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Some DA2 things that I don’t like and am done working on. 


I always feel afraid to post wips or discarded illustrations, as I see very little artists do the same. I understand why: no one wants to admit defeat, especially when you’re admitting it in front of hundreds. At the same time, I don’t believe in promoting the idea that art is always easy.

Some drawings just don’t work out. I spent close to ten hours on the first one, and once it was finished I hated the result. The other two I worked on for a couple of hours and then lost all love for.

The more this happens, the more I realize it’s not a bad thing. Every hour I put into failed drawings is still an hour of drawing I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Every mistake I make is a mistake that I won’t make again.

It all comes back to the ideas of mileage and masterpieces, and how the two don’t always mean the same thing or lead to the same place. While there’s value in a finished piece, there’s even more value in the work it took to make that piece. If I can’t feel satisfied with the end result, I can at least be proud of myself for that.

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Here it is at last! The Gates of Moria, completely finished.

Most of this is stem stitch, with split stitch for the details in the middle and tiny backstitch for the writing. It took about 25 hours (in between a lot of procrastinating and several other projects). A not-insignificant amount of that time was spent pulling out stitches and redoing them until I was happy with the way a line looked. Of course, I still look at this and see things that could be improved, but I’m happy with it as it is.

I was originally planning to frame this in a slightly smaller hoop and just leave out the very bottom, but that hoop was too small and would’ve cut off too much. Of course, that meant I had a bit more work to do than I originally thought

I left out the English translation at the bottom because I don’t think it’d look that good, and anyway I’ve had more than enough writing to do on this piece already. I promise I’m not going to complain about that anymore, I did enough of that in previous posts.

This is the companion to my White Tree and One Ring hoops, though I’ve done other Middle Earth pieces as well. I, uh, really like Tolkien, you guys.

destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.


Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.


EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

Right so I’ve made posts about this before but I just wanted to say something, speaking as someone who has never had credit stolen and has really only seen a couple friends experience that as well. My point being, I’m not just coming from some emotional self righteous place. I’m coming from a place of being a human being who believes in the common sense that if somebody created something, they should get credit for it. A fact which is apparently lost on or ignored by many people.

Let’s get some things straight:

  • Tagging or captioning something “not mine” does not make it okay to post without credit.
  • Saying “thanks but that’s not mine” when people compliment your post does not mean you’re giving credit.
  • People who create original content deserve to be credited. Some posters may have spent hours creating something, only to watch it be posted by someone who didn’t put in any of that effort, and gain recognition and likes and what have you without crediting the person who made it exist in the first place.
  • It doesn’t matter if it’s a photograph or a drawing (those seem to be the most common). Give credit to the creator.
  • It takes. So. Little. Time. To credit. Ideas in descending order according to length and effort:
    • Reposted from ____
    • Originally from ____
    • Posted by ____
    • Credit to ____
    • From _____ (that’s literally four letters, plus a link or username. I think you can handle that)
  • If you can’t find the original post via reverse Google search, at least link back to the source URL. It’s simply the decent thing to do.
  • Who really enjoys stupid, stressful arguments over credit? The offenders get defensive and mad, the posters get hurt and even angrier, and it all could be prevented by the simple act of crediting.
  • Like seriously. If for no other reason, just credit the damn person to avoid clogging people’s dashes with angry posts, wasting everyone’s time in blocking you, and getting into fights with internet people you’ll never see in real life.
  • Isn’t plagiarism bad? I mean the school system, internet, and life failed you drastically if you’ve never heard of plagiarism. People get suspended, failed, and expelled for it. So clearly that’s not cool.
  • As a final note, it would be very nice of you to even consider ASKING permission *gasp* before reposting. What a NOVEL idea! Let’s look at some options, shall we?
    • I wish I could *insert skill here* like you. Maybe you could give me some pointers? In the meantime would it be okay if I reposted this for inspiration/reference?
    • Hi! I really love this post and I was wondering if I could repost it to my *insert social media here*
    • Hey! Do you mind if I repost this? (oh DAMN look at that, that one took me less than 30 seconds to type. Holy shit the miracles of giving credit)

Long story short, JUST GIVE CREDIT. I cannot wrap my mind around why people find this such an insurmountable burden. Usually you got the photo directly from the source anyway, so you know where it came from. And it takes less than 5 minutes to do a reverse Google image search; if you can’t find ANY information, either consider not posting it and asking permission to repost something else, or at least put down the URL to indicate that this is not original content.

THE END.

P.S. Give credit. Please.

Frost (Chapter Thirteen)

Tony solves the “frost” problem so he and Loki can be together, but Loki doesn’t react very well to the whole idea, so there is some angst, and Tony has to lay some tough love (and I don’t mean rough sex lol) on Loki to get him to calm down. And then just the start to some NSFW because you actually have to wait until Fourteen for the smut and I enjoy torturing you!


Let me know what you think :)   (about the chapter, not about me making you wait for smut lol)

Magic number is 170 likes/reblogs and Ill post chapter fourteen today too!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)
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“There’s the prettiest women in the realm.” Tony stood in the doorway of the healing room and sent the women his best smile.

“Anthony.” A slim woman with dark hair nearly to her waist stood and embraced him. “What brings you to the healing chambers? Surely you are not sick?”

Surely you aren’t.” A blonde that barely came to his shoulder had to stand on her absolute tip toes to kiss his cheek, but she did anyway. “We did such a wonderful job this last session with you.”

“You did.” Tony kissed each back, calling a hello to the three other women in the huge room. “But I came to ask a favor, if I could.”

“Of course Anthony.” The blonde led him to a chair and he blushed when her hand lingered on his shoulder. “Whatever you need.”

Tony took a moment to relax into their always unbelievably comfortable chairs, to glance around the calming space that smelled of lavender and something sweet. The healers themselves were old enough that even Thor called them ancient, though they were all shockingly beautiful and looked no older than their mid twenties. Tony had enjoyed the weeks he had spent in their company as they healed his body, and they had enjoyed his charm and wit and easy flirtations as they worked.

“I need a spell or a potion or something magic that only you beauties would know.” Tony began, and grinned when they all giggled. Just lovely, lovely women. “I need something to protect me from Loki’s frost giant form.”

“Oh.” Soft, concerned murmurs, and one of the women in the corner made her way over.

“You have been threatened, Sir Anthony?”

“Nothing like that.” Tony cleared his throat. “I would just rather not be… frozen when he and I are close.”

“I see.” She tapped her upper lip thoughtfully. “Something that simply protects you, and does not interfere with more pleasurable pursuits.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Tony clasped his hands over his heart dramatically. “Please. If you would.”

“I would very pleased to help.” She was already moving, gathering supplies, and Tony kicked himself for not remembering their names, especially now when he very well could have written her poems of thanks. But in his defense, being ancient came along with names no one could pronounce anymore, so he supposed it wasn’t his fault.

“You are very special to us, do you realize?” A fourth woman asked, this one a red head with curls down to her shoulders. “The one chosen for both Our King and Our Prince. The tales of the chosen Hjartslattur were old even when we came to be.”

“Really?” Tony blinked at her and she smiled.

“Of course. We have long waited to meet you. And when you came to us so broken we were afraid… afraid that we were not strong enough to help you.”

“Terrified, really.” Another chimed in. “Thank the gods you healed.”

“Yes.” The one mixing the potion brought it to him in a delicate crystal bottle, with words written out on the tag she attached. “You healed and now are fulfilling the hjartslattur bond and it is wonderful.”

“This, before midnight, and the spell three times.” she instructed and Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Every day?”

“Just the once.” She looked at him disapprovingly. “What sort of healer would I be if my spells and charms only worked once?”

Most would call you a sorceress.” Tony teased and she bent to kiss his forehead.

Most would be correct. Now go. Take it before midnight tonight.”

“Thank you.” Tony bowed low, and blew kisses just to make them all giggle and went on his way.

Really, just the loveliest ladies.

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16 spirk long-fic recs!!

so many kudos to all of these authors; you’re all amazing and it’s incredible that you would share your talent with the fandom like this. writing is difficult but you’ve all created such masterpieces!! thank you!!!

bolded = absolute favorites!!! (although tbh everything on this list is my favorite. so :))

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89; rated E, 93k words

Spock and Jim are stranded on a planet – but Jim’s afflicted by a horrible zombie-esque disease, there are some freaky bugs, and they make friends with a giant lizard warrior. Incredible, perfectly-paced slow-build. And the backstory for the planet is awesome! This is like a legit novel right here.

a sequence that you never learned by annataylor; rated E, 64k words

Jim wants to adopt a Vulcan kid, but he can’t do that unless he becomes a Vulcan citizen. The quickest way to do that is by marrying a Vulcan, and Spock steps up to the plate to help raise the child. This fic is so nice and so sweet, and I really loved reading it.

Obsession by awarrington; rated E, 23k words

Jim pines after Spock, but Spock isn’t available. Which sounds maybe normal and sad – but this one messes with alternate universes and timelines, and the ending had me shook for days.

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Medieval English Monarchs Rated by How Dead Inside They Look:

Henry II: 3/10 Varying expressions but seems to have a healthy dose of life in him, very prepared for this I’m sure. 

Richard I: 6/10 seems sleepy. Not sure if outright dead inside, but he could use a nap and/or a vacation.

John: 2/10 his expressions range from ‘stop the world I want to get off’ to ‘I have never given less of a fuck, ever, in my life’ but in terms of inner deadness, no.

Henry III: 7/10 he did not sign up for this shit.

Edward I: 4/10 idk he mostly looks like he’s either going to go kill someone or sneak away to go crusade.

Edward II: 5/10 there aren’t any good pictures of him so I’m just going to give him a standard rating and hope for the best.

Edward III: 8/10 this guy hates everything. Especially French wars and having a third of Europe killed by rats.

Richard II: 10/10 help him

Henry IV: 7/10 fucks were given, yes, but only 25, 30 fucks at most. 

Henry V: 2/10 he’s entirely not interested in you right now. Who the hell even are you, anyway?

Henry VI: 0/10 a sweet and alert good king and yes he’s going to get so fucked over by the end of everything but heck if he’s not here to have a good time.

Edward IV: 9/10 this is a man who longs for the sweet embrace of death. Or he just really hates the artist.

Edward V: 11/10 HOLY FUCK WHO HURT THIS CHILD (hint: see below) but honestly, this kid is at a level of dead that only a kid who got illegitimized and then murdered by his own uncle can achieve.

Richard III: 9/10 killed his nephews but at what cost

Henry VII: -1/10 okay he’s not actually medieval but look at him. That is the face of a man who knows exactly what he did and could not give less of a shit about it. 

I WANT A ZELINK LAW FIRM AU 

  • The firm is named Nohansen, Harkinian and Dragmire LLP
  • Zelda’s parents founded the firm years ago and Ganondorf came on to be a partner later
  • Anyway there was no question that Zelda was going to be a lawyer she basically grew up in the office working on briefings for her parents
  • She got a 170/180 on the LSAT like what
  • But yeah so she’s been away at University/Law School for the last seven years but she comes back home to start working and her dad says “Gotcha babe you’re starting off as a junior associate just like everyone else we take out of law school” and she is PISSSSSSED
  • So her first day of work she is just steaming she wants to show her dad that she is the best. professional. awesome. so she comes in to work dressed to the nines hot suit and everything, her best jewelry, she spent 2+ hours in the bathroom this morning doing her hair and makeup 
  • And this guy in jeans and a stained t-shirt bumps into her in the hallway and she is like WHAT IS YOUR DEAL bc she’s in a pissy mood
  • “Well ex-CUSE me, Princess”
  • Yup I went there
  • Anyway he was working on the copier, which is jammed. She is irritated as hell. The secretary tells her where her office is (even though she’s a junior she gets an office because being the daughter of two named partners has SOME perks after all) and she goes to set up her stuff
  • But then the copier guy FOLLOWS HER and sits on top of the other desk in the room and starts asking what she’s all dressed for 
  • “My job. What are you dressed for?”
  • Cue shit eating grin. “My job. I just saved the copier.” 
  • “What a hero…” *eye roll* 
  • Anyway he leaves after a while and when she takes her lunch she’s asking another girl who the hell the custodians think they are around this office
  • And in comes copier boy in a suit that was probably worth more than one of her classes in law school, shaved, arms crossed, grinning
  • Introduces himself as Link Ordonson, the associate she’s been assigned to work under. 
  • “Get in the car, Princess, we’ve got a hearing at one.” 
  • SHE HAS TO SECOND CHAIR FOR THIS SMUG PIECE OF SHIT 
  • Plot would include Ganondorf trying to hostilely take over the firm
  • Zelda telling Link not to do things in trial
  • Link doing them anyway
  • Zelda filling in when Link does something really stupid and saving the day by winning cases
  • Zelda sitting at counsel table swooning over Link’s fine backside
  • Link sitting at counsel table swooning over Zelda’s fine backside
  • Link being a smug piece of shit
  • I could go on

**Feel free to use, just don’t forget to let me know and please credit (link back to the post)

(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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Hope

She was still surprised at how well it was working. They had needed time, of course they had. But it was really finally working. She was sitting on his sofa, her bare feet resting next to him, his hands on his lap, fighting the urge to caress her skin. She had just handed in an article and was too tired to go to a bar. At least that’s what she told him. And he had a sprained knee that wouldn’t let him patrol that night. At least that’s what he said. Perfect excuses to be together while Foggy was on a date with Marci. It was far more than what she had expected a few months ago. Not that it had been easy. They had been through a lot. The three of them had. The two of them too.

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I redrew one of my old drawings! The old one I drew about this time last year and I was really proud of it at the time. I spent like 5 hours on it and I’d just watched a ton of rossdraws and sakimichan videos and I was ready to G O. I’ve wanted to redraw this piece for A G E S because I keep looking back at it and it keeps getting worse and just man why not see how much I’ve improved???? I’m really happy with the new one oh my gosh I think it’s my best digital piece so far and I think I’ve stepped up a notch. I think I captured what I initially wanted to show which was agatha transforming into her circus of talents dress it is by FAR my favourite one to draw. I’m hoping this one gets more notes then that bloody drawing i spent LITERALLY no effort drawing earlier that is now my most popular post and I’m still really salty about it. It could have ANY other one but NOOOOO it HAS to be the one I did while half asleep not even on my DRAWING TABLET OH MY GOD WHY CAN’T IT JUST BE ONE I SLAVED FOR H O U R S OVER anyway like idk man it’s just really disappointing and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it lmao Anyway I hope you guys like it I’m really proud of it myself 

anonymous asked:

please please write a drabble version of your post about aaron distracting robert from cooking!

your wish is my command, anon! a soppy drabble version of this post i made when i was mid-meltdown about how beautiful the mill kitchen is. 

“You know,” Robert commented, glancing at Aaron as he stirred the sauce carefully, half an eye on the hob. “We’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table.”

Aaron grinned, at a slight height advantage as he sat on one of their kitchen counters, wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and an old jumper of Robert’s, the sleeves too long on him. Robert would never admit it aloud, but he found Aaron’s habit of pulling his sleeves down over his hands endearing, and even more so when Aaron did it with Robert’s clothes.

(As long as it wasn’t one of his nicer jumpers. The one occasion Aaron had stolen on of Robert’s favourite Ted Baker jumpers and yanked the sleeves down after his wrists had nearly given Robert a legitimate heart attack, Aaron oblivious to the reasoning behind Robert’s meltdown.)

“We’ve got a lovely kitchen,” Aaron agreed, reaching out to steal another piece of the chorizo Robert had on a chopping board, neatly sliced into small pieces. “But I like sitting here.”

Robert rolled his eyes, slapping Aaron’s hand out of the way so he could add the chorizo to the pot he was slaving over. “You’re a child, you know that?” he commented, heart swelling at the bright smile on Aaron’s face as they teased each other.

It had taken them a long time to get to where they were now, happy, and solid, building a real life together. It had taken months, and months, and hours of counselling, and hard conversations, and more than one screaming match, but they’d gotten there.

Of course they’d gotten there.

Their love, the way they felt about each other, it wasn’t something that could just be pushed aside or forgotten, it wasn’t something to just be moved on from. If it had ever been that simple, their affair would never have gotten out of hand the way it had, they wouldn’t have fallen so desperately in love with each other they way they had.

Their love was worth it.

“You love it.” Aaron laughed, reaching for his half drunk cup of tea. It was a quiet Saturday evening, Liv over at Gabby’s, the two of them with the flat to themselves for once. “Anyway, it’s your fault for picking out cabinets that are perfect sitting height.”

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So a homophobic principal wouldn't allow me to complete a school project because I'm gay...?

I know this is a bit long and this is an odd time to post this because GAY MARRIAGE LIGAL YAY! But this is the story of how a homophobic principal broke a young teen..

If you could just take a moment that would be awesome..

Hello, my name is Chiara Jacob. I live in a town on the coast of California, and I just finished 8th grade, therefore I am only 14 years old. However, I spent the last month or so of my school year fighting to finish a school project. My final English project this year was a protest speech, each student was allowed to choose their own topic, and it was a competition. All 8th year students were to pick something to protest, have two weeks to write a speech, read it to their English class, the class would all vote for the best two speeches, the two winners speeches would be displayed to the whole school, after that the entire school would vote, and elect two winners out of 12. My topic was homophobia and conversion therapy. I won in my class, and the teachers thought so highly of it that they spoke of it in the teachers lounge and I was asked to speak in front of another class. I was very proud of my speech, everyone seemed to love it. But the day before I was supposed to have it filmed, I was pulled aside and told I needed to edit out a few things, like the direct references to the school (even though I never once used any names other than my own) and the word “porn” even though I used it in a quote. This made me a little bit angry, but I did it anyways and had it filmed. I was very pleased and proud of my work and went on happily. However, the day that they were going to show it, I was told the principal disapproved it at the last moment. I simply did not understand why, so I went and spoke to her. She told me, “I believe it is inappropriate for 6th and 7th graders because it talks about suicide and death and this might have a negative effect on them…” Although I hardly mentioned it once, and according to my therapist talking about suicide lowers the chance of it happening. The principal went on to say, “we didn’t have enough time to write out permissions slips for the students.” But she had gotten my speech nearly a month in advance! I believe she knew she was one of the homophobic characters I mentioned in my speech, although not by name, and that’s why she didn’t want it shown. I spent almost an hour arguing with her, but eventually walked away. I only had a week and a half of school left, but I was not about to give up. I called up my (most amazing friend in the world~thank you again~) friend, Kira King, and had her write me a petition. She sent it to me that night, and I only had two days to gather signatures, but I did it. I got 350 signatures in two days. Everyone that I approached signed it. 350 signatures is more than half of my school. I had done everything in my power, and kept a level head in it all (which is something very hard for me) and I thought I had done well. Two days later, however, the principal disregarded all of my work without a second thought. My speech was never shown. She told the school one of the reason is because I didn’t “properly represent the other side”, meaning I didn’t talk about the thousands of reasons people could be homophobic. I do not believe that is a valid reason. Many other winning speeches did the same thing. I tried my hardest to keep it together, I didn’t want to explode and lose the end of the year privileges for 8th graders, so I tried to understand her side, I tried to see why she was doing what she did. I couldn’t do it. On the very last day of school, after we got out of class, I walked up to her and said in a very sweet and calm voice, “Ms [I feel I shouldn’t say her name], I would just like to say, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I hate you, you homophobic bitch. You truly are the spawn of satan and I hope you burn in hell for all eternity, because that is where you belong. You broke a 14-year-old girl’s spirit in the course of a month and it will take me a long time to recover. I believe you will get what you deserve, there is a special place in hell for people like you.” I could see the heart break in her face, her eyes watered and in a shaky voice she replied, “oh, Chiara. I’m sorry that you feel that way.” I turned around and flipped her off as I walked away. Later I heard that after I did that she turned to one of the students that had gathered and said, “I could really use a hug right now,” but was declined. That month had broken me. I had been constantly fighting for gay rights, with just two people helping me (Maya Krietsch, and Jesselle Oliva-Rodriguez thank you again so much), at school, in my own home, and against my closest friend’s mother. But breaking that woman the way she broke me was really something.

If this gets enough notes.. Let’s say.. 1,000..?Because I doubt I’ll get 50, but I’ll do as my family and friends and friends families suggest and submit a tastefully edited version of this to a magazine or newspaper or something if it gets 1,000.. So let’s see.. Thank you!

Chasing Ghosts

Request: I rly love your blog a lot!! I was wondering if I could request a newtxreader song fic with the song “Hide and Seek” by Imogen Heap? Where the reader tries to warn Newt about Leta, but he gets mad and they have an argument? Then he loses contact with the reader for several years and tries to find her, but each time he gets close to finding her, she gets farther away? Really angsty please??? Thank you so much!!!❤️❤️❤️"

Word Count: 4,359

Pairing: Newt x Reader (Platonic)

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A tinge of despair so intense it seems tangible still clouds Newt’s mind as he digs into the box of mementos, deeper and deeper until his dirt-caked nails crack against the bottom of the wooden crate. Nothing of significance. Nothing of importance. Nothing of use to him unless he wants to remember.

Cursing, he shoves himself to his feet. This room, this hall, this house is all useless junk now. He may as well burn it down; it’s not as if you’ll be returning at any point, not now that you know he’s discovered it. With a growl, he kicks the box, sends it tumbling onto its side. Its guts spill out, rolling across the ground, creating a mess that will remain until the landlord comes knocking for the next month’s rent. Already, it’s too late. You’ve vanished, and the short and chubby landlord with the beady eyes and missing smile won’t be able to track you down.

My fault, my fault, my fault.

No, finding you is Newt’s job, and he’s determined to do it.

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Moodboard Creators.

I’m currently in a situation where a user thought it’d be okay to add my moodboards to their masterlist/series without asking. It made me uncomfortable because honestly, they didn’t ask if it was okay. If it was a post named Moodboard Recs or Favorites. That’d be different. But they posted it under their masterlist, with a half-done disclaimer on top that said ”None of these belong to me unless specified. Credits to owners.”

They also reblogged one or two of my boards and posted their masterlist link underneath. The whole thing made me uncomfortable and just didn’t sit well with me. I reached out and explained it to the user and she deleted it. It was done and over with until I got a message from her this morning when I woke up. 

  • “Okay, the masterlist is my own personal post of moodboards” 
    • Yeah, okay, but with other people’s content. Call it something else.

  • “Owners of moodboards have no more right over my masterlist than the people who own the individual pictures in your moodboard”
    • That is correct, I don’t own those photos. However, I spent HOURS looking for photos to put together to create a bigger story. That’s not including how much time it takes to edit the coloring and making everything look uniform and complete. If it was just that easy to throw photos together, I wouldn’t be as upset. If you think it’s that easy,  then you attempt to come up with unique themes to make your own moodboards regularly. 
    • Also, if someone contacted me and was upset that I used their photos and didn’t feel uncomfortable. I would take it down instead of trying to justifying it. It’s not that hard.

  • “Those links do not belong to you.” 
    • Um, I was confused by this because I’m pretty sure when I click on the moodboard on said masterlist, my Tumblr is at the top right there in the URL bar. So technically, they do belong to me. I created the moodboard. It’s my link. It’s literally right there.

  • “I will be deleting them anyway later on because they will clog up my masterlist”
    • If they are clogging up your masterlist then why are you so butt hurt? 

At the end of the day, just ask. This could have been all avoided and dealt with. If you want to use moodboards for a compilation. Just ask. It’s as simple as that. This goes for everyone, if you want to use ANYONE’S content as inspiration – whether it’s for a story, or you had an idea of a different moodboard series based off theirs. Just ask. Then give correct credit. Also, never remove the captions that it comes along with. I know myself along with other people have had this problem and its completely frustrating.  

With all that being said, I’m in a moodboard  network and I know I have other moodboard creator mutuals who would feel my exact sentiments. Please go check out @maknaewishes list to see if your work is posted on there. Thank YOU for your consideration.

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I am really out of the loop in the oso fandom but!!! oso’s white day outfit on tabimatsu is really cute and I had to draw it

the matsus are really hard to draw by the way forgive me for how not-great this is? I spent 2 hours on it tho so I’m posting it anyway