but i felt like making it

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a big fan and I have a strange ask if you don't mind answering it. I'm an artist myself; I'm making a portfolio for art school but lately it's been difficult for me to produce work. I feel intimidated to start sketchbooks in fear of messing up and digital art because I suck at it. Anything else I put too much thought into planning and getting it right the first try that I end up making nothing. Do you have any tips on how to overcome what I'm going through? Has it happened to you before?

Strangely, I have felt this numerous times. Right now especially. It’s kind of like art block, but I think its more about fear of ‘making mistakes’ and being in a rut of creativity.

As a kid, I used to draw RELENTLESSLY. All day, everyday, whenever I could, wherever I could: in class, in textbooks, in exercise books. It didn’t matter. I was always drawing from this constant stream of seemingly endless creativity and imagination. I loved it.

When I first picked up watercolour, I decided to get a sketchbook so I could start sketching pictures and practicing watercolour by painting things, not really putting much planning or thought into it. I would just sketch and practice freely in this sketchbook, because I wanted to document my progression, mistakes, successes, experiments – all of it!
Then when that one was finished, I started my next one, my ‘2016′ one. And with every sketchbook since, I have increasingly become more careful with my ‘sketches.’ These sketchbooks are becoming less of a sketchbook, and more like an artbook. It’s gotten to that point where I’m scared of messing up a sketch and it’s terrifying. I admit, it’s also because all of a sudden I feel this pressure to show not stuff-up, and hide my flaws. I even sometimes plan or think out what I’m going to draw, and I hate that, because it’s not my natural workflow. Sometimes, like you, I can’t get it right so I end up making nothing too, and that frustrates me so DAMN much!

To tackle it, recently I’ve decided to step back a bit, and start from scratch, to sketch like I used to as a kid. I bought a crappy little small sketchbook, and I’ve been doing just quick pencil sketches and trying to let my mind run free like it used to. I give myself a few hours to plug in, and just draw whatever in hopes I can  get over my fear of ‘being perfect’ and of making mistakes. These are after all, meant to be sketches. My mind isn’t as wild as it used to, its legs are maybe a bit worn out from not exercising as much. 

But, I think if you, and I, keep exercising our creative brains again and give ourselves the time to let them wander through pencil and paper, we can start filling up those sketchbooks again like we used to!


Recently, I’ve been rummaging through early chapters of Naruto to see if I could find anything interesting and I actually did.

So, right after Naruto and Sasuke kiss in chapter 3, there’s this panel:

Sakura calls Naruto “annoying” because it seems like she doesn’t know that the kiss was an accident. 

Later on, in the same chapter, this scene takes place where Sakura tells Sasuke that Naruto doesn’t have any parents so he does a lot of bad things. Sasuke, being in the same situation as Naruto, feels angry about the way she describes an orphans life and tells Sakura that she is “annoying”

I’m sure that Sasuke heard Sakura calling Naruto annoying and now she was insulting him (as well as Sasuke, unintentionally.)

It makes me think that Sasuke wanted Sakura to feel the way Naruto felt, when she called him annoying, because Sasuke understands Naruto’s pain. Sasuke hurts when Naruto hurts. It’s a small but important scene because we know that during all this time, Sasuke always had his eyes on Naruto and in this scene he was standing up to Naruto. Even if it was subconscious.

My significant other motivates me, and so should yours. If you need time for yourself or to make yourself better. You can do the things you need to.
They teach me what they’ve learned, allow me to work, see the things I can do and he pushes me to the good things and vice-versa.
I see them more like a soul and I’ve accepted things in life. I’m just happy I’ve found someone to see a future with, that I can tell people about. Share advice, knowledge, and thoughts.
There’s so much future. If you don’t motivate, carry, and take care of the things you love, express/support them and your relationship then nobody probably will. I’m straight, and in love. I’m dreaming for all of you too.

anonymous asked:

Melly you should feel second hand embarrassment for Bella. She is the one who drew Zayn's eyeball. The cat dog is Gigi's drawing for Zayn. Check Bella's IG story. It's Gigi's birthday and her family should do something for Gigi, but instead Bella is painting Zayn's eyeball and Gigi is painting a Cat dog for Zayn. Yolanda really hasn't raised them right. They are so embarrasing! PS: Why is Bella hanging out with zigi lately. Last time she was their awkward third wheel at the TommyGigi party.

I honestly looked at the wall of Zayn drawings (which, its Gigith’s birthday? Why is everyone making drawings for Zayn?) and then felt the secondhand embarrassment overcome me and had to x out it was too much and I didn’t even the right snacks to deal. 

I’m not even embarrassed for Bella, I’m embarrassed that Yolanda  is orchestrating this amateur hour shit and having Gigith - a supermodel right now - go around looking like a modern day Jan Brady with her boyfriend George Glass:

Complete with the implied flower sending:

Kris Jenner would NEVER. Get your shit together, Yolanda.

I’ve been thinking of doing another daily draw project (especially since I haven’t really drawn in ages and that makes me sad) but instead of theming it after something specific (like I did with Viva Pinata) or too open ended (like I tried to do before but stopped after 3 days). Instead, I want to merge it with a sort of positivity project and draw one thing I love/that makes me happy everyday. That way it’s open-ended but still has direction, plus it’s probably good to focus on at least one happy thing a day.

Not sure if/when I’ll do it but I’m going to wait and see how this week goes (since it’s the first week I’ll have a consistent schedule) so I can get a picture of when I’d be able to draw during the day

Last night I had a horrible reaction to Flagyl, an antibiotic my GI doctor prescribed me for SIBO. I had started it on Thursday and was feeling pretty lousy on it ever since, but it was something I figured I could just deal with until last night. 

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt that horrible. I had the worst headache of my life and I felt nauseous, fatigued and foggy. I actually wound up vomiting twice, and I never vomit. I was freaking out. I called the on-call doctor and she told me that those symptoms were in line with what can be expected from Flagyl, but advised me to come off of it right away anyway. I had Ryan check the internet (because I knew checking it myself would stress me out even more) and he confirmed that there were many people who had taken Flagyl and said they felt like they had been “poisoned.” That’s the perfect way to describe how I felt. 

This now makes two antibiotics I can’t take, amoxicillin being the other one. I took amoxicillin once and was up all night with the worst stomach cramping I’ve ever had. My body is the worst. 

I’ve been trying to take it easy today, drinking lots of water. Flagyl has a half-life of 8 hours, which is pretty short, but everything I’ve seen says it can take up to 48 hours to completely exit the system. I just want it out of me. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I like Demi's version of Irresistble?? What's the big deal why do you hate her

i never said i hated her lmao my problem with demi in irresistible is the fact that the song was perfectly fine without her already. she was really only included on it because it was an unexpected fourth single from the album and it added a big name for radio attention + pete generally likes to coerce or talk collaborations like we see in the make america psycho again album and they’re also friends. i’m not a particular fan of how she sings (she’s a wailer but to each their own) and her voice doesn’t synchronize with patrick’s whatsoever, so it’s awkward and clear the song wasn’t originally made to include her in it

not to mention her whole “i love the way i hurt you” line was literally the worst thing, the whole addition was a mess


Summary: Danny reflects on his unique friendship with Arin, not wanting the Gru//mp session to end.

Genre: Fluff, Sleepy Gameplay, Heart-to-Heart

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you guys like this! It’s a cute lil reflection of Danny’s thoughts about his friendship with Arin. It’s supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy. Please let me know what you think!

That was always the funny thing about Arin.

He felt like home.

Danny sat back, stretching his arms behind his head as he watched his best friend snarl at the screen. His character, Link, jumped around for a helpless moment before falling onto the ground, defeated. Arin groaned and commented on the poor control system of the game.

He was only half listening. He watched as Arin picked up the game again, this time cracking a comment about Shadow Ganon’s weird nose and Zelda’s inability to help out his character–named Quaff or something equally as ridiculous.

Danny laughed offhandedly, studying the details of Arin’s face. Both men had been extremely busy lately. They hadn’t had a Gru//mp session in almost two weeks–they’d kept having to post Ste//am Tra//in videos to keep the slots filled.

As a consequence, they’d been at it almost all day playing various games. Sometimes he played, sometimes Arin did. But it was nights like this, where it was getting to be almost too late and they were hyped up on caffeine and sugar, where Danny found himself to be completely enjoying life.

His tongue still held the taste of his Skittles and his back was sore from sitting for so long, but he couldn’t have been happier. His throat felt mildly scratchy from laughing so much.

But it wasn’t just the sugar high or the sheer hilarity of the moment that made this so memorable for Danny–it was being able to spend some quality time with Arin. As cheesy as that sounded–even to himself–it was goddamn true.

Danny loved Arin. Arin loved Danny. It was one of the most obvious and accepted things in the Gru//mp Space. Sure, Brian and Danny were very close friends and partners, Suzy was Arin’s wife and they loved each other, but Danny and Arin had a bond no one else could touch.

He really loved that. He loved that he had a friendship so special it was coveted by everyone. Anyone who’d met Arin knew how charismatic and funny the guy was. Honestly, it felt like a fucking honor just to be considered Egor//aptor’s friend.

But Arin was so much more than Egoraptor. He was Arin. It was impossible to describe to anyone that didn’t know him. Arin just had an aura about him–something that made your chest swell and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Danny knew this all too well. If he was with Arin, everything was amazing. He could laugh, he could cry, he could be himself, and nothing would ever change the bond that had formed between the two men.

When Arin joked, Danny was the first one to laugh. When Danny needed someone, Arin was the first person he called. When they were getting ready to record, both just relaxed and prepared for a few hours of pure enjoyment.

His eyes traced Arin’s brown eyes, knitted in concentration, down his scruffy chin to his broad shoulders and his messy shoulder-length hair. The musician smiled fondly.

“Dude, you didn’t tie your hair up again.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot.” Arin murmured, twisting his arms as if that would help him defeat Shadow Ganon. “Fuck, dude!”

“Here, I’ll tie it for you.” Without waiting to hear Arin’s reply, Danny scooted over and pulled back almost all of Arin’s hair. It was very soft, which he’d expected, since Arin washed it every day, and glossed through his fingers like water. Danny couldn’t help but to marvel at it for a moment, since he could never do this to his own wild curls.

Arin waited patiently, not paying him much mind since he was focused on the battle. Danny continued pulling back the rest of his hair, taking his sweet time. Because, honestly, he’d really, really missed Arin through the last couple weeks and texting him wasn’t the same at all.

“You good, dude?” Arin asked absently as Danny released a small sigh.

“Yeah. I just really fucking missed you.” Danny replied honestly, twisting the blonde streak through his fingers.

Arin nodded, biting his lip in frustration as his character died again. “Me too, man.”

Danny’s chest felt full. He’d honestly been so grouchy the last couple of days, and it had shown. Brian had finally stopped a NS//P writing session in exasperation, saying, “What is up with you? You’ve been turning into Gru//mp instead of Not-So-Gru//mp lately!”

At the mention of Game Gru//mps, Danny’s face had lifted slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes. “If you miss Arin, just get a fuckin’ Gru//mp session scheduled already. Or go hang out with him. Whatever. You’re going through Arin withdrawals.”

And Danny had nodded, because Brian was right (he always was) and everyone knew about Arin and Danny’s friendship and how much it meant to both of them. He had nothing to be embarrassed about–this sort of thing was normal.

And Arin, obviously, felt the same way.

Danny had been so happy to see him, he’d just stood there and positively beamed with joy when he’d run into the Grump Space that morning and saw Arin sitting behind his desk, editing something.

Arin had looked up at him and his eyes had lit up too, because he’d missed Danny just as much and they’d shared a big hug amidst Ross’s playful jeerings.

Everyone knew how close they were. Danny had never had a friendship like Arin’s in his whole life. He hoped Arin knew just how much he meant to him.

And now, running his long fingers through Arin’s hair and watching Arin finally beat the boss, he felt more at home than he ever had before.

Arin grinned. “Got him! Finally!” his eyes fell to the timer. “I think it’s about time for next time on–”

Danny panicked a little. If they ended this recording session, he’d have to go home. He’d have to say goodbye to Arin until they cleared enough time in their busy schedules to hang out again.

He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

In his agitation, his fists clenched and Arin’s sentence was cut off by his yelp of surprise. “Dude, what’re you pullin’ my hair for?”

Danny blinked and released the silky hair in front of him as Arin turned to give him a curious look. The recorder was still on. They were still filming.

“We’ve still got time!” Danny blurted, eyes darting to the timer. “Another minute! Then we can do next time on Game Grumps!”

“Aww,” Arin groaned, but lifted the controller again. “Alright, Danny. Caught me slackin’ off, didn’t you?”

Arin’s tone was teasing and drawn out, which relaxed the older man. They weren’t done. He’d get to spend some more time with his friend.

“Zelda’s not much help, is she?” Danny joked, tentatively reaching back out to pull Arin’s hair back again.

Arin snorted. “Nah. She just likes to watch you suffer, y’know.” He lifted his pitch, imitating Zelda’s voice. “Oh, Quaff! Watching you die over and over again is really doin’ it for me!”

Danny laughed, tugging a bit on a small knot in the hair. He, too, imitated the princess’s voice. “You being impaled by Ganon? Mmmm….that’s the shit!”

Arin laughed loudly, letting out a small cackle, and Danny felt a goofy grin overtaking his features, feeling slightly proud of himself. He always felt like this whenever he got Arin to laugh. He chalked it up as a victory.

“Geez…I missed you, buddy,” Arin remarked once he caught his breath, making his character leap into the next temple.

Danny pressed his lips together to repress the glow of joy spreading through his body up to his face. He grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, Arin, you know I love it when you talk to me like that!”

Arin chortled, glancing at the timer. “Much as I’d like to pursue that train of thought, Dan, we gotta end the episode.”

Danny deflated slightly, seeing that they had actually gone over time and really needed to stop. “You’re right. Next time on Game Gru//mps.”

Arin yawned his approval before leaning forward to switch everything off, pulling his hair away from Danny’s grip. He shuffled back to the other side of the couch, watching his friend fiddle with the microphone before standing up and stretching.

“Aw, man, dude, I got sore from sitting for so long.”

Not hearing a witty reply, Arin turned to look at Danny, who was watching him intently with the saddest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, buddy?” Arin sat beside him, forehead creasing. “Everything okay in Sex//bang land?”

Danny stared at him, letting himself take a moment to appreciate the concern reflected on Arin’s face before replying timidly. “Um…do you mind if…we just hang here for a minute?”

Arin’s head tilted slightly. “Like here on the couch?”

“Yeah,” Danny mumbled. “It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while and I don’t want to go home yet and I missed you a lot.”

The younger man’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Sure, Dan. We can kick back and just talk for a while. I like talking to you.”

So Arin sat back on the couch and Danny threw his legs over his friend’s lap and they laughed at the ridiculous things that had happened to them today and Danny had never felt warmer, drawing a blanket around himself.

As it got late and their voices dwindled to soft tones, Danny felt his eyes drooping as he snuggled into the couch. His voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure if Arin heard him: “D’you think we’ll be friends forever, Arin?”

There was a small silence and Danny was about to check if Arin had fallen asleep when he heard the soft reply: “Even longer, Danny.”

It was the last thing Danny remembered before waking up the next morning with the sun filtering into the Gru//mp Space and Arin tucked underneath him, still fast asleep.

That was the funny thing about Arin.

He always felt like home.

anonymous asked:

“Look me in the eyes when I talk to you.” 2p America

“Look me in the eyes when I talk to you.”

Allen pulled the chain that was cuffed in her right leg , he pulled harshly that it made her fall to the ground, landing really hard on her knees, making her yelp. “Loot at  me !”, Allen said as he started pulling the chain towards him. “Allen stop!Stop!”, (s/o) was clawing at the ground as she felt a sharp pain in her leg as he kept pulling the chain, she felt like her leg was been pulled apart from her body. “ALL I DO FOR YOU!YOU’RE SO SELFISH!I ASK YOU FOR ONE THING BUT YOU DON”T OBEY!CAN”T YOU SEE!I DID THIS FOR US!YOU SHOULD OF ONLY JUST GIVE IN DOLL!”, Allen was in a rage as he already had (s/o) to his feet, (s/o) looked up at him with tears, he just grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up.

“LOOK AT ME !LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE!”, Allen was at his point , he was a mess, his eyes were all crazy looking as his hands were trembling, he lifted his hand ,  and as (s/o) look away expecting a slap in the face but was surprised as she felt a soft touch in  her cheek.She looks back to see Allen crying , “Please look at me !Please….please look at me , only at me , never take your eyes off me ….”, his lip trembled as he let go of her arm.He smiled as tears came out of his eyes and kissed her forehead as he left the room, but without grabbing his bat and locking the door shut.Let’s just say he went to go take care of people who will or can get in his way.

So I know a lot of us use self deprecating humor as a coping mechanism (I do it too) but….I think at a certain point, you have to really think about if constantly calling yourself worthless trash is doing more harm than good. Because if that’s the only way you ever talk about yourself, your confidence will never improve. For years I felt like worthless garbage and just kept telling myself that I would only have worth once I did this thing or accomplished that thing…make this grade, graduate college, get that job…but it’s never enough. I would meet my goals and then just set new goal that I had to accomplish before I was ‘good enough.’ I could never do enough to earn worth. It was a never ending cycle, and through it all I always talked badly about myself, always referred to myself as trash. And at a certain point, I realized I was just stuck in an endless loop of negativity, that the problem was really all in my head, and I was only making it worse with my constant self depreciation.

I’m not saying you can’t talk about yourself that way because sometimes that’s how you cope, but sometimes you have to stop and try really hard to see the good in you and embrace that. It doesn’t have to be big things. It can be that you’re kind to animals, or you can cook really good cookies, or you’re loyal to your friends, or you’re passionate about your hobbies, or you’re good at apologizing and admitting when you’re wrong, or you’ve been strong enough to survive some really hard times. There are good things in you, but sometimes seeing them for yourself can be a lot of hard work, especially when you struggle with self esteem issues and/or mental illness. But I promise you, there are good and beautiful things in you. When you feel like worthless trash, try to look deep and find those things.

You have to try, because it will never get better on its own. You won’t just magically wake up loving yourself one day. It’s something you have to devote effort to. It’s okay if you aren’t ready to do it right now, but it’s something you should think about working on. Work on speaking more kindly to yourself, about yourself. It’s taken me years, but for the first time in my life, I LIKE me. I still have bad days, but for the most part, I feel like I’m a decent person who’s worth my space in the world. Getting to this point took hard work and lots of introspection, but it’s so worth it. Please, try to find the good in yourself, try to see your own strengths. That’s how you grow.

anonymous asked:

He doesn't think of you as "once a peasant"! Trust me when I say you've got him wrapped around your finger.

‘’Wrapped around my finger?’’

‘’Is that so. It is a good thing to know then.’’

‘’But still..I am not used with this whole ..’ring the bell and get the food’thing. Being a peasant all my life, I was taught that I should always be the one cooking for my loved one, just like a woman should ,and since I am the one titled ‘the queen’ which is a woman title,I guess that I am the ‘woman’ in the relationship (though I’ll be versatile).It is hard to get comfortable with that and it just felt like I didn’t fulfilled my duty and it saddens me too.After all, I’ve cooked all my life imagining that I can make my lover delicious dishes after he’d come from work exhausted to comfort him.(typical peasant dream)’’


MC MOODBOARD: I was in the mood to make a moodboard ( no pun intended ) for Yukimura’s MC since I’ve literally played his route 4 times in a row now LOL I wonder if the donuts gave it away. While she wasn’t my favorite MC, I found the idea of having to wait for your lover without ever knowing if he’d come back, to be incredibly lonely and even nerve-racking. I sort of made this on a whim so if it doesn’t …. make sense (?) just… enjoy the aesthetics. Ignore this description v(^-^ “)v

わかるけれど どこかで待ってるよ
wakaru keredo dokoka de matteru yo
somewhere in my heart, I’m still waiting for you

名前も 消せず
namae mo kesezu
unable to erase your name

This post is gonna be kind of long so I figured this way would likely be easier on your guys rather than multiple messages through the inbox :) (if you feel like it’s not relevant or that the time is passed its okay to ignore it ^^0 )

In regard to the topic of doctors and the medical profession I thought I’d share a story of my own.

A little while after I had first graduated from college was when the economy first took a massive hit here in the US; I was fresh out, no experience, massive debt, and suddenly no jobs in my field. The depression I’ve struggled with my entire life got crazy bad and everything fell apart, one of the side effects was that I gained a lot of weight, and at the time that just seemed to make it worse, I felt like my body was a reflection of what a mess my life had become, and that it was just as disgusting. I got very self-conscious and tried to hide my body even more than I had when I was thin (I’ve always had self-image issues). Because my college had been away from home I hadn’t been able to go see my doctor as regularly as I should have been and I was dreading having to go, expecting that the first thing they’d do was inform me of how fat I was, that I needed to lose weight, that I’d be lectured, like a child who’s done something they knew they shouldn’t have done but did anyway.

Finally, I had no choice, my BC prescription had run out and the insurance would not cover more without a visit to the doctor. So I made an appointment, squared my courage, and went.

I remember feeling extremely anxious when I first got there, sitting in the waiting room, feeling like everyone must surely be judging me, that just by looking at me they must know what a disaster I was, how gross I was. Then came the dreaded call from the nurse, the walk to the exam room, stand on this scale, stand by this measuring tape, take off your clothes, put on this gown, paper in your lap, the doctor will be with your shortly. I sat and I waited, trying to come up with something to tell her because I was fully expecting the accusatory, “we both know you did something bad, what are you planning to do about it?” tone when she’d inevitably ask about my gained weight. Then she arrived, smiled and said hello, took my blood pressure, did my exam. When she was done, she picked up my chart and asked if the nurse had already done my weight and height. Though that wasn’t the exact question I had been expecting my brain decided that this was just her being polite so I awkwardly stammered, “Oh! Um yeah, she did.” she then said, “Are there any changes I should know about? Anything new?” and my brain, still on this anxiety ridden track supplied the helpful answer of, “I uh… well ah, my weight… I guess it’s kind of much?” and she looks at me like I hadn’t said anything in English because really that had nothing to do with what she’d actually asked me. “I’m sorry?” “yeah, so… I’ve just been really bad, junk food you know? Just gotta run more I guess?”

She looked at me all confused and asks me why I feel like I need to do that, and I was so taken back by that I just blurted out, “Cause I’m fat…The BMI says I’m much too overweight… and that’s… bad? It’s not healthy.” Then she laughs, and tells me, no, asks why I’d looked at the chart, and I told her how I’d gained so much weight all of a sudden and that I’d try really hard to get rid of it. Then she then said something I didn’t expect. She told me I was fine. That there was nothing wrong with me. That I was completely healthy. She asked if I was having trouble breathing, I said no, she asked if it hurt to stand, I said no, she asked if I was no longer capable of doing the things I liked to do, and I said no, and she told me that unless my life was in danger and she was absolutely 100% positive that my weight and weight alone was the cause that wouldn’t tell me to lose weight, that there was no reason I had to try and loose weight unless I wanted to. She told me that my body was my own and the only thing that she, as a doctor, had the right to tell me, was steps to keep it healthy the way I wanted to, not to judge me, or dictate what my choices should be. She said that I was an adult, I had every right to care for myself the way I wanted, even if other people didn’t like my choices, even if she didn’t like my choices, even if they really were bad for me, even if I made the worst choices in the world, that it was still my choice. That’s what being an adult means, making your own choices and being responsible for them.

I don’t really think I believed her when she’d told me that, at least not at the time and definitely not right away, but I found over time that it would pop up more and more often in my head. That there was nothing wrong with my body, and that even if there was, it wasn’t other people’s call to make. I think that played a big part in my climb back out of the hole my depression threw me in. My body doesn’t belong to other people. It’s mine, no one else has the right to it, no one else can tell me what to do with it.

I think that was the most important thing a doctor ever told me.

axellenobody  asked:

As someone who is under the trans umbrella (im NB/Genderfluid) i felt like your Genderbend rocket drawing was fine, the term can be taken as transphobic IF you pull the anime trope and make the girl with Giant tits or the guy like buff as hell with a beard. Your drawing was great rep IMO of andgroinous desisgn. I found no offence to it and I also felt your responce to the anon was well done, :3

Yeaaaah not a fan of the over the top stereotypes. I’m glad you thought sooo. But again, it is one heck of a gray area and if it makes a trans person uncomfortable then that’s just how it is and their reaction to the drawing is valid.

This scene

got me like

beacause it made me understand just how deep did Agni love Soma, and I’m not talking about “oh they love each other so much I ship them” because what Agni felt went beyond that: Agni loved Soma like a father would love his child, always trying to protect him and to help him choose the right thing but at the same time he loved him just like a child would love one of his parents, Soma was the person he admired the most, he kind of wanted to be like him cause Soma was the example everyone should follow, always ready to try and make other people happy with his smile and cheerfulness.

I’m so sad he died and I’m afraid about how this will impact Soma’s character in the future

anonymous asked:

Tbh, one thing that always puzzled me was why Barry didn't bother to conceal his identity when fake-helping Lewis and Len rob that place in 2x03. I get that Star Labs probably had some contingencies in place or something, but it felt really risky considering Barry could be easily recognized and arrested/go to jail like Len if things had gone south.

I think, to understand Barry’s crazy decisions sometimes, we have to think of it like… Barry runs at one speed: fast. 

Stopping to think things through is not something he normally does. It’s more effortful for him to slow down and (re)consider, and it’s not something he excels at. Which can be great when he has to think on the fly and just do it because shit gets done, but it also leads him to making some absolutely ridiculous decisions and missing obvious or more reasoned solutions.

(in his defense, he didn’t have much time, since they left for the diamond heist like 5 mins after he showed up…)

anonymous asked:

Death-witch-envy allowed national-socialism to ask her a question on death Witchery and doesn't get why people are mad.

So, I just reblogged something about the person that asked the question. As for the op who was answered the question and I reblogged their post about death magic, anyone can answer a question. I’m not going to go track down the ask or what transpired or how the person felt about it. What I will say is that there is no space for fascists on this blog or in my life. I also know there’s a learning curve when it comes to identifying fascists for some people. There is a grooming process for Nazis, they make it subtle at first and unfortunately it is something we are all going to have to learn to spot. So, be vigilant!

Also, if you have something like this to tell me, please send and ask not on anonymous. So we can talk about it. You can request that I do not post it. Is just rather have more info than something that looks like a tattle-tale.


Ok so here it is count down time!!!! I’m so freaking out!!! I just completed 128 pages of this fan comic “Shadows of an Untold Heart” I know I said 130 pages but I took some out that I felt where unnecessary -_- …
So I have one more mouth to get this whole thing outlined and word bubbles in. I do feel bad that I didn’t make any introduction pics for the start of a new chapter …I’ll see if I can work that in my outlining. But just so you all know I’m still working on this fan comic and getting closer in finishing it =D

I would like to take this moment to thank you all for you kind support and awesome comments on here! You don’t know how up lifting it is for an amateur artist like me! So thank you all it means the world to me=D

And one more thing I would like to add … I’ve been seeing some outstanding artist here that are so inspiring!!! May you all keep up the fantastic work!!! I’ll be watching =D

Fox out!