but i think i got my point across did i not

I never thought I'd make a post about this...

Right, I honestly never wanted to bring this up again nor make a post about it myself but I have noticed how recently, Yuta has been covering his chin any chance he gets and this honestly upsets me so much It seems his self-esteem is dwindling and I can understand why considering how much crap he has been getting about it 

People don’t seem to understand that when you post something online, it’s going to be there for anyone and everyone to see. So if you post something negative about someone-even if they’re famous and people think they probably won’t see it-there’s a chance they’ll see it. People commented about his chin, and most were negative reactions. “Fans” dropping him in a matter of seconds and calling him ugly and saying “SM did him dirty" 

Everyone has insecurities no matter how much they deny it. It’s part of being human. Yuta is human too. He’s not some object who is just there to be looked at. He has feelings, insecurities just like the rest of us. He’s more than just his looks. He’s an extremely talented dancer, he’s good at rapping and tbh is very under appreciated as a vocal (in my opinion anyway) In general he is a caring and considerate person who shouldn’t feel like he has to hide his face from us

Can we just appreciate the fact that no matter how mad Yuri Plisetsky gets when people call him cute, or pretty or beautiful, he he never denies that he is?

He even utilizes it as a tool to win. Being pretty and feminine and cute doesn’t make him weaker or less capable. He even won.

He got mad at JJ calling him ‘lady’ (was it lady? I forget) but while he got mad he never said anything else.

Maybe it’s because Yuri knows that being called a girl isn’t a disservice to him but no one likes being misgendered (I think a lot of you could agree on me on that). Yuri knows girls aren’t weak. They can lift you over their head (Mila), they can be scary (his fangirls), they are deserving of his respect (Lilia) but they can also be kind (Yuuko).

And when his fangirls fawn on him he gets mad but still defends them when they come under fire.

Victor and Yuuri might be my favorite characters in YOI, but Yuri Plisetsky is a good kid and a damn good character.

Say You're Sorry

Okay, so here’s that story I promised about a week ago. It’s not very long but its Trans Dippy and anti bullying so I think I got both my points across. Anyway enjoy or don’t and be nice to each other and junk okay? Okay, good children.

-o-

“Is that a burrito?” Wendy’s voice sounded somewhere between disgusted and intrigued as she nudged a little, moldy taco out from under a table with the end of her broom. “Sick, is this whats been stinking up the shack all month?”

“I think so.” Dipper concurred making a face at it from his place behind the register.

Across the room Robbie snorted as he leaned against the wall and did absolutely nothing to help his friend tidy up. “Gross.” After a beat of silence he grinned at Dipper. “Dare you to eat it.”

“What?” The boy squeaked looking as close to disturbed as a twelve year old who’d been living in Gravity Falls could get.

“Oh come on squirt.” The teenager coaxed. “Eat it.”

Dipper rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the case register and its contents. “Robbie i’m not going to eat the moldy taco.”

“Oh come on,” he grins a little wider as he makes his way across the room to lean against the table. “Don’t be such a girl.”

Before Dipper can react with his usual snappy retort Wendy turns around, drops her broom, and punches Robbie in the face. The black haired boy drops like a puppet with its strings cut and gapes up at Wendy, hand covering his nose cheek, which was already beginning to swell. “Wendy, what the heck?”

“Whoa.” Dipper agreed, equally flummoxed by his normally calm friend’s actions.

Wendy, for her part, looked horrified. “Oh my god.” She cried, dropping to her knees beside her dark haired ex, hands hovering around his face. “Robbie I am so sorry, it was a reflex I swear.”

“You have a reflex that makes you punch Robbie in the face?” Dipper asked, eyebrow raising and mouth closing. “Cool.” Wendy shot the brunette a look and he grinned nervously. “Right, shutting up now.” Mollified, Wendy returned her attention to the bruised boy in front of her who had his lips pursed shut, obviously worried about incurring his friends wrath any further.

“Dipper, go get and ice pack.” She sighs grabbing Robbie’s chin in a careful grip and turning it to inspect the damage.

“Yep!” Dipper agrees quickly, eager to obey before the red head gives him another look. The moment he’s gone Wendy’s expression hardens ever so slightly.

“Look, imma let you off with a warning this time because you probably didn’t know and because Dipper didn’t seem to care anyway. But watch what you say okay?”

“What?” Robbie questioned slowly.

“Dipper’s trans you doofus.” The cashier explained with a roll of her eyes. “I can’t believe you didn’t know, it’s not like he tries to hide it or anything.” Her eyes narrow and her grip tightens. “You didn’t know, did you?”

“No!” The pale teen raises his hands in placation, eyes wide. “I swear I had no idea, please don’t punch me again!”

Wendy snorts in amusement and gentles her fingers on his chin. “Kay, good. Make sure to apologize when he gets back, okay?” She smiles a little sheepishly. “I really am sorry I punched you, it honestly was a reflex.”

“Yeah,” Robbie mumbles, nudging her with his knee, “whatever. It doesn’t really hurt anyway.”

Smile blowing wide, she nudges him back. “You big liar.”

“Got the ice!” Dipper calls as he steps back into the gift shop, brandishing an ice pack. He kneels beside the two teens and offers the pack to Wendy who quickly places it against her friends cheek. “That looks like its going to bruise.” He comments looking a little concerned. “You gonna be okay?”

“Of course I am.” The teen replies arrogantly. “I’m not a weakling like you.”

Dipper rolls his eyes as Wendy snorts. “Oh well excuse me for worrying your majesty.”

“You’re excused.” Robbie allowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. It fell almost immediately, replaced by something edging on hesitance. “And, sorry. For calling you a girl, or whatever.”

Dipper looked surprised by the usually bratty teens apology but after a moment, a smile bloomed across his face. “Don’t worry about it, you were just being a jerk.” He teased. “Like usual.”

“You wanna go short stack?” Robbie taunted around a fierce grin.

“Nah,” Dipper shot back as he stood, “wouldn’t want you to bruise both cheeks. You’d look like a puffer fish.”

Wendy barked out a laugh. “Oh my god you so would! Right now you’re like, half puffer fish or something!”

“Wha-” Robbie flushed. “No I’m not, shut up!”

“Accept your fate as a half creature of the sea Robbie.” Dipper insists as he scrambled up behind the register. “Robbie, the Werepuffer!”

“Were creature of the sea!” Wendy continues dramatically.

Robbie rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You two are so lame.”

“Says the Werepuffer.” Dipper mumbles. Robbie scowls as Wendy and Dipper fall into another round of helpless laughter.

“OIKAWA TOORU STRIKES AGAIN: ENDS 6 MONTH RELATIONSHIP WITH COSTAR”

Oikawa sighs and closes his laptop, flinging himself down across the couch and on top of Hanamaki’s lap. “Can’t they be more sensitive? They make it seem like I’m some kind of monster. ‘Strikes again?’ Really? It’s not like I do it purposely.”

Hanamaki pats his head placatingly, running his fingers through Oikawa’s soft hair when the man begins to whine. “You’re right. They’re missing out on all your good points,”

Oikawa waits for his best friend of 10 years, manager of 8 years, to continue but Hanamaki just turns his face away and avoids the topic. Oikawa sits up with an indignant groan, “This is where you stroke my ego!”

Hanamaki nods seriously, “Sorry, I got distracted because I was thinking about how well you did in the interview announcing your break up and how soft your hair is and how you just have so many good points even though you are kind of a serial dater and have dated 7/10 of your costars only to realize you didn’t actually like them-”

“You’re hurting my feelings, that is the exact opposite of what I asked you to do-” Oikawa begins to whine even harder and Hanamaki gives him a lopsided grin, patting his shoulder.

“I’m joking.” Hanamaki stands up with a groan. “I know you genuinely liked them. All your exes only have good things to say about you and you always end on good terms. That’s the reason your rep hasn’t suffered.”

That and because his management buys out any negative press. Not to mention Hanamaki has a sharp tongue and an uncanny ability to stop Oikawa from saying the many stupid things that would no doubt ruin his “sweet boy next door” image.

“Why are you here anyway?” Oikawa asks, shoving his face into his pillow. “It’s your day off. It’s my day off.”

Hanamaki scoffs, “I just want to spend time with my dear friend-”

“You lie-”

“And also beg him to accept a role in a film even though he said he wanted to take a break-”

“My break hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asking me to do another job-”

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” Hanamaki whips out the name with a knowing grin, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a manuscript. There’s a crumpled dollar, a bribe from Hanamaki, stapled to the front and he tosses it to Oikawa.

“I’m in.” Oikawa says without missing a beat. Oikawa has been constantly compared to Iwaizumi Hajime since the moment he emerged in the movie industry. They’re the same age, got casted into major roles around the same time and generally rose to the top of the industry in a similar manner, all without meeting one another.

Oikawa’s first role was a romcom that branded him as the “refreshing boy next door” while Iwaizumi’s first role was more of the “boy next door who would probably bash your head in with a baseball bat but make you fall in love with him at the same time.” They both continued in their respective directions and genres and never got a chance to meet face to face, despite their names always appearing together in headlines and tabloids.

“What’s in it for you though?” Oikawa raises an eyebrow. “You seem particularly invested.”

“I resent that. I’m your manager, I just want to see you succeed.” Hanamaki scoffs, defensive. “And also because I met Iwaizumi-sans manager while picking up the manuscript and I want him to touch me.”

“Are you- are you using me to get laid?” Oikawa asks incredulously.

“Yes.” Hanamaki says without remorse. “Please.”

Hello From the Other Side

I’ve realized at this point I’m trash and can no longer resist writing for FAHC. I stumbled across @fahcheadcanons which will soon become my downfall. Things got a little out of hand when I found this headcanon:  

While he was in police custody, the LSPD made the mistake of not handcuffing Michael down in the interrogation room. He proceeds to press himself as close to the two way mirror as he can, loudly singing “HEEEELLOOOO FROM THE OOOTHER SIIIIIIIIIIIDE.”

I apologize.

~~~

The sky was alight with a gorgeous pink hue as the sun began to slowly set. You walked beside Michael, your hand occasionally brushing lightly against his. Humming lightly, you glanced over at him. “So what did you have in mind for tonight?”

Michael peered over at you. “Well, I was thinking maybe some dinner, a movie, and afterward,” he paused, grabbing your hand and pulling you to a stop, “maybe some cuddling?” He smirked lightly at the blush that spread across your cheeks. Chuckling, Michael leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you. His warm lips pressed gently against yours as his arms wound around your waist. You responded after a moment of hesitation. Your arms moved to dangle over his shoulders. One hand wove its way through his red curls as your lips moved in sync with his. Neither of you cared that you were standing on a sidewalk in the middle of Los Santos, lip-locked.

You didn’t think the moment could be any more perfect until suddenly, an explosion behind you sent both of you sprawling to the ground. Somehow Michael wound up on top of you as yet another explosion rocked the night. “What the fuck?!” Michael yelled, hovering over you. Instinctively, you began to shove his body from yours as you reached into the waistband of your pants at the small of your back.

Your eyes widened when you realized you had left your pistol on the nightstand. “Shit. I didn’t bring my gun!”

“Yo, Fakes!” a male screamed from across the street. You immediately spotted him hiding behind a barrier. The outline of a rocket launcher was easily recognizable as it sat on his shoulder. He let the weapon fall as he began reloading it. You finally came to your senses and hauled yourself off the concrete. Grabbing the back of Michael’s shirt, you forced him to stand. “Fancy meeting you here!” the man called from across the street. You could see he had his weapon perched on his shoulder again.

Shoving Michael forward, you narrowly avoided yet another blast. “Jesus!” Narrowing your eyes on your boyfriend, you rushed forward. “Uh, Michael, care to start killing yet?”

Michael rubbed the back of his neck as he continued running. “I didn’t bring a gun,” he admitted.

You let out a frustrated sound. “Are you fucking kidding me?” This was great. The two of you were against a mercenary wielding a fucking rocket launcher and all you had were your fists.

“I thought you fucking grabbed one!”

“God damn it,” you growled, raking a hand over your annoyed features. In the distance, you could distinctly hear the sound of an RPG launching. “Get down!” The rocket soared overhead before striking a building a few hundred feet away. In the silence after the explosion, the sound of sirens filled the night.

“Would you two just hurry up and die already? The cops are coming!” the mercenary called from his post. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the familiar red and blue lights barreling down the street.

You heard shuffling beside you, and suddenly, Michael’s arms were wrapped around you. You let him fawn over you as he always did when you were shot at. “Are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded in reply. Around you, car doors slammed, and heavy footsteps pounded across the dark pavement.

“Get on the ground!” a male voice boomed. You were relieved as it seemed like the cops captured your attacker. The relief soon turned to surprise as you were shoved face first onto the ground. “I said get down on the ground!” You felt a knee come to rest in the middle of your back as your arms were pulled harshly behind you. The familiar bite of handcuffs was at your wrists as you let your face rest against the cement.

~

The burly cop had a hold of your elbow as he led you down a bleak looking hallway in the precinct. You passed by a few empty rooms that had large tinted windows on one wall. Two way mirrors, you guessed. As you began nearing the end of the hall, there was a commotion coming from the last room on the right. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you neared the room. When the window came into view, you burst into laughter. Michael had thrown himself against the mirror and was currently belting out the lyrics to some pop song. “Hello from the other siiiiide,” he sang crudely, his forehead pressed against the glass as he stared past his reflection.

You barely fought back your laughter as you shook off the cops loose grasp on your arm. Throwing yourself against the glass as much as your handcuffed wrists would let you, you continued the song. “I must’ve called a thousaaand tiiiimes.” You cracked up laughing as sturdy arms wrapped around your torso, dragging you away from the glass. You could see Michael’s eyes widen in response, and he cracked a huge grin.

The cop who was currently trying to diffuse the situation and drag you into the interrogation room was calling for back up. Inside the room, Michael was clueless of the situation. Still pressed against the mirror, he called, “To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done!” As he continued to sing, a handful of officers were now rushing down the hall.

Refusing to let the chaos ruin your fun, you yelled, “But when I call, you never seem to be home!” Your officer finally managed to drag you through the doorway of your interrogation room. Before the door was slammed shut, you could see Michael getting drug away from the glass by a pair of officers. You were thrown harshly into an uncomfortable chair, still cackling like a madman.  

This was going to be a long night.

 ~

Eventually the cops realized they couldn’t pin this incident on either of you, and both you and Michael were begrudgingly released. Smirking, the two of you left the police station and made your way back to the penthouse. “Well, tonight was interesting. Definitely not what I expected,” you muttered as you dug your keys from your pocket.

Michael’s arms wound around your waist. “Is it too late to try and save the night?” he asked, burrowing his face in the nape of your neck.

Humming lightly, you unlocked the door. “No, I don’t think so.” You felt him grin against your skin as you shoved the door to the penthouse open.

The first thing you heard was Geoff’s cackling laughter. As you stepped out of Michael’s arms and into the penthouse, you heard everyone else joining Geoff. Through his loud fits of laughter, you heard Gavin demanding Jack to play the video again. Confused, you cleared your throat and walked over to the group. “What’s up guys?” you asked.

When the five sets of eyes settled on you and Michael, they calmed themselves for a moment before bursting into laughter again. Seriously confused now, you grabbed Jack’s phone from her hands and glanced down at the screen. You could feel Michael standing behind you as he peered over your shoulder. Jack had the Youtube app open on her phone and the video pulled up stated “Fake AH Crew leaked interview footage.” Peering over at Michael, your brow furrowed.

Michael reached over your shoulder and pressed the replay button. Suddenly, the screen was filled with a bleak, white room that was occupied by only Michael. He wasn’t really doing anything aside from looking around and drumming on the table lightly. Out of nowhere, Michael stood quickly, sending the chair flying back into the wall. He glanced at the camera, clearly annoyed before he strolled over to the door. When he realized it was locked, he rattled the doorknob for a bit before giving up and walking back into the room. You didn’t get why the rest of the crew was currently fighting back laughter.

Then it hit you. You watched as Michael threw himself against the mirror. His hands slowly sliding down the glass, and his cheek pressed firmly against the glass. “All by myself. Don’t wanna be.. All by myself,” he sang quietly to himself as he slid down the mirror. You began to chuckle quietly as you watched Michael pick himself up off the ground and lean against the mirror. His arms were folded across his chest as he looked about the room somberly. “I’m here without you baby,” he began silently. “But you’re still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time!” Michael let out a bored sigh as he let his ear come to rest against the glass.

There were a few moments of silence before Michael perked up. He smirked before throwing himself against the mirror again. “Hello from the other side!” You let out a sigh when you knew exactly where this was going. You could hear your voice coming from the phone, but it was severely muffled. “To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done!” You watched as a pair of officers burst through the door and drug Michael away from the mirror and threw him into a chair. They quickly threw a pair of handcuffs on him and secured the red head to the table.

You let the phone fall to your side, but Geoff spoke up quickly. “Wait, it’s not over yet.” Rolling your eyes, you looked at Jack’s phone again. This time, the camera was facing down the hallway you were currently being escorted down. There was some muffled singing coming from the phone’s speaker, then suddenly, you watched as you threw yourself against the glass, your handcuffed hands raised above your head.

Your cheek was pressed against the window as you shut your eyes and belted, “I must’ve called a thousand times!” The crew sitting in front of you burst into laughter, knowing exactly what was going on now. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the cop’s face contort with annoyance as he lifted you off the ground and pried you away from Michael. You watched as you squirmed in his grasp, determined to get out the last line of the song. The video ended when you were drug into the interrogation room as a few cops rushed toward the commotion at the end of the hall. “How many views does this have?” you asked, letting your head fall into your right hand.

“Last time I checked, ten million,” Jeremy stated.

You let out a sigh as you handed Jack’s phone back to her. “I can’t believe this is what I’m going to be famous for.” Turning to Michael, you jabbed a finger into his chest. “I blame you.”

Michael just shrugged, and you were instantly surrounded by the laughter of the rest of the Fakes.

Castiel Appreciation

If you have read my bio or scrolled through my blog recently, you may have noticed I am a bit of a Cas girl. I love Castiel to the point of physical pain, so this post is going to be easy for me.

1. He is played by Misha Collins…. nuff said? I don’t want this post to get too long.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. He has a big heart. Unlike any other angel we have met on the show, Castiel loves his Father’s creation. He loves the Winchesters. He would do anything (and has done everything) to save the world. He has given his life multiple times for the greater good.

3. #character development:  “What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You’ll be at peace. Even with Sam.” (4x22) “Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.” (6x17)  “It’s where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on Earth and in Heaven, I didn’t deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I… I planned to stay all along. I just didn’t know how to tell you. You can’t save everyone, my friend… though, you try.” (8x17) "I didn’t want to hurt any of them. I want to help you. I will devote my life to helping you all.“ (9x01) "I’m no leader, Hannah. I never was. I just want to be an angel.” (9x23) “It’s what the humans do. They say they’re fine. And even if I—I don’t look it, you say I look well, and that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.” (10x03) “Yes, well, um… Before, I was very self-assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path. It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.” (10x09)

4. In spite of the fact that a majority of his existence was spent as the captain of a garrison and a very Important Angel, he is meek and gentle. >.<

5. He has been through a lot of crap. (Naomi’s torture and manipulation, unjust treatment from other angels and even the Winchesters, Metatron’s manipulation and betrayal, etc.) In other words, we need an episode focused solely on Cas lounging in the bunker with hot chocolate, blankets, and Netflix.

6. I think a lot of people (esp. Cas haters) forget that even when Cas was playing God and he wasn’t in full control of himself, he was still only trying to fix the world (besides smiting, he also spent a lot of time healing lepers and the blind). The only humans he was said to have killed were the KKK, various hypocritical religious leaders, and other corrupt individuals, and I got the impression he only killed the angels who were on Raphael’s Apocalypse 2.0 team. Once he began killing without cause, however, that’s when he, an over-powered Angel of the Lord, went to the Winchesters and Bobby, humans other angels would have deemed insignificant, for help. (Maybe I’m wrong; you can correct me.) He likely saved way more people than he harmed, and I think he has paid enough penance for his actions since.

7. His sense of humor.

Bonus: He is a kitty.

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At some point on Saturday I got down to the basement for my re-scheduled lifting (that I should’ve done Friday, I think? Yeah, Friday. Because Friday’s I should be at work, and the gym across the street from the office is where I can do weighted chin ups.)

To make sense of the sets/reps/weights for bench, I had a target of 120lbs for 5 reps. To get there, I did some warmup sets at 40%, 60% and 80% of that number. I hit the target of 5x120, so the next set was to back off 10% and go for one more rep than last set. Then back off another 10% and try to get yet another. I underlined the 6@107.5 because I felt like I could go for more weight on that one next time.

As far as chins, I’m just getting re-acquainted with them. I hopefully won’t have to do too many of these at home, because laying some plates on my knees as I hold my knees up is … not sustainable.

I also went to taekwondo with my family. Patti led class and gave us a good workout.

I don’t agree with kids being allowed to see themselves as transgender because what if it’s a phase?

“I think it’s dangerous, I think it’s bordering on child abuse”

You would not sodding believe how often I come across this argument.

So, okay, let’s look at it from your point of view. You think it’s a phase, so let’s go with that. Let’s even compare it to your kid going through a goth/emo phase.

Originally posted by iftadwascool

So, when your kid goes through their goth/emo phase, did you say “put down that eyeliner, you won’t feel like this forever, so why bother exploring it?” or did you buy them the My Chemical Romance tshirts and smile when you saw how excited they got? Let’s be honest, you did the latter, because unless you’re an arsehead you actually DO like seeing your children happy, and you KNEW for certain that this particular self expression was a phase. You didn’t get why they liked this style so much, but you liked how much they seemed to like it. You let them dress how they wanted and express their tortured teenage soul regardless of you knowing it would be seen as “weird” and “unpopular” in school, because you know that your child is unique; they’ve always been different and you’re proud of that (even if you’re tired of spending half the family budget on purple hair dye and twenty pairs of strappy combat pants (soz Mam)).

So, in your view, why is allowing them a “phase” of expressing their gender any different? Why is this something to be quashed?

If you’re not trans you might find it impossibly difficult to even imagine being in turmoil over your own gender. It’s something you might take for granted, the comfort of being told you’re a girl or a boy and your very being saying “why, yes, yes I am”. So you might not understand why it’s important, I get it, but your lack of understanding doesn’t trump a child’s need to express themselves.

Originally posted by transreactiongifs

So here’s some facts for you, for those who think it’s dangerous:

You can’t get surgery until you’re an adult, so no one’s lopping off or adding ANYTHING to a 6 year old that’s allowed wear a dress, okay?

♥ Any drugs that are administered to someone under 18 are puberty blockers, to help an easier transition later in life and to reduce gender dysphoria. Even if, and it’s incredibly rare, but even IF the child changes their mind and it actually may have been “a phase”, this treatment is 100% reversible, so, again, nothing ACTUALLY physically changes until they’re an adult

♥ They could get bullied. They definitely could, I’m not gonna lie to you, they have about as much likely hood as being bullied as absolute anyone - but you can’t help that part (hell, if you don’t get bullied for your gender identity, bullies WILL find something, trust me). You can’t stop them from being THEM to help stop them from being bullied! What you’re basically doing is bullying them at home to hopefully stop them getting bullied outside, and that’s fairly messed up. Better to show them that they have love and support at home so that if they do get teased, at least they know someone at home has their back.

- - -

TL;DR
No one is giving children surgery. Gender exploration isn’t dangerous.

Your child actually MIGHT have more of an idea about their gender identity than you do. I know you have more world experience and they don’t, but christ, LET THEM EXPERIENCE the world themselves - you can’t control what they will think, what they will like, and what they will feel. Use your worldly experience to sympathise and support, not to dismiss because it wasn’t your personal experience and you “know better”.

This time, for once, maybe you don’t.

anonymous asked:

I feel a little embarrassed by that Painted Lady ask now. I cringe at how poorly I put my words across in my haste to join in on the Statue discussion. You're right in everything you said, of course. And I see that I made another glaring error in the ask (regarding Katara not getting a statue of her own): Katara DID get a statue made in her own image... in School Time Shipping. But it didn't last very long...

No, don’t be embarrassed!!! I never mean to embarrass my anons who ask questions or make comments out of pure curiosity and interest. Please, don’t be embarrassed. I understand your point, I think. You were trying to give an example of Katara being thrilled about a statue being erected to show that she would want one of herself! Right? 

I got that message— I was merely trying to point out that the Painted Lady’s theme was not focused on Katara’s accomplishments. However (and I should’ve gone into this, but I didn’t for length), there are plenty of other times when we see Katara’s prideful side, times when it’s clear she wants to be recognized and known for her talents/skills:

  • When she calls Sokka out on his sexism
  • When she gets annoyed on Kyoshi by Aang’s bragging antics
  • When she steals the scroll to teach herself waterbending
  • When she fights Pakku for the right to learn waterbending
  • When she smiles proudly after Pakku compliments her advancements
  • When she smiles proudly after Pakku tells her she’s a master
  • When she smiles proudly after Aang calls her sifu
  • When she smirks after pinning those boys to the wall with ice
  • When she eagerly tells Hama about the skills she’s invented
  • When she proudly calls herself the last water bender of the southern tribe
  • When she confidently takes on any and all of her enemies

I could probably go on, but I just wanted to express that I could see your point. Katara is proud of herself and not afraid to demonstrate about her talents, therefore, her wanting a statue is not a stretch. 

my ex gf is a good person who never intended to hurt me but that makes it harder to come to terms with how I feel like I was kinda picked up used and tossed in the trash. All of the obsessive anxiety, all of the effort I put in to making sure she knew how I felt, the “good morning sunshine"s, “I love you"s and "I miss you"s, the drawings I did for her, the expensive gifts I got her, traveling across the world just to see her, the questions about how she’s feeling how she’s doing and reassurances that she’s loved and valued and important, never hearing or receiving anything similar at all, all of that to be told "I’ve been thinking about breaking up with u for months so I guess I’ll do it now”

I’m just. why did I have to dangle on a thread of uncertainty for all that time? So she wouldn’t be lonely? I’d been feeling alone the entire time. I’m not any more lonely than I was before she broke up with me. It was just all for nothing

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I’m finally on the last stretch of my very slow Cardcaptor Sakura rewatch and this episode happens, which is actually a pretty great episode that forever confirms Meilin most certainly did not deserve the fandom hate she got, way back in the day.

Also I remembered that my younger self (and let’s face it, current self) madly shipped these two because a) look at this cute shit and b) I was so mad that the show didn’t give them happier endings (you could argue that neither of them needed to be in a relationship which I am super across, but come on, at least have Tomoyo be in an actual requited relationship instead of silently gracefully pining), and I wrote all sorts of horribly written fic that thank god have been long buried by the internet.

Cloud started when he felt a tug on his back pocket. He looked down and saw a lot of green. 

“Uh…kid,” Cloud started, “I don’t think you should be here right now.” 

The kid just pointed across the field. Cloud followed his finger to an enormous man covered in armor. 

Well shit. 

“Look kid,” Cloud started again, “You really might wanna get out of here before it starts getting ugly.” The kid just shrugged happily. Cloud drew the Buster Sword. 

Cloud heard a sword being unsheathed right next to him. 

“Uhh…how old are you?” Cloud asked. He had to be like…12. The kid just smiled. 

“Do you even understand a word I’m saying?” Cloud asked. He got a nod and another smile. Cloud resisted facepalming. 

“Just…stay behind me okay?” Cloud said and rushed forward. 

The man in armor (did he have green skin? What was with this place and the color green?) anticipated his attack. The force of it pushed him to the edge of the arena. Cloud’s opponent caught himself before he fell. 

Then an arrow flew past Cloud and knocked him down. Cloud watched him fall before turning back. 

The kid in green was holding his bow rather proudly. 

“Nice work, kid,” Cloud said, he tried to bite back a smile, “That’s a weird hat though.” 

That got a laugh. 

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The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. ‘She is a girl,’ she said, ‘and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.’ He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. ‘Girl or boy, we fight our battles,’ he said, ‘but the gods let us choose our weapons.’ He pointed to the spear, then to my mother’s tears, and I picked up the spear. ‘I told you she was mine,’ my father said, and took me

A Quick Way Of Filling In Lineart

This is just away that I’ve learned to fill in lineart and I hope it’ll be helpful for some beginners out there. This method will save you time when it comes to cleaning up your work if you tend to go outside your lines a lot. I did this all in Photoshop CS5 for those who are curious as to what program I’m using.

Okay, first things first is I have my lineart on it’s own separate layer. The next thing I did was create another layer (Layer 1) which I will use for my base color.

Next I used the Polygonal Lasso Tool from my tool bar and selected the area of my shape that I want to be filled in with color (where the running lines are). You can use the Magic Wand Tool but I find the Polygonal tool works better when it comes to getting a selection within your lineart. It may be tricky to use at first so play around with it.

One you have that filled in (either using your BRUSH tool or using the FILL option) then take that layer you’ve added color to and put it BEHIND your lineart layer. (I changed the name from Layer 1 to Base Color).

Now you’ll want to make another layer that will go on top of your Base Color layer (seen highlight in blue below) . Right Click on that new layer and scroll down until you see CREATE CLIPPING MASK and select that.

You should get an

arrow

that’s pointing down to the Base Color layer. Basically what this does is allow you to color over the Base Color layer you made, but without painting directly on that layer itself.


Say you wanted to see your image in a different color but you don’t want to go back and reselect the area around your lineart. Well you don’t have to if you’ve made a clipping mask. It will only go over the areas that you’ve colored that are in the layer underneath it. It’s a great tool for staying in your lines so you don’t have to do any clean up if you do decide to change the color of your object/character/etc.

If you were to RIGHT CLICK on that layer again (the layer highlighted in blue), you’ll find an option that asks you to release the clipping mask. If you do, then you get this:

You can always change it back by right clicking on it again to turn it into a clipping mask once more. You can have multiple clipping mask layers too. If you already have a clipping mask in use, creating a new layer button while you’re on the BASE COLOR layer will turn any new layers above it into clipping mask layers. Play around with those and see what you can do. Remember, pay attention to what layer you’re coloring on! ;P

i think what we need to understand is that bts wanted to make an impact with this mv. to create an impact they did something that was shocking, upsetting and risky but they got their point across effectively, their video had a profound meaning about hard times and friendship that blew many of us away and created leeway for debate on the meaning behind the mv, thus fulfilling their aim of creating an impact

this is Mikey Way. I drew him for you a few months ago, and I just found it now looking through my old sketchbook. seeing it, and all the preceding drawings, makes me realize exactly how much of an influence you are on my art. The only reason I really got the motivation to start drawing (or, rather, pursuing it) was stumbling across your blog in the late December month of last year, and thinking ‘I want to draw like that’. And so I did. I studied the art here and how it was created, looked for mediums I could recognize, and found a lot of other amazing art accounts branching from here (ex. fearlessvampiredoodles). This day, I can create far more realistic drawings (I think I might have a style now? Instead of taking influence from other artists?) and express my ideas far easier than I was able to at this point last year. And I owe most of that to this blog, and to the wonderful person who runs it. So here I am, giving you this small, messy, slightly strange drawing of Mikey Way as a thank you for existing, for creating, and for inspiring.

There are arts schools in America. In the finale they turned McKinley into an art school. Wasn’t the whole point of Glee about the arts in public schools? Keeping art programs for regular kids in regular public schools?

Why turn the school into a school for the arts?

It doesn’t make sense to me. Would half the people in Glee club be in Glee club if it was an arts school? No, they wouldn’t be in an arts school to begin with. No football team? No football players who discover they like to perform. No future Finns joining, no future Mikes, Pucks, or Sams. No cheerleaders would join if there’s no cheerleading! No future Quinns, Santanas, Brittanys, or Kittys! Tina and Artie were dared to try out, and then they realized they loved it. They wouldn’t have been in the school if it was for arts before they realized they liked to perform. No Arties, no Tinas. I could go on, but I think I got my point across.