while the owner prepares to sell it. The owner turns out to be a young girl named Anna who tells him that the house has been in the Milton family for generations, but no one’s lived in it since the brutal death of her great uncle many years ago. She’s now the last person left in the family, and can’t afford to keep the property much longer.
When he starts work at the house, he’s surprised to find someone roaming about behind the house. Sam assumes he’s just a neighbor or something and continues about his work. That is, of course, until the man comes up to him and tries to strike up a conversation. He introduces himself as Lucifer and claims to be a member of the Milton family. Sam tells him he was led to believe that there was only one member of the family left, to which Lucifer replies that the family doesn’t like to talk about him much. At the end of the day, Sam calls Anna to ask about him, and she tells him that the only Lucifer in the family was her great uncle, the one who died in the house. She even shows him a few pictures of the man. Sam is shocked by what he sees: the man in the pictures looks exactly like the man who claimed to be Lucifer.

SAI Coloring Tutorial part deux (aka some extra coloring tips)

Check out this neat lookin’ Reimu

but what else can this reimu be? hmm

anon wanted to know how Reimu can get a little bit of ethereal light onto her, so we’ll do just that!

It’s a fact that most times you’re going to want to edit your colors even after you’ve finished painting everything–so what can we do to fix that?

Currently our Reimu looks like this

We can use filter layers to add stuff on!

not just overlay, but you can also do stuff like this!

uh oh watch out reimu there’s something about to fall on you–

oh nevermind it’s the pastel attack

(desaturate your coloring layer)

That looks nice and all, but what if I want to place Reimu next to a mysterious orb of light… really mysterious

You could, after painting the orb, paint over your coloring layer since lighting and reflected light and yadda yadda yadda

but imagine how much more painting and repainting that would take, especially if you were doing that on more than one thing!!

So instead we’ll take the easy route:

I lowered the opacity of the coloring to make this more visible.

using a brush or an airbrush at ridiculously low density, paint over areas affected by the light (or where you think it would be. who needs perfect lighting anyway.) the colors should not show up very bold!

then, select the luminosity filter:

hmmm. suddenly we get a nice, glowy effect.

you can also combine this with other filter layers to even out some of the colors, or to add multiple light sources/shadows/etc

When not masked or clipped, luminosity layers painted as shown above will look like this on a background:

Which gives rise to multiple possibilities!

That Seija/Reimu doodle I did a few days ago makes use of multiple luminosity layers (mostly because I’m lazy but hey they look nice)

Without the filter settings, it just looks like a lot of red:

Pretty interesting!

Filter Layers are also at work in these two examples; although they’re still wips one can see how they can affect layers below them and how they can be used to add to the “togetherness” and atmosphere of a piece!

Besides that there’s also recoloring psds and textures / light leaks meant for editing images and gifs or making graphics in photoshop–tumblr’s chock-full of em.

Go experiment!! Have fun uvu)//

Okay here’s the thing

If you’re writing drama in a story and it can be solved easily if the characters just sit down and talk to each other, you’re not writing good drama and you are going to annoy your readers more than anything.

It’s fine if miscommunication happens. Happens all the time in real life. But don’t make that your plot or the most important thing going on in your book and pad it out for 300 pages as that’s boring and frustrating. 

Good, heartfelt drama comes from actual disagreement based on morals, from someone doing something bad and maybe not regretting it, hurting someone, making a huge mistake, saying something that can’t be taken back. And the list goes on. Something that can’t be healed in a single conversation or revelation. 

If the main drama to your story can be healed within a few pages at the end of your book because your characters finally sat down and talked to each other, you need to go back and do some editing.