and i hate you

My feelings on Gotham 3x20

Mythology Posters Series: Hemera

The personifcation of the day, Hemera was the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, as well as the female counterpart and wife to her brother Aether. According to Hesiod, Hemera inhabited Tartarus, leaving it just as Nyx returned and returning when her mother was leaving; she was also by Aether the mother of Thalassa, the primordial goddess of the sea.

You know, for a fandom so full of amazing writers and creators you are all so quick to jump and judge the showrunners and the writers like you don’t know how the process works.

When you write a certain storyline you do it because you think that’s the best road to take to tell your story. And sometimes your readers question it, because you could have taken a different road, or maybe they think they can do better than you. But you know that’s not true, because it’s your story, and you know you are being very clever about it, you know that everything you do, you do for a reason.

And sometimes when you come up with a scene, you get so exicted, because it fits so perfect, sometimes you feel like it’s the best dang thing you’ve ever come up with, and you see a dozen of different roads to go from there, and you can’t wait to share it with your readers, you can’t wait to take them on that journey. But it’s a complex thing. Sometimes you gotta focus on one thing before you can go to the next. Sometimes you have to spend hours or even days developing storylines you don’t even want to develop until you can jump to the good stuff, but you know that’s what you gotta do. Fore the sake of the story. For the bigger picture.

And sometimes that’s what our showrunners and writers do, too. Sometimes they come up with scenes they think are so great, so exciting and they can’t wait to share it with us. And even when we don’t like it, they are proud of it because it’s their hard work put into it, and they too think they are being clever about it, keeping in mind the oh so important bigger picture, knowing it will all make sense later, even when we can’t see that.

And sometimes they mess up, sometimes they get so caught up in the story they don’t see how someone might get hurt in the process. And sometimes they just get tangled in that annoying part where they have to develop part of the story that no one wants to see developed, sometimes not even them. But it has to be done, to complete the picture, to have everything set into place later, because it’s a growing process, that never stops, and it’s a complex puzzle with so many pieces, but someone has to put them all together.

And the ones that are putting it together are just people. Just like you. And sometimes they will make mistakes, and sometimes people will get hurt, and sometimes they will infuriate you so much, you will want to just unleash all your anger on them, but before you do remember they are just like you. Writing a story, taking paths you might not have taken but it doesn’t mean they won’t reach the same goal.

important reminder to myself

don’t spend the whole summer drinking.
buy micron pens and learn to draw again.
buy a flower press and a real journal to be creative in.
learn about yourself, grow and flourish.

write poems write songs
make collages and learn to use water colour
and most importantly,
love yourself.

Zig? Beautiful. Radiant. Seductive. My photography? …Not so much.

Normally, I would retake the shot/make it look less pink and dark wtf. Sadly, because I got a little bit distracted by this piece last night + spent an hour trying to figure out my printer + may have gone to bed at 3 am…I need to return to my finals prep. 😬 I’ve got 1 out of my 2 more exams tomorrow. Wish me luck!

But before I go! 😊 To conclude this piece, I finished the prismacolor portrait (ears and shirt), added some paper over the facing page (I thought dark blue/purple tones fit him well!), and printed/cut out one of my favorite quote from The Freshman Book 3.

I’m happy with this layout: portrait, background, quote. I am most likely going to continue this series with potentially a few other Choices characters. (I’ve got my eyes on Drake of The Royal Romance next!)

A big thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged my first photos. I was so happy to read all your feedback and v touched that you liked this as much as you did! Looking forward to sharing more pieces with this wonderful online community. 💗

(Also, I’m working on a few more playlists for characters, including Zach, Drake, and Part 2 for this handsome guy!!! I’m open to requests for that. 😊 )

Delilah’s playing the long game, and now she’s an Empress.

((ASK BOX CLOSED hoo wee u guys send asks fast holy shit man. i got a lot of good questions so bless yall! there were some that ive already answered so be sure to check the archive of the blog if u have a question! BUT i did get some asks i was about to send myself if no one asked so THANKKK YOUU!!))

reasons why cold weather is a++ and hot weather is death but not the fun kind

  • when it is too cold you can always put on more layers
  • when it is too hot you have to   r e m o v e   y o u r   s k i n
  • when it is cold you can wear cute sweaters and fuzzy hats
  • when it is hot to avoid overheating you must wear clothes that expose your flesh leaving you   v u l n e r a b l e   t o   t h e   e n e m y
  • when it is cold you can burrow in blankets to keep warm
  • when it is hot your body   w e e p s   t o   k e e p   y o u   a l i v e
  • when it is cold most bugs hibernate, stay underground, migrate, etc.
  • when it is hot people are   o p e n   s e a s o n   f o r   t h o s e   b u g g y   m o t h e r f u c k e r s
  • when it is cold and humid you can see your breath and it smells like rain
  • when it is hot and humid   h e l l   i s   m a n i f e s t i n g   o n   e a r t h     a n d   t h e   s u f f e r i n g   h a s   b e g u n

blue-eyed-fantom  asked:

I'm really into this new Drabble game! How about the feeling that first spark of affection with Jungkook?

I don’t understand what the spark feels like (but i’d feel it for you)

Genre: Fluff.

Words: 969.

I hope you like it!! Thank you for sending this in~ it was so cute :)

It comes unexpectedly.

The spark.

That obscure, indefinite concept you cannot even begin to understand. For you it had been nothing but a corny expression, used to extenuation in novels where the main characters—as if enlightened by a superior being—understand in the blink of an eye the feeling that has been making them act as idiots. It’s an overused concept, work away at the edges, incomprehensible—in your opinion, at least. It was almost as terrible as the butterfly metaphor. That, that was the worst.

What is the diagnosis for butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach? How is it supposed to feel? What are the symptoms? Do they fade away?

You need answers, because you have a test on Monday and you need to stop staring at him.

Could it be compared to nausea? The swirling in your stomach, the ways it twisted and pranced whenever he spoke, how your entire system seemed to be turned upside down whenever he sighed, or laughed or fucking sneezed. Was that… normal?

Could it be perhaps more similar to a panic attack? The constant pressure in your chest, the pit-a-pat at the back of your head, as the gears in your head tried to solve the puzzle of his existence, how had you been so lucky to have him as your friend. It could also be a headache, maybe you had not been wearing your classes enough. But you knew it was not a matter of wearing glasses or not, but the fact that you were trying to process the unfathomable, that you were thinking way too much about those feelings you could not understand, but that you were sure had been boiling deep inside you for a very, very long time—or, at least, for as long as you had known him.

Still, you don’t know how The Spark feels, but you’re surely feeling something, spark or not; and it’s new, and overwhelmingly warm and it somehow makes your body vibrate with his every breath. And you don’t like it, but you also like it very much.

In conclusion: you’re confused.  

“You look beautiful today.”

That has been the prompt for the confounding sensation that was the source of your every worry. Those simple four words, that had been muttered from under a fleecy scarf, that could barely hide the silly smile that invaded his face, the sudden warmth tingeing his cheeks with a pretty shade of pink, nor the unexpected galaxies shimmering in his eyes, which you didn’t remember to be so big, and round, and expressive.

What you can’t figure out, although you are trying, is why, why is Jungkook feeling so embarrassed. It’s not the first time he makes such a remark, but something feels different, and you can’t pinpoint what, maybe it’s the tenderness he impregnates every mellifluous note of his voice with, the way he pronounces ‘beautiful’, as if he would never be able to find a word that was enough to describe what he wanted to say.

There’s something different, indeed, and you love it.

However, it is then when it starts raining and Jungkook rushes to your side—with the sound of his high-pitched laugh enveloping you in a warm embrace; when he takes your hands and guides you away from the downpour and into the safety of a coffee shop; when he wipes the few droplets that have invaded your face and brushes his thumb along your cheek for just a bit longer that would be considered acceptable between to best friends when you understand that you don’t have to understand what’s going on. You don’t need to analyse that concept that has become more of a myth to refute it, you only need to close your eyes and follow whatever your stupid heart was asking you to do.

There was no spark glistening behind your eyelids when you closed your eyes, leaning against the hands that were so sweetly cupping your face, but still it shined. The no-spark was shining so damn bright you could have sworn your brain had just gone blind for a second.  

There was also no spark—and no rational thoughts, truth be told—when you leaned forward at the speed of lightning to place a peckover his lips, but, amidst the awkwardness and the nervous quivering, you could feel something that was not friendship. Friendship didn’t cover even half of it.

“What was that for?” Jungkook brought his fingers to his lips, where yours had just been.

“I… honestly, don’t know.”

I like you, I like you, I like you. The brain, especially yours, is very straightforward when it wants to, but the tongue doesn’t always follow.

“For someone who doesn’t know… you seemed pretty eager.”

“Jungkook shut up.”

As in cue, you smack his shoulder, but lightly, because all your strength is escaping slowly from your body, leaving you boneless and weak, and Jungkook smiling so wide is not helping you recover.


“Then I’ll do it again, and you’ll hate it.”

“Sure, bring it on. I’ll hate it so much I’ll have to torture you back.”

Maybe, and just maybe, you didn’t have to think that much, and just kiss Jungkook again.

And again.

And again.

“You can try, Jungkook, but I’m probably gonna win.”

“Never lost even once in nineteen springs.”

“Shut up.”

Against your stubborn rationality, you were starting to understand what the spark felt like. It was the sweetness of his lips over yours, and his hands on your waist. It was the faintest scent of petrichor lingering over his skin, when you nuzzled his neck. It was Jungkook, trying too hard not to smile too much, and you trying desperately not to melt in his arms.

It was corny, and it was naïve.

But god, it felt right.

“Firsts” Drabble Game

Li'l positive things to combat my own bitterness!

Robert and Aaron sticking together through this is amazing thus far! How incredible is Aaron though! He is truly the best of us all!!

Robert talking about his insecurities as a parent gives me life. In fact anything to do with Robert and his insecurities gives me life! Show us how vulnerable he is!

The rise of protective!Aaron! Gimme more please!

Rebecca reminding her dad that it’s not just the White sisters who were taken in by Robert. Say it was his business acumen all you want, Larry, it ain’t gonna wash!

Bartsy scene!!! (I know it should be bartle now, but old habits) Gimme more of that too please!

Bonding White sisters, cos I may not be their biggest fans, but it’s nice seeing some sisterly love between them.

Jai doing the age old “I’m gonna pretend to shout at you, but actually tell you how great you look!!!” move. Nice, Jai. Nice!

Emma talking about her and James’s little inside joke about their ages.

Marlon’s ‘tonight Matthew’ joke. I love Marlon so anything with him in is always a joy.

Bob as well actually. How can anyone not like Bob?!

Robert talking about him and Aaron having their own family one day. Isn’t it incredible to see how far they’ve come since that first kiss at the lay-by!