and so much of ~cleaning drafts






also the fact that he keeps nervously checking Viktor’s reaction makes my heart weak 

Yuuri is so brave I love him 

YoonJinKook Things
  • Yoongi and Jungkook help Jin bake cookies but Jungkook ends up eating a good portion of the batter because Yoongi’s weak for Jungkook’s pout and can’t tell him “no”. (Jin’s not amused at all and makes Jungkook and Yoongi clean the kitchen up after he’s done baking)
  • Jungkook uses “I’m going to tell Jin hyung,” as a threat whenever Yoongi locks himself in his studio and doesn’t eat or goes more than one night without- at the very least- some sleep. 
  • Shopping for groceries together (Jungkook always puts extra snacks into the shopping cart and even though Jin tells him to put them back at first, he eventually relents)
  • Yoongi and Jungkook love to “surprise” Jin on his birthday by making him breakfast in bed
  • Jin and Jungkook acting like complete dorks in public and Yoongi walking a few steps behind them, pretending that he has no idea who they are until Jungkook runs towards him, grabs his hand and drags him to look at something in the window of the manhwa store they just passed as Jin slowly trails behind with the brightest smile on his face.
  • Jin and Yoongi pushing their beds together so that Jungkook can sleep in the middle (Jungkook always trudges to Jin and Yoongi’s room when he has a nightmare or wakes up in the middle of the night feeling homesick)
  • Jin using the fact that he’s older than Yoongi to convince Yoongi to do things he doesn’t want to do and Jungkook snickering behind his hand when Yoongi ends up having to take Jin’s pink coat to the dry cleaners (Yoongi doesn’t understand why Jungkook’s laughing since Jungkook’s the one that drives him there)
  • Jungkook and Yoongi helping out with chores without Jin having to ask them
  • Jin and Jungkook making lunch boxes for all the members (Jungkook always sticks a post-it on Yoongi’s and writes some sort of positive message with a doodle of a bunny here and there)
  • All three of them sprawled on the couch with Jin sitting snug in the middle, gazes intently focused on the tv screen as they play Mario Cart. Yoongi and Jungkook start arguing when Yoongi throws a bomb at an unsuspecting Jungkook’s cart, Jungkook calling foul and the both of them jumping up from their seats, bickering as Jin sits calmly, completely ignoring them.
  • Yoongi rolling his eyes at Jin’s puns and the way Jungkook cracks up, face scrunching up adorably as he laughs
  • Jin cooking lamb skewers on special occasions
  • Yoongi and Jin constantly ruffling Jungkook’s hair, kissing his temples, patting him on the back and complimenting him because the maknae is too hard on himself 
  • Jungkook making fun of Yoongi because every time Jin blows him a kiss, he gets flustered and Yoongi grumbling about how Jungkook shouldn’t be talking since he’s the one that choked on his milk when Jin came home with freshly dyed blond hair. 

More Damage Than Good.

Anon Request: The reader is pregnant, so Frank tries to stay away because he thinks he’ll hurt her and the baby

Summary: Frank finds himself following the reader each night to make sure she is safe. On the eve of a party, he finally makes his presence known.

Words: 1256

Frank Castle had seen too much damage come from his own two hands. He’d seen them drenched in the sins and blood of other men, nearly as much as his very own.

No matter how hard he tried to, understand it, he couldn’t figure out how they had been granted the privilege of touching the woman before him. He felt an unshakable fear each time he did so.

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concept doodles for a fic i read a while back where Ahsoka was Anakin’s and Obi-wan and Padme’s foster kid and got into trouble with local organized crime while Anakin screamed in fear bc apparently I like pain and suffering and found family and more pain

Hate To Love You

Can you do a Thomas Jefferson one were the reader and him have a love hate relationship with each other but in the end they end up kissing and fluffy?

Requested by letssydneylove 

“I’m just saying (Y/N), you probably shouldn’t get involved in things like this. Women like you should be interested in cleaning and cooking.” Thomas announced as the both of you were looking through a rough draft of the Declaration of Independence. You wanted to help him write it and of course,he wanted to make some snarky remark. He knew that it would make you angry when he made the comment. 

“Thomas, if that’s what you truly think, you can go ahead and work outside.” You replied with venom in your voice. 

Thomas smirked and looked at you. “Aww, don’t you want to snuggle up on the bed together? It would be so much better than me sleeping all by myself outside. Don’t you think?”

“No.” You replied with a stoic face. 

“Oh, (Y/N) how you wound me so,” Thomas said over dramatically. 

You smiled and shook your head at Thomas’ antics. You knew him much too well to know that he was only making fun. However, it still bothered you at times. Which is always his goal to begin with. Thomas always loved to tease and attempt to get a reaction from you. Yes, having Thomas Jefferson as a lover was quite an interesting experience. 

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You smirked at what Thomas’ reaction would be. It was rather harmless, but you knew how much Thomas cared about his writing and work. You quietly walked closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. 

Thomas raised an eyebrow and turned around to look at you. As he turned around, you reached towards his desk and snatched his rough draft. Immediately running away with it. 

Thomas’ eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. 

“W-Wait! Get back here!” He called out to you, voice laced with slight panic. He began to chase you down the hallway. 

You giggled as you saw that he almost tripped over his own two feet while chasing you. You quickly turned a corner and hid yourself in one of the many rooms of the large house. As you hid yourself in the closet, you looked over the rough draft. A ghost of a smile made its way to your face as you read Thomas’ writing. Overall it looked very well done and it was without a doubt going to be passed when the final copy was to be made. It was a little sad, however, to see that there was nothing involving women’s rights on his draft. Perhaps it was best to take things one step at a time. Eventually, you knew that there would be more women’s rights. 

Thomas was looking through the rooms when he saw one of the servants dusting the paintings. 

“Excuse me, have you seen (Y/N) coming through here?” He asked with slight concern in his voice. 

The servant nodded and pointed to one of the rooms down the hall. Thomas thanked the servant and made his way to the room. He opened the door and heard a slight gasp coming from the direction of the closet. He sighed and shook his head. Thomas slowly made his way over to the closet. He grinned as he opened the door to find you and his rough draft in your hands. 

“Ha! I finally found you!” He exclaimed as he picked you up and spun you around. 

You laughed and pressed your lips to his. He kissed you back with great fervor. When the both of you pulled apart, you were both blushing like teenagers. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm just getting into the art world of Tumblr. I love your blog and you're one of my favorite fanartists. I was just wondering, what's the difference between a sketch and lineart? Like for commissions. Thank you!

Aw thank you Nonnie! Well the main difference is me actually cleaning it up or not. 

This would be an example of a sketch. Something quick that maybe takes 10-15 minutes at the most. Requires zero clean up and is basically a rough draft of what I’d do for something bigger (I normally use colored lines instead of just black for those)

This would be a lineart. It’s much cleaner and has a lot more effort put into it. Takes 30 minutes at minimum to finish without shading. And I get VERY picky about my lineart. So there you have it.

I was cleaning out my old drafts and ran into this one that I never finished.

Title: The belligerent Hufflepuff 

Mick Rory has never thought of himself as anything special until he receives his letter. He’s never shown any of the indications of magical ability that are so common for his age, but his mother just pats his head and tells him the owls never make mistakes. When he arrives at the platform, he’s even more aware of just how much he sticks out among the other kids. His size, his well-worn hand-me-down clothing and supplies, even his toad (found on the farm one day and named Matches) might as well hang a sign around his neck that says “I DON’T BELONG HERE”.

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.
—  Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

((Finally cleaning drafts and asks. I’m gonna drop near everything since I don’t really want to answer after so much time… the shame X-X I’ll reply to the ones I’m keeping in the next days, but I will center in getting those done and start new things for trying to get more motivation. As always, remembering you that work keeps me busy so if I don’t reply it’s that. And that I’m still trying to settle down, so I will be slow.

However, I’m officially back, hoping to last quite a while. I can’t believe I’ve kept so many followers. Thanks so much to you all, lovely beings.Specially to my baes: @skyvar @albusmortem & @nihilxm because I just love them so much.))

{{ so i just want to apologize on my part, i’ve been insanely busy ever since school started bc of all my extracurriculars.

that being said- im sorry for anybody waiting for a reply. i know i should be more active on here, but things have been getting super stressful, even outside of school as well.

therefore, if anyone’s waiting for a reply from me, please like this post. i probably it saved in my drafts, but you never know. }}

this has been in my drafts?? for so long?? why?? anyway i present: headcanons for domestic soutaku :’)))

  • takumi is constantly on souma’s case for not telling him when they’ve run out of milk/juice (esp after the weekends he goes to the store)
  • they own So Many plants to make up for the fact that they have an apartment without a huge backyard for gardening
  • takumi talks to the plants when he waters them every morning and souma loves listening to him do this
  • souma makes takumi breakfast in bed pretty much everyday
  • he only stops when they realise crumbs are hell to clean out of coffee stained sheets 
  • they cuddle on the couch for their sunday morning dramas
  • takumi has kicked souma off the bed more than once
  • their bed looks like a mini pillowfort from the piles of pillows+blankets bc a) takumi gets cold easily b) souma is a nasty lil blanket hoarder
  • souma interrupts takumi in the shower constantly (aka suddenly pulling back the shower curtain without any prior warning) for not very sexy reasons like “we’re out of hand soap” or “i can’t find the tv remote”. initially takumi would scream and throw stuff but he’s so used to it now he doesn’t even react. 
  • they can never agree on which side the toilet roll should be facing(under or over)
  • takumi forces souma to fold his own laundry
  • all their chairs have cute lil chair socks. souma is always taking them off to pop them on his toes and wiggle them to tickle takumi from under the table.
  • “do you think pigeons have feelings?” “its 2am and we have work tomorrow, souma.” “yeah but do they know fear? or are they fear?” “im exiling you to the living room sofa”
I'm Not That Girl
  • I'm Not That Girl
  • Alison Luff
  • 20th of April 2014
Alison Luff (1st National Tour, April 20th 2014) [last]

I only just discovered this lovely rendition of one of Wicked’s most underrated songs. Pay special attention to her “don’t start” and “I know”. There’s so much subtle emotion in this one, I really like it. Good job, Miss Luff. (x)

At last, I’ve had a quiet  free evening to sketch a new Childermass/Segundus art. As usual it’s  just a start and it will be much more clean and defined (and in color) in the end. This is just a draft to find the best angle, define the anatomy and the atmosphere in general. Childermass leaving with the first rays of a morning sun, partly because  he’s not used to stay in bed for long, for sure not with somebody he spent a night with, and also because he doesn’t want to compromise Segundus, ocasionally meeting someone.  And Segundus is awake and is willing to ask him to stay a little bit longer but doesn’t feel enough courage to say it out loud. 

Out of Control
   Hi I haven’t logged in in a few days but I swear I’m not dead.
   My birthday is just tomorrow (02/18) [well officially today as
   I’m writing this] and I have some friends coming up so I’ve
   been cleaning my whole apartment and I won’t be online much
   for the next 24 hours or so but I swear I haven’t forgotten about
   this blog. I’ll probably try to get to some drafts tonight and get
   back to regularly logging in by Monday (2/20)