because this was me testing coloring

anonymous asked:

Do you watch any other youtubers?

I recently pared down my subscription feed by a whole lot. There aren’t very many people that I watch every single day but my recs: 

- Presley Alexander - Brilliantly smart lgbtq eleven year old who does vlogs, science/education videos, is way into fandoms, discusses sexuality and current events with more clarity than most adults could dream of having, and has the best parents ever. She’s studying to take the GED test and taking college coding courses at the moment, so every video makes me feel a little more dumb but I love watching her grow. 
 
- Amy Lynn Thompson - Does lifestyle/homeware/makeup videos, but her personality is just so laid back and fun that I watch every single video no matter what. 

- Keira Rose - British vegan with sometimes very colorful hair. I started watching her regularly because she had pet rats, though she recent lost a lot of them (to natural causes) within a short period of time so I think she’s going to let the one she has now be her last. At this point I’m very fond of her personality so the rats aren’t the only draw. 

- Gone to the Snow Dogs/Snow Dogs Vlogs - A married couple with three huskies. The first channel features exclusively dog related videos, the second is their vlog channel (which obviously does also feature the dogs heavily, but also Jess and Jamie.)

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Boring me is dangerous.

i’m sorry for the retard, i had some test at school in those days ;w; 
BUT MOCHI NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU ahahah *sigh* ANYWAY after the mafia art most of you ask me about Kill so, after obtaining permission to draw him from buryooooo, HERE HE ISSSS ヾ(〃^∇^)ノ
I hope you like it! 

As i say Kill is a creation of @buryooooo​ , check her blog because it’s wonderful and she is such a great artisttttttt (✿ ♥‿♥)

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get to know me meme [6/30] female characters nyota uhura
“ and did i not, on multiple occasions, demonstrate an exceptional aural sensitivity, and i quote, ‘an unparalleled ability to identify sonic anomalies in subspace transmissions tests?’ “

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I painted some clouds this week~

the first one is just brushwork, wet blending, a little dry brushing to fuzz edges. the second one is kitty litter masking, which is why I included the process pictures. sprinkle kitty litter to mask off the very lightest parts of the clouds, lightly spray a thin color, wait for it to dry, then mask the next lightest parts and repeat until your whole cloud is masked and you can spray the sky color. (or brush in the sky, doesn’t much matter if it isn’t a translucent drop.) making a gradient test flat was helpful, because it told me how many spray passes it would take to reach a certain darkness.

kitty litter makes a really nice gradient and works well on translucencies - spray is your friend when you need light to filter through the fabric. it’s just hard to match a rendering because you can’t tell what your painting looks like under all that litter. you just have to trust it. usually, matching a rendering exactly is not necessary when it comes to clouds - it’s more important for the clouds to look organic and fluffy.

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What I love about this scene is that it means Natsume is, like, ridiculously OP. Because Matoba’s eyes are really, really good. In special chapter 15,* Matoba tests Natori’s vision by asking him about the color of a kimono that acts as a sort of litmus test for spiritual sensitivity. Natori sees it as red, which is “very powerful.” But it’s still less than what Matoba can see:

Part of me wants to laugh at the fact that this makes Natsume more or less a ludicrously overpowered shonen protagonist with the wrong temperament and stuck in the wrong genre, and part of me wants to wax philosophical about how much this says about his character and the series in general — he has no interest in joining a world where the amount of power he has is worthwhile, only in using that power to help others. 

*and I flip the sign back to “0 days since akitania last ranted about special chapter 15″

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Race to the Edge 30 Day Challenge Day 30: Screencap Redraw

i’m sad now because this is the last one!! T.T these last 30 days have been an amazing challenge for me to do. my time management as well as the endurance of my aching hand was truly tested, as well as my imagination. i can’t wait to do another 30 day drawing challenge!

anyways, it took a really long time to choose the right screencap to redraw. i wanted to choose one that not only had great composition and color, but was also from an episode that has great significance to me. so i chose a cap from the Zippleback Experience, which is definitely one of my favorite episodes in the whole show. it was fun to find out how different my drawing style is compared to the CGI models of the show. also, i end up drawing dark shadows no matter how hard i try. gotta work on that.

thank you all for following the RTTE challenge and a special thanks to those who also participated!

anonymous asked:

BASED ON THE PROPOSAL CAN YOU DO MARRYING ETHAN? THX

HELLO I INDEED CAN DO THIS

•eth wanting to participate in the wedding planning 100%

•CAKE TESTING WITH ETH

•"which of these frostings will look better when i smush it in your face?“
“Oh god im marrying a 10 year old”

•eth getting weirdly into picking napkin colors

•"i said DUSTY ROSE you gave me ANTIQUE MAUVE”
“Ethan chill”

•ETH BRINKING TEAMIPLIER TO HELP HIM PICK THE BEST SUIT

•amy and kat coming with you to pick out a dress

•amy and kat lowkey tearing up when they see you in your dress

•turning into a bridezilla but its ok because eth is a groomzilla

•THE ACTUAL WEDDING IS GORGEOUS

•the people gasp as you begin to walk

•ethan literally cries when you walk down the aisle

•eth thanking the universe for giving him such a beautiful partner

•ETHAN WRITES HIS OWN VOWS

•"I knew you were the one from the moment i saw your smile"

•ethans vows makin u cry

•"i’m so lucky i get to spend my life with the my favorite person on the planet"

•ETH DIPPING YOU TO KISS YOU FOR YOUR FIRST KISS AS A MARRIED COUPLE


This is getting long oops but lmk if you want a part two!!

So I’ve decided to make a new fatesona reference !! Yayyy ~

Except this isn’t done yet (I gave up on the coloring because how to even– QvQ)

When I have the time I’ll try to finish coloring this hopefully ;-;

more Star Trek nerds (thats right, i have even more than the normal two)

a little wip because this is going to take me forever and i was just testing out colors and stuff

This would be Jonah’s (biological) half-sister, who’s the captain of a ragtag cargo ship crew. She also has a twin brother. 

let me be your taste test
  • pairing: adam parrish x ronan lynch
  • setting: alternate meeting au
  • 1384 words

It’s ― it’s not weird, Adam claims later.

Ronan is ninety nine point nine percent sure that’s not true.

//

October 31st. Halloween. Obviously. Adam is trying to raise the dead.

He looks around, and there’s a sound.

There’s a guy standing there ― the kind of guy whose very presence demands attention. Frankly, he looks more like the kind of guy that ought to be raising the dead than Adam ― Adam is dust colored, wearing a frayed red sweatshirt and a Coca-Cola t-shirt, because not everyone is made of money and he is what he is ― but this guy ― he’s got a shaved head and a hooked, cruel grin, and there’s an intricate, dark tattoo that’s clearly visible on his shoulder and yeah, he looks a lot more like the kind of person that would be attempting necromancy on a particularly auspicious date. Yeah.

“Hey,” he says. Adam’s mouth goes dry. Of course. Of course this asshole has to have the kind of voice that makes his knees go weak.

“Hey,” Adam says back. Keep your chill, Parrish. Just trying to raise the dead over here.

“What are you doing?”

“Um.”

It’s not what it looks like, is the first thing that crosses his mind. But really ― it is. He’s got a trowel and a grease-stained bag of McDonald’s on the dirt next to him and is currently getting ready to slit his wrist to bleed on the grave so that the dead will have something to rise from. He settles for, “It’s probably not as bad as you think it is.”

There’s a pause, a stormy silence from the dark figure next to him. “If you’re doing what I think you’re doing then it is.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” It’s a challenge, when Adam asks. What does this stranger know exactly, and how can he use it?

The stranger shrugs. “Raising the dead.”

//

The first time he meets Adam, it’s in a graveyard on Halloween.

The second time, it’s in a gas station on November first.

Ronan can’t decide which is better.

//

Adam looks at the guy for a second. “You kind of ―”

“― hit the nail on the head?”

“Yeah.”

He stands there, knife in hand. He probably looks very threatening. “It ― it’s almost midnight.”

“So?”

“So I want to raise the dead. Can you ―”

“I’m not going to let you do something illegal ―”

“― not strictly illegal ―”

“― illegal enough ―”

“― c’mon, I have to ―”

“Why?”

That stops Adam. Why? Gansey had asked him. Blue had asked him. He hadn’t answered. “I have to,” he says, even though now, it feels less like obligation and more like want.

“Who?” the stranger asks, nodding towards the grave. “Parents?”

Adam scoffs. “As if.”

“Not parents.”

“If it were, I’d probably have been the one to put them there.”

“Oh.” The stranger sits down. “Continue.”

Adam does ― picking up the trowel to dig a hole for the offering and placing the McDonald’s bag into it. He hears the stranger stifle a laugh.

“Christ,” the stranger says.

“What?” Adam asks, annoyed. “I can only do this once every thirty two years, so make it snappy.”

“You’re shoving a fucking Happy Meal ―”

“― it’s a Big Mac ―”

“― into a fucking hole to raise the fucking dead ―”

“― quite a lot of fuckings for just one sentence ―”

“― and I don’t know your fucking name.”

“Adam,” he says finally. “You?”

“Ronan. Lynch. Whatever. Call me whatever.”

“Hi, whatever. I’m Adam.”

Ronan grins, knife-like and cold. “Nah, man. Call me Ronan.”

//

Ronan ― he likes the aesthetic of his relationship with Adam. They go to abandoned churches on weekends for dates and hold hands while sitting on rotting pews and collect pheasant feathers for Adam’s rituals and they race in his car and this year for Beltane they’re going to guide his father’s cows through two tiny fires and ―

He likes it, is what he’s saying.

He’s just not sure that’s all he wants.

//

He tries to perform the ritual.

He tries, but ― everything ― it sort-of goes wrong. The clouds cover the moon, and the Big Mac’s soda spills before he can pour it with his incantations, and his knife isn’t sharp enough to make the cut.

When all’s said and done, Adam flops down on a rock. “Damn,” Ronan says. “Sorry, man.”

Adam sighs. “Yeah. It’s ― it’s alright. I can try to do it again in thirty two years.”

Ronan laughs. “You still gonna be doing this in thirty years?”

“Hope so. I’m the magician. It’s sort of ― what I do.”

“Got time for gas station coffee with all that?”

Adam sneaks a look at Ronan, who is dangerous and beautiful in the faded, grey moonlight covered by the clouds. “Yeah. I ― I think I do.”

“So,” Ronan says. “Do you ― think maybe we should clean up?”

Adam stares at him for a second ― then laughs. Of course the guy that asked him out for coffee after his dead-raising ritual had failed would be the only guy who would ever ask anyone out after attempted necromancy to want to fucking clean up afterwards. “Sure,” he says, and he feels as light, light as air because Ronan ― no, this ― it’s going to work.

They pick up the Big Mac and Adam’s knife and try to fix the gravestone so that it stands upright again, and Ronan packs in dirt with the tiny, tin trowel while Adam holds the gravestone upright. He wipes off the knife and stands up. His jeans are probably filthy and covered with damp earth, but Adam ― he could care less.

“Let’s go,” Ronan says. “And we’re taking my car.”

Adam hadn’t expected Ronan to have a bright orange Camaro ― maybe a Prius, or a minivan, or a Corvette, or a BMW ― and Ronan laughs at the surprise etched into his face. “I borrowed my friend’s.”

“This friend ― Richard Campbell Gansey the third, right?”

“Right,” says Ronan. “How do you know him?”

“Um,” says Adam. He’s still startled by the sudden appearance of Gansey’s car. “I think I’m his magician?”

“That ― explains a lot.”

“Who are you?”

“His poet,” Ronan says, and his voice fades off, like the fog above them. “In a way.”

They drive to the only gas station in Henrietta that’s open twenty four seven and Ronan is fast ― Adam doesn’t think he’s even briefly lightened up on the gas pedal, and his hand is on the stick shift and after a pause, Adam puts his hand there too.

The moment ― yeah, moment ― is only interrupted by the squawking sound from the back of the car. Adam jumps. “You have a raven. You have a fucking raven,” he says in disbelief.

Ronan laughs. “Meet Chainsaw.”

//

Gansey is happy for them, Ronan knows. It just ― sometimes it comes out in skeptical questions and raised eyebrows. You met how? You did what? Of course, he doesn’t say anything, just judges silently while him and Blue go on normal dates to the movies and don’t kiss and he brings her home promptly at eleven.

Either way, uniqueness is inherent in both of their relationships and maybe that’s why they work.

//

The gas station. Three in the morning, November first.

Ronan has his mouth around a straw and his tongue is bright red. There’s an icy film of water over the cup. Adam hadn’t expected him to purchase a gas station quality cherry slurpee.

He sips at his coffee while the cashier gives them suspicious looks, and Ronan sucks at his cherry slurpee and asks Adam what he does when he’s not trying to raise the dead. “Fix cars. Go to school.”

He’s pretty certain that he’s not imagining the change in Ronan’s expression at that. “Cars, you say?”

Adam grins. This, he’s certain, is the start of something good.

//

The first time Ronan kisses Adam, he tasted like a cherry slurpee and his mouth was ice-cold. They stood in a gas station with a condescending cashier and the scent of gasoline on their wrists, their clothes. Adam kissed him back.

He thinks about that a lot, too.

the problem with ADD is that is doesn’t look the same on everyone who has it. so no one will ever truly have it figured out & no one will ever fully understand it. I’m 27 & I still am figuring out everything that bothers me or calms me.

like how the windshield wipers on cars drive me crazy, every time they swipe it’s like a reset button is hit in my brain. every. time.
my planner and notes have to be brightly colored or I overlook everything in it.
If I don’t write it down myself/make it myself/drive there myself I will instantly forget anything and everything.
I leave the tv on while I study because when I take tests I can recall information faster by pairing it with a scene that was on while I read that specific information.

Other people may have ADD but have none of those same quirks, so it’s hard for people without ADD to ever fully understand what it’s like. I also think this is why some people think ADD is “made up” because it’s so different for everyone who has it.

I’ve met one person who completely understands my thought process no matter what the situation. and I tell ya it’s the most amazing feeling when you don’t have to try and explain your thought process to someone!!

since I’m on this focused insomnia ramble I’ll also add that’s it’s really irritating when people ask if you’re off your meds because you’re acting a certain way. Or if you’re in your meds because you’re acting a certain way. It’s a lose/lose situation. People get concerned when you’re too mellow and focused but they also get concerned when you’re too chatty and hyper.

And I don’t even want to get started on the appetite nonsense. My doctor wouldn’t keep prescribing my meds if my weight or overall health was at risk!! this is one issue people never fully understand. No, it’s not fun to lose weight when you’re losing it because food has lost all taste. and when I’m picking at my food it’s not because I’m not hungry, it’s because I’m trying to talk myself into taking another bite and force feeding myself because I know I have to eat but my mind doesn’t want to.

Mehhh.
@adhd-is @adhdfeels @adhd-community @adhdthoughtsandfeels

Pulling Pigtails

Pairing: Keith/Lance (Klance)

Words: 1,943

Based on this post

On Ao3

Soulmate AU where your skin changes color wherever your soulmate touches it.

Summary: Lance didn’t hate Keith, not really. But being stuck in detention with a pen twirling addict was starting to test his patience.


Lance didn’t hate Keith. No, hate definitely wasn’t the right word. Actually -though he wouldn’t say it out loud- he held a sort of reluctant respect for his classmate. Part of that respect may have been stipend to Keith’s arm muscles that loved to make unexpected appearances in class whenever Keith decided to take off his jacket, but that was beside the point.

Lance supposed in all reality he couldn’t have much of an opinion on the guy. As much fun as bickering with Keith was, they could barely be considered more than acquaintances. After all, they didn’t sit together at lunch, or talk between classes, or interact at all outside of school unless a mutual friend roped them into a three-way hangout where both boys unspokenly agreed to stay on opposite sides of Shiro as to not spoil the get together with unnecessary arguing.

This arrangement of avoidance and only semi-annual quarrels seemed to work perfectly well for both boys. Lance was quite content with being annoyed by Keith from afar, where he could both admire Keith’s obnoxiously good looking body and glare at his stupidly attractive face without so much as a hint that he was doing so.

Unfortunately, that subpar relationship couldn’t stay that way for long, since their English teacher got a wild hair up her butt and decided to give both Lance and Keith detention for one of their little arguments that may have taken place directly in the middle of another student’s presentation.

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i always laugh when i read that post about what color binder people use for different subjects in school because i was that bitch who shoved everything into one binder despite my repeated attempts at trying to be organized. one binder that was so overfilled that it barely closed. history notes on one side of a page and math problems on the other. frantic flipping through my papers before every big test. never a piece of homework turned in that wasn’t dogeared at the corners.

shout out to all my other unorganized ppl who could never in a million years have kept track of 8 separate color coded binders. i feel u.

Recently I’ve been kind of at war with myself on how I should go about studying for Bio…on one side I like taking notes like this, because it helps me understand what I’m reading, but at the same time it’s so time consuming that I feel like I should just go spend my time more wisely, you know? “Work smarter, not harder” is something that I still haven’t fully understood 😂