and look at the contrast in the picture

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Pictures of the side yard and an overgrown front (where Judas Jr. is on the path). The side yard was suppose to be an orchard but this past winter rabbits skirted and killed ¾ trees, which is frustrating given the cost and time it takes trees to be productive.

The goats and sheep are shut out of these areas and you can see how severely it contrasts to their area in the back yard (last photo). The backyard used to look like this plus a lot of wildflowers until they cropped it down. They also ate all the ferns and brush out of the woods within their five acres and opened it up considerably. Eventually they’ll have another pen off the barn and we can do a more structured rotational grazing but for now I sent them through under supervision so they wouldn’t eat the last apple tree.

The little lamb (hiding in the second photo) could squeeze through the fence so he’s been feasting while everyone was shut out. =p

June 2017.

People really don’t understand the difference between a character being attractive and being intended for consumption by the other gender.

There’s a big difference between a character looking hot and a character being intended for sexualization. There are lots of attractive characters out there that aren’t intended to be consumed by other genders, objectified, and sexualized. For example:

Batman. Undeniably attractive. He is good looking.

But he was not intended for consumption by women. He get’s power poses and muscles because that’s how men want their male heroes, the one’s they aspire to be like and project onto, to look.

By contrast look at Black Widow. She is intended for male consumption.

She doesn’t have long legs, a tiny waist, a pronounced butt, and big boobs because that is what women want their heroes to look like. She looks like that because that’s what men want their women heroes, the one’s they picture themselves romancing, to look like. She’s not just attractive, she is also sexualized and intended for a male audience.

Now look at a male character meant for women. Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon.

He’s not buff and bulky, he’s long, lean, and well dressed. This is what women want their hero men, the one’s they want to fall in love with, to look like. This isn’t a male fantasy, this is a female one. 

Now look at a women intended for women. The main characters from Totally Spies.

They have small waists and long legs yes but their boobs and butts aren’t particularly noticeable. They get power poses instead of one’s intended to sexualize. They look like this because this is what women want to project themselves on. This is a women’s power fantasy. This is closer in comparison to Batman, good looking but powerful, than it is to Black Widow, sexualized. 

Now are all of these characters attractive? Yes. But do you see the difference between sexy and sexualized? Sexy depends on the ‘type’ of the viewer and what they like in men and women. Sexualized has less to do with what you personally think is hot and more to do with what society as a whole thinks is hot. So when I say that Wonder Woman in the movie was not meant for male consumption I am not saying she isn’t beautiful, sexy, or attractive (I left that movie gayer than I was before). What I am saying is that she was posed, treated, costumed, and written more like an attractive human than like an object for men to gawk at.

ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???

*head in hands* FUCKING SEWARD JOHNSON

You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.

SEWARD JOHNSON GO FUCK YOURSELF

This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.

Hello graphic makers!! You’re probably aware that there is a huge problem on tumblr with whitewashing. Or maybe you’re not. As a predominantly disney-based blogger, the whitewashing I personally see are from the disney fandom, so I’m going to use screencaps from those movies to show you several quick techniques so you’ll see just how easy it is to have your pretty bright and pastel colour palettes and not whitewash characters of colour.

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Hey noodles! I’m back with another masterpost! I’ve gotten a few asks about how I take photos, so I decided to condense all of this into one post.

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Lighting:

  • Shoot when it’s light out for best quality photos, because natural lighting is honestly your best friend. Taking them when it’s lighter out will also make it easier to edit them.
  • ** A lesser known tip that I’ve learned myself is to take photos in pure light. My room is pink, so unless I take pictured in the middle of my room at noon they turn out with an annoying purple tint. it’s hard to edit that out, so I sometimes go to other spots in my house to take photos.
  • EXTRA: If you’re taking photos with a screen turn down the brightness. High brightness gives the screen so much glare that you often can’t see anything other than a bright spot.

Taking the photos:

  • I’m using a colorful planner as an example, so I’m using a white background.
  • If your subject is plainer, you can use a brighter background. (I used a sweater)
  • You can also take a picture of your whole desk.
  • EXTRA: lots of pillowcases/sheets=lots of backgrounds!

Editing:

  • I use Aviary and vsco, and I edit the brightness/exposure, contrast, saturation, warmth, and tint. On vsco I add either the filters A6 or OC and add on the following to fit.
  • Brightness/exposure: turn these up depending on how bright your original photos are
  • Contrast: turn this up for clarity
  • Saturation: turn the saturation up because photos will generally look washed out after you turn up the brightness (be careful that it doesn’t look unnatural)
  • Warmth: always turn this down, especially if you take pictures in artificial light.
  • Tint: this is what I use to correct the purple-y tint that a lot of my pictures cave because of the color of my walls (I turn it greener, but I imagine it’ll be opposite if you have a green/blue room).

Here are some more before and afters:

++look at this post for the individual photos

I took these around 5 PM, and you can definitely see the purple I was talking about above.

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An important point:

You don’t have to do this at all to be a good studyblr. Plenty of amazing studyblrs don’t jump through this many hoops every time they want to post. I would actually encourage you to not do all of this every time you want to post. I used to spend hours agonizing over my photos, and, believe it or not, my grades went down! Now I know how to balance the aesthetic and actual studying, but I was so caught up in how my notes looked that I wasn’t studying them. If you like to take pretty notes and photographs, then have fun with it, but definitely don’t feel pressured to do all of this if you don’t want to.

anonymous asked:

Out of interest, what are the colour variations of canis lupus and other wolf subspecies? Thank you for your time :)

Colour variations per wolf species:

- Gray wolves (Canis lupus) can have coat colours or colour combinations ranging from black, grey, white (though never a “pure”, bright white as seen in domestic dogs), brown, blonde, “silver”, reddish/orange. The Gray wolf has a lot of subspecies, and each subspecies has it’s own variation in colour. Some can come in all colours named above, whereas other Gray wolf subspecies for example only come in white. 

If you want to know the coat colour possibilities of a certain Gray wolf subspecies, you can easily find that online.

Some colour possibilities in Gray wolves:

Entirely black [X]

Black and grey [X]

Different shades of grey [X]

Very light grey [X]

High contrast [X]

Little contrast [X]

Grey white black brown [X]

Brown/reddish with whites and blacks [X]

Brown and black with some greys [X]

Brown and black [X]

Light brownish/sandish [X]

Blonde/yellowish [X]

Silverish [X]

White [X]

White with some grey and/or black variations [X]

- Red wolves (Canis rufus) always have a combination of the colours orange/reddish, brown and grey, with black markings, along with some white parts and some black parts like in the tip of their tail:

[X]

- Ethiopian wolves (Canis simensis) are orange with white, with some grey/brown and black markings:

[X]

All of the depicted coat colours above of course can have lots of variations - especially the darkness/brightness and contrast. No wolf looks the same. It’s very difficult to map out all the different possibilities, but this gives a good overview.

Also, here’s a nice chart with pictures of some wolf subspecies that shows the typical coat colour for each subspecies.

ideas of exercises to help with your practical art skills, as well as things to keep in mind while making art and new ways to find inspiration:

  1. draw every day
  2. recreate a drawing you did before, but better
  3. draw something using only simple geometric shapes
  4. do studies of famous artworks
  5. listen to artists explain their work, it’s super interesting
  6. take life drawing classes (or use online photo resources)
  7. find an artwork you love, and work out why
  8. draw caricatures of friends
  9. set a 1 minute timer and draw an object as quickly as possible
  10. draw something you can’t see, eg. music, emotion
  11. research artists you admire and find out how they work
  12. think about composition: what stands out, what recedes etc.
  13. find a famous artwork you hate and work out why
  14. sit outside and draw the landscape
  15. copy a photo exactly
  16. draw a scene from a film
  17. draw the contours of an object not the outline
  18. visit an art exhibition near you
  19. draw your bedroom
  20. look up tutorials online - there’s so many useful ones!
  21. practise creating contrast between light and dark in pictures
  22. research colour theory
  23. do a self portrait
  24. learn about art history! Research different movements etc.
  25. try a new medium
  26. consider the feeling you want to portray with the artwork
  27. draw without looking at the page
  28. draw a character from a book you’ve read
  29. draw something you don’t usually draw
  30. look at your pictures in the mirror to help you see problems better
  31. follow artists and galleries on instagram for inspo
  32. draw an ugly object in a beautiful way
  33. try using only bold, bright colours
  34. plan your colour palette before starting an artwork, and stick to it!
  35. if you usually work in 2D, make something in 3D
  36. always remember to add shadows
  37. draw an object which is important to you
  38. use 5 lines to depict an object, make every line count
  39. draw using negative space
  40. always draw from life when possible!
  41. think carefully about which direction the light is coming from
  42. study proportions and anatomy!! 
  43. draw your pet
  44. research items symbolic meanings in art
  45. make an art blog to compile images that inspire you
  46. draw using only straight lines
  47. try accentuating any subtle colours in an image
  48. draw models from fashion websites
  49. sketch with friends! They always have great ideas
  50. keep drawing even if you find it hard, you improve with every mistake!

{my art masterpost might also be useful to you} 

Good luck! xx

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some of my favourite @amazingphil videos

(i know i have already posted this but i played around with the contrast and stuff and i now think some of the drawings look better so i felt i might as well post it again)

(also it didn’t do that well before and i would really love phil to see this … so … yeah … )

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A NIGHT AT WORK | NAMJOON VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K 

He was a professor, and you were his favourite.

During your first year of university you found Mr Kim to be quite the English teacher, you always anticipated his class every Thursday and Friday afternoon and it seemed your hard work didn’t go unnoticed either. Late night extra credit classes soon became a place for your deepest and dirtiest desires.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, strong language 

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Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


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June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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persie-writes  asked:

Just out of interest, do you edit your photos before you post them? Whenever I try taking photos of my sketchbook they always turn out pretty grey, even if I have a really strong light.

I do! I use the edits tools available on Instagram. It’s pretty much impossible to get a decent picture of your drawings without editing, at least if you’re using a phone camera like me😅 Try increasing the brightness, contrast and saturation and it should look slightly better.


heres an before and after pic

Talks Machina Highlights
  • Pirate-themed intro!
  • Skype with Kit Buss! A magical picture frame!
  • Kit was Liam’s wrangler at a con in London, and he was immediately impressed with her art. They kept in touch afterwards, and Liam immediately brought her up to do the character art when the show got started.
  • Liam’s original character description he provided to Kit was extremely detailed. In contrast, Laura’s description was “Make me look hot.”
  • Kit’s always had quite a bit of creative license to make the official character portraits, beyond those provided descriptions.
  • Kit’s reaction to getting a new character-arc request: “It figured it would be Sam.” She got the request two days before Taryon showed up, when only Matt and Sam knew.
  • Original character concept for Tary: “Richard Branson meets Tony Stark with a dash of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.”
  • Kit would love to do an episode with Mary Elizabeth–she made Lilith a tiefling because she loved Zahra so much.
  • Kit was so emotional at one of the more brutal parts of the Whitestone Arc that she had to go hide in the bathroom at work for five minutes.
  • Lilith’s voice was based on the doll in the hunter’s dream in Bloodborne.
  • Kit has continued to play Lilith in a game DMed by High Rollers’ Mark Hulmes
  • Brian: “EpiSODE 87.” Marisha: “Why do you say it like an asshole?”
  • Both Keyleth and Marisha, deep down, are kind of hoping that her mother is dead, because otherwise she’s alive and just never came back.
  • Brian messes up Vex/Vax again. “Critrolestats… please delete your account.”
  • Pirate ship names! Liam: “The Salty Bastard”. Taliesin: “The Purple Mane”. Liam: “The Raven’s Lullabye, The Ocean’s Bulge”. Taliesin: “The Dignity and Impudence”. Marisha: “…The Dignity and Impotence?”
  • Keyleth would be more likely to accept her mother’s death if it was part of the Aramente, so she wouldn’t be as likely to react strongly against the Kraken the way she did against Raishan.
  • If Percy could get rid of the magical feats, he would. He’s okay with the magical items he uses because a lot of them are thinly magical or sort of anti-magical. He doesn’t like not knowing why something doesn’t work. Marisha: “Is that how you feel about Keyleth?” Taliesin points out that Percy’s prepared for Keyleth to wind up completely vulnerable for no other reason than that somebody comes in and snaps their fingers.
  • Taliesin: “If you’ve learned anything about me, it’s that I can put anything in this studio in my mouth.” Liam: “I mean, I’m right here.”
  • Liam: “I think we’re both a little competitive. (whispers) [Laura]’s more competitive.”
  • Taliesin describes Taryon as Scrappy Doo.
  • Out-of-context quote from Marisha: “I don’t want anyone to think I’m shitting on sommeliers.”
  • Brian: “This is my favorite episode of whatever the fuck this show is.”
  • Keyleth thinks it’s kinda nice that somebody is looking up to her a bit.
  • Vax has been spending more time with Grog because he wants him to be happy, and feels closer to him now that a lot of the tension between them has dissipated. Liam doesn’t trust Travis not to restart the prank war, though…
  • Taliesin describes Percy/Vex as “leaning positively into the bad decision.”
  • Liam points out that without Vex in his life, Percy might veer off into a Sith sort of direction. Taliesin is inclined to agree, and notes that, punk-rock as she is, Vex keeps Percy from going too dark.
  • Marisha points out that a lot of people coming to LA build a chosen family, which is what happened with their group. Liam: “Vox Machina is a family because we’re a family. It just bleeds through.” Taliesin notes that it seems like D&D should always veer in that direction, but he’s never had a game actually go that way to the extent that this one has.

After Dark:

  • Magical reappearance of Kit Buss!
  • Liam thinks it’s a toss-up between Vax, Keyleth, and Grog accidentally killing the Kraken. Vax: “I’m just gonna teach him a lesson– oh, he’s dead.”
  • Taliesin once dyed his hair half-black, half-white and braided it into a checkerboard.
  • Possibility of updated character art with the Vestiges!
  • Liam points out that the beauty of the show is that it shifts from deep and meaningful moments to goofy messing-with-friends moments on a dime. It’s simultaneously a very deep show and fundamentally a game.
  • Taliesin can see Keyleth as Yoda in the future. Marisha: “Yeah, totally!”
  • Everyone would love to see Kit’s take on Senokir and Raishan.
  • When Matt described Captain Adella, Kit thought of Zamira Drakasha from the Gentleman Bastards series.
  • Brian’s official ship names: Kevaxleth and VexPex.

don’t get me wrong, i love seeing those court of dreams + instagram edits, they’re GORGEOUS and often really clever, but like, i want to draw attention to the fact that there is 0 percent chance, realistically, that each and every one of them would have a perfectly balanced Aesthetic grid going on

The Court of Dreams + Instagram, For Realsies:

Rhys: assorted things he finds pretty (tending towards the abstract; probably thinks he’s A Photographer but isn’t) with needlessly overdramatic, sweeping, vague statements about feelings or love or life’s journey attached to each one. lots of pictures of Feyre with GUSHING PARAGRAPHS about how much he adores her.

Az: his profile just says “mor made me do this.” has posted exactly one picture and it’s of a cool cloud or something.

Cassian: WORKOUT SELFIES. hashtags about illyrianLYFE and The Grind. candids of Nesta looking annoyed captioned with 80 thirsty emojis. occasional low-tier memes well past their expiration date poached from some third-hand site like ifunny. comments on everything everyone else posts.

Mor: actually pretty aesthetic. posts The Most out of everyone. the OOTD, ~brunch and mimosas with the girls!~, killer selfies, Sephora Shopping Haul, etc kind of trendy poster. Also in this AU she has a cat and posts a shitton of pictures of the cat, and also Azriel with the cat.

Elain: Lots of flowers, some selfies, mushy quotes about positivity and friendship, but also that friend who cannot shut the fuck up about her relationship. “Nesta, I have to unfollow Elain,” Cassian says blearily over breakfast while scrolling through his phone. “My entire feed right now is pictures of her and Lucien kissing. She’s got song quotes under each one. I can’t do this.”

Lucien: Doesn’t have instagram, but spends all his time getting into fights about politics and his opinions about movies on twitter.

Nesta: Infrequent poster. mostly pics of places she travels to. takes some selfies of dramatic makeup looks she’s trying, and never smiles in any of them. there are occasional videos of Cassian being goofy, though, and MAYBE that’s her giggling in the background but she’d deny it.

Feyre: Actually a normal internet human. Posts her art, ~aesthetic~ photos of her studio, occasional pictures of her out with friends. There is the rare cute picture of rhys, captioned with something like “i guess I love this idiot” in hilarious contrast to his ramblings about her. (There are no selfies. Feyre’s not good at selfies. Mor has tried to teach her how to Work The Angles but Feyre feels too weird taking pictures of herself.)

Amren: I can’t believe people think Amren would have any social media at all. She’s like a combination of Rosa from B99 and Ron Swanson: “You people already know too much about me.”

Private Tutor - Teacher AU

Jimin sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Well, you’ve got another two days to finish it. Do you wanna meet up again tomorrow and we can try again to work on it then? Maybe…”

“No!” you interrupted, barely in control of your own voice. It was hard to tell which of you were more surprised by the sudden outburst. “I mean… I don’t want to leave. Not just yet.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, barely able to look you in the eyes. “You can stay then, if you want…”


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ORIGINS OF LUST ੭  YOONGI

Contains : CEO!yoongi, singledad!yoongi, babysitter!reader, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Suga/Min Yoongi

Words : + 3k

Summary : Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens. He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had every card in his hands, he controled everything.
But one thing that he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.

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Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours.
You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.

Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself.
Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists.
He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.

Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ?
Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?

Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin.
Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.

You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up.
The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.

You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.

A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.

“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.

“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.

Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.

“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands.
Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again.
You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.

Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you.
It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.

But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.

You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.

“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down.
You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”

“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.

But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw.
Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.

Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.

You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.

Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.

“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.

“Words.”, he harshly said.

“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.

“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.

His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.

“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.

“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.

“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.

“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean.
A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.

“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”

His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.

Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.

After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.

You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.

His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.

Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.

Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.

His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.

Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth.
Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”

Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt.
Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.

But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.

“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips.
Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.

Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.

“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.

Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.

You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open.
Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.

“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.

“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.

“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning.
A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”

“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving.
The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.

The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.

You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.

Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away.
As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you. Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.

“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.

Pulling your hand out of your panties, he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you.
His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.

His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers.
You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.

He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down.
“Yoongi.”
, you moaned, catching his attention.
Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.

“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.

“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”

Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.

“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth.
Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans.
Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.

Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.

Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release.
Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.

His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.

“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.


“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father.
Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight. 

She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.

The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.

He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.

He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.

On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.

Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms.
Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.

Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.

And his jaw dropped,

“Y/N ?”

Colour Porn Tutorial

The sweet @silvernightsky requested a coloring tutorial on this gifset of Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood in Shadowhunters. There are plenty of ways to achieve this effect, but today we’re trying to keep it simple ✌🏻✨

So today i’m going to show you how to go from this:

to this:

Here’s what you’ll need!
● Photoshop (I’m using Photoshop CS6)
● Basic knowledge on making gifs
● Please like/reblog if this post helped you in any way!
● If anything is unclear, don’t hesitate to ask
● Click ‘read more’ to view this tutorial

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