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PayPal Commissions

Hey! So I’m opening Paypal commissions.
My terms :
- No NSFW content
- I will send you a sketch of the initial commission prior to completion, that way I can change things you don’t like.
- Payment is needed prior to the completion of the commission.
- Be descriptive of what you want. It helps me create exactly what you want. Send me references as well.
- write to me in a note about what you would like as it’ll help me organise things.
- I will send you my email for my Paypal through a note once we’ve discussed the terms of what you want for the commission.
- Unless specified, I will add my watermark on the commission to copyright the work. 

- If you wish to enquire, let me know ^^

PLAYLIST LIVE ORLANDO!!

Yoooo announcement timeeee🎶
I mentioned this briefly in a YouTube video but I’ll be going to Playlist Live this year!!! Who else is planning on being in Orlando July 5th-7th??😁

I thought it would be the perfect time to hold my first little meet-up/hang-out of sorts. I don’t know exactly when or where it’ll be but if you’re going to be in Orlando then I want to meet and hang out with you!❤

My girlfriend Sam ( @theboringlifeofsamantha) and my friends Kenny (@lilbritches) and Tunisia (@willygurl68) will also be joining me!

I’ll put out more info with the exact time and place once Playlist releases a schedule and it’s closer to May☺️ In the meantime, comment if you’re going to Playlist!!🎉

Thank you all for the support. But tonight we talked, and she said no.

Sometimes you give it your all.
But it won’t be enough.
I learned that tonight.

Tonight I learned what it was like to have your best friend, lover, someone who once said you were everything to them be completely cold, and refuse to even talk to you on the phone about what’s happening. I learned what it’s like to ask for closure or to ask what exactly am I doing wrong, and for that not to be important enough to say to me.

I learned that regardless of how willing you are, or how much love you have to give to someone, it means nothing if they don’t care anymore. It means nothing if they can’t even talk to you about it.

And that’s fine.
It’s fine.

anonymous asked:

How do I know if I've been seeing a spirit in my dreams? For a long time I've had dreams with this black haired man, and I called him Elijah most of the time. A friend of mine mentioned to me he had dreams with a guy exactly like this one in my dreams. He's always saving me from something, and once in one of these dreams someone said I was related to him and that's why 'they' were after me. Do you have any tips on finding out what is it about?

If you have the ability to do dreamwork/lucid dream, I would suggest inviting him into your dreams, then lucid dreaming and asking him about it, since that is how it seems he wants to communicate as of right now anyway. You can also attempt other forms of communication as well, but asking him directly is definitely going to be the best route!

It’s done finally!

It’s going to be a dual promo for @ruinosusangelus and I once I decide what exactly I want to do with it. At least one person wants to colour it. If anyone else wants to, feel free. Just please credit me for the art. I’d love to see what people come up with.

Edit: The look on Kefka’s face just oozes, “I know Lunafreya and Noctis are supposed to be posed here, but they’re a little preoccupied BEING DEAD!”

Please reblog. Do not repost.

HEY YO EVERYBODY! This is a little commission-y experiment I’m trying out. These here are adoptable eggs. I’m opening up four slots: two for the Earth egg, and two for the Heaven egg. What do you get by claiming one of these slots? You reserve your very own character design based on that of the egg, for your personal usage! Simply note me saying that you wish to claim either an Earth or Heaven egg, providing a PayPal e-mail and filling out this character design skeleton:

Egg:
Species:
Gender:
Body type:
Personality:
Special details (scars, tattoos, piercings)

Both eggs cost exactly $10 to claim a slot. Once I’ve sent you a PayPal invoice and you’ve sent me a payment, I’ll do the work! I’ll send character sketches periodically as I work, so you can suggest changes or improvements you would like to see. A note: these designs will be entirely SFW. No mention of naughty bits, please!

Thanks for taking a look at this! I hope you’ll adopt one of these eggs, or barring that, that you’ll spread this out for others who might be interested to see!

Current Slots:

Earth:
1: empty
2: empty

Heaven:
1: empty
2: empty                    

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There’s a place you can’t reach unless you have a dream too large to bear alone.

prints and stuff (redbubble)

Y'know, normally I make portraits based on photos, so this drawing was like a long and bumpy ride through hell, but in the end I gotta admit…… I enjoyed it. Very much.

Some Of The Best Hetalia Lines In The History Of Ever™

“I’M IN NORTH AFRICA RIGHT NOW AND I CAN’T TIE MY SHOELACES”

“Please close your legs.”
“I WANT THE CAMERA TO GET MY BEST SIDE.”

“Am I Catholic or Protestant?…God, I don’t know…”

“Oh thanks a million, next time why don’t you just stab me in the chest wITH A SPATULA”

“Wow I look exactly like you, a big douche-bag.”

“CHECK IT BEFORE YOU WRECK IT”

“Winter can suck my jingle bells!”

“YOU CAN’T GOOGLE THINGS IN 1942 YOU ASSHAT”

“I once killed a man with his own mustache and a grape.”

“EAT LEAD, YOU POTATO SUCKING BITCH!”

“My milkshakes bring all the boys–” “TO HELL WITH YOUR MILKSHAKES”

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD”

Day Eighty

-A woman used the phrase “I’m slower than Christmas,” with no context. I do not know what the holiday ever did to her but she had no reason to bring religion into the matter.

-I met an older woman sporting a phenomenal combination of a bowl cut and a mullet. I call this look a bullet and I will be appropriating it as my own.

-As I was ringing up a guest as the only cashier in the store, a cantankerous ol’ coot yelled at me, demanding I open up another lane. Whether he wished for me to conjure up a new cashier or to man two lanes at once, I do not understand where the urgency came from as he was next in line.

-A young, cheery couple came through my lane, purchasing $100 of towels each to redecorate their bathrooms while qualifying for a $25 off sale. The first purchase came up to exactly $99.99. The second, $99.88. The man happily made several round-trips to the washcloth display to even things out, and I would like to publicly applaud them simply for being the most polite couple in heterosexual history.

-The sweetest five year-old girl insisted upon unloading her mother’s cart and running her mother’s debit card all on her own to prove that she knew how to. Her need for a stepladder aside, she has displayed a level of independence and ambition I will never know, and I admire her for this.

-As an elderly woman came through my lane and went to unload her cart, she realized that it was entirely empty. She shrugged and said, in an utterly matter-of-fact tone, “I guess I didn’t buy anything,” and walked away without a care in the world.

-A man in his seventies told me of his plans to train his honeybees to bring him honey and deposit it in the mason jars he was purchasing. I would like to know what his strategy for training them was, but more importantly, what he had been using his bees for up until this point.

-As I rang up a woman in her mid-fifties, I found a face-down DVD amidst her items. Curious, I turned it over. It was a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. The shame in her eyes told me all that I needed to know. I returned the DVD to its face-down position.

-The elderly guests I find myself surrounded with each day inspire me to return to flip phones, because then I could dramatically flip it open with a stern, “Go for Tom,” and also because the Internet is a platform for sin.

-A young girl forged an armored gauntlet out of fast food containers. This ingenuity and resourcefulness will bode well for her in the oncoming battles.

-A woman in her sixties became panicked as loud music began to surround her. “What is that? What is going on up here?” she demanded. Distraught, she tried to flee the scene, to escape the music, but it followed her wherever she went. I looked on, aghast, unsure if I should tell her that her phone was going off.

oh by the way i also noticed something about yurio

did yurio tell mila to let him know when yuuri was about to perform?! that’s so sweet ok. you’re not convincing me otherwise. yurio gives so many shits about yuuri. he wants to see him do well. live. oh wow.

and also, after yuuri skates a flawless routine:

LOOK AT THAT LIL SMILE CREEPING UP THAT FACE. LOOK AT IT. my small child. i know you don’t want to smile but this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for, give yourself a break for once.

this. this is the golden one:

he forgets to watch the free skate, but thankfully he rushes back in time to watch yuuri do something insane:

i know everyone was shocked, but i’m thinking yurio has watched enough of yuuri’s performances to not expect to see that coming. he’s probably like, “since when did katsudon learn to land a quad flip??? what??? did i just see that???”

meanwhile, when it comes to his own teammate:

mila: hey, georgi’s about to start

lmao they’ve been giving us clues… yurio cares so much about yuuri, you have no idea.

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“The thing about Joan I keep coming back to is the incredible weight she carried from childhood, the terrible abuse, poverty and a mother who never wanted her. She carried this incredible sorrow. From there, she climbed to the top. Her ambition was monumental. MGM taught her how to walk, how to talk- there’s this Mid-Atlantic upper-class accent- and yet there are moments when you see it all fall away.” -Jessica Lange

“…very disturbing childhood, raised by a tyrant of a mother who whipped her causing bleeding welts across her legs…young Joan’s father had abandoned the family. Her brother Hal showed no sympathy for her. Her mother’s second husband Mr.Henry Cassin was kind to her, but he also left the family. Sent to a catholic boarding school, St. Agnes, she worked at waiting on tables because her mother could not afford tuition. Finishing her curriculum at St Agnes, her mother found her Rockingham Academy, in Kansas, who took her on as a pupil in exchange for her cleaning fourteen rooms of the mansion, scrubbing toilets, bathing the young children and tucking them in bed. She got five hours sleep on average. Life was hard at the academy as the principal would also beat the child. She tried running away, but was returned and further beaten. Neither her home nor school allowed escape from beatings. While Joan was schooling, her mother had a new man installed at home and he too would beat Joan mercilessly…this was when she dreamed of becoming a professional dancer.” -Vince Voice

“She had a Dickinson childhood. She was abandoned by her father before she could even remember him, then her stepfather abandoned her. She was forced to go to work in schools at the age of nine, clean toilets, she was beaten by her mother, by sadistic school mistresses, she was treated as a third class citizen by the other students in those schools.” -Bob Thomas

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If you thought I was done rereading yoi, you were wrong. This scene here happens in ep05, when Yuri is skating to “Yuri on Ice”

Before episode 10 this complaint of Victor’s was kinda cute. Like, he didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t be immediately pleased that the Victor Nikiforov showed up with no warning and announcing he’d be their coach.

Now however, he had every reason to be annoyed; as far as Victor knew, him showing up to be Yuri’s coach was something Yuri had asked for twice (once in the party, another by skating to “Stay by me” so since Victor was doing exactly as Yuri had so desired, he had expected Yuri to be so happy about it.

But to Yuri, who didn’t remember any of that at all, Victor’s initial arrival was a turmoil of anxiety, uncertainty and disbelief which only improved when he actually got to know Victor, so of course he wouldn’t express that part too excitedly at first

*adds to the compilation*

We may just have a decoder ring for TFP

Okay. I’m writing this meta sitting on a plane having seen TFP exactly once (in English) and having done a quick Wikipedia refresher on The Importance of Being Earnest after not having read it for 10 years. I’m also typing this on my phone so don’t expect formatting.

We need to add the out of the blue conversation about Oscar Wilde into the pile of “something fucky” about this series. If you can, try to put aside your rage about invoking Oscar’s ghost in this atrocity of an episode and bear with me. And if you’re not in a place to entertain tin foil hat conspiracies, that is absolutely okay.

Premise: My faith in Mark Gatiss is at about zero right now, but I’m still reluctant to believe that Mark would not only draw our attention to this play, by this man, in a show steeped in 1895, when there was absolutely no plot relevant reason to do so other than to get up the hopes of queer viewers and then brutally dash them.

WHY, then. Why any of this.

It could be brutally unnecessary queerbaiting. Or, alternatively: it could be something fucky. (If I’m wrong, then I’ll be the first in line to drag him, btw.)

If you’re not familiar: Wilde was a famous queer dramatist in Victorian London, he was a contemporary and friend of ACD, he wrote awesome queer literature that was too obvious and he was arrested and imprisoned for it (in 1895) which caused his early death. Being Earnest, in particular, is famous for being one of the most blatantly, obviously queer coded works of the Victorian era. It’s in part what got him arrested in the first place. I mean. There’s a character named “bunbury” (just wait for it), and the phrase “Earnest” was itself a code word among the Victorian gay community used to identify one another.

Now. Here’s where the fucky part begins. Being Earnest was written in 1895, the same year Wilde was arrested for aggravated gayness. Drawing attention to this play in particular is now drawing another 1895 parallel in actual BBC Sherlock canon, for better or for worse.

So we’re to believe that for no reason whatsoever, when Sherlock and Mycroft are saying their goodbyes to each other thanks to that idiotic “patience grenade”, that Sherlock finds it necessary to remind Mycroft that he played Lady Bracknell in Being Earnest and that he did a good job of it. Well that’s weird. Until we look up the character synopsis of Lady Bracknell: “the perfect symbol of Victorian earnestness - the belief that style is more important than substance and that social and class barriers are to be enforced.”

SOMETHING’S FUCKY, SOMETHING’S MAJORLY FUCKY. This is a perfect summation of Mycroft’s role in TAB. the perfect image of the establishment. The enemy that must be defeated. It’s also the perfect description of this episode: style over substance, and that social and class barriers (heteronormativity) are to be enforced.

Just for funsies, let’s look up the character synopses for the two main characters of Being Earnest:

John (Jack) Worthing: A young, eligible bachelor about town. His family pedigree is a mystery, but his seriousness and sincerity are evident. He proposes to the honorable Gwendolyn Fairfax, and despite leading a double life, eventually displays his conformity to the Victorian moral and cultural standards. (Holy shit, it’s John.)

Algernon Moncreiff: A languid poser of the leisure class, bored by conventions and looking for excitement. Algernon, unlike Jack, is not serious and generally out for his own gratification. Lady Bracknell is Algernon’s aunt. (Holy shit, it’s Sherlock, down to the funny name.)

And just to round things out, who is Gwendolyn Fairfax, the woman John proposes to? She “believes style is important, not sincerity. She is submissive in public but rebels in private.” This would fit with pre-redemption arc Mary.

The plot of the play is that both Algernon and Jack lead a secret double life using the assumed name “Ernest”. Algernon pretends to have an invalid friend named “bunbury” (ahem) out in the country who he needs to tend to, and uses this as an excuse to avoid social obligations. (This really has shades of sounding like the institutionalized Euros plot?) Jack, meanwhile, escapes his life of duty and responsibility in the countryside and becomes a libertine named Ernest when he goes to the city. (Oh hi, adventure craving John.) Farcical miscommunications happen, blah blah, the play ends with everyone officially named Ernest and everyone happily engaged to be married.

Back to the question, WHY, WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOULD THEY DO THIS? I think I may have an inkling. Being Earnest is known for two things: being suuuuper gay, and being trivial and farcical to the point that reviewers of the era were hesitant to even give it a shot. The queer coding implications of bringing this in are so obvious it goes without saying, so let’s move on to the farce. Reviewer William Archer said that he enjoyed watching it but found it to be empty of meaning. “What can a poor critic do with a play that raises no principle, whether of art or morals, creates its own canons and conventions, and is nothing but an absolutely willful expression of an irrepressibly witty personality?” Others said “it is of nonsense all compact”, and “the story is almost too preposterous” (to not be a soap opera).

Are these critiques sounding familiar at all??? Long story short: IT’S A LITERAL FARCE.

Lastly, let’s not forget what quote Mycroft actually brings into it: “the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.” The possible implications of that, I believe, go without saying.

I don’t want to get too far down into the meta rabbit hole because if I’m wrong it would be a waste of my time. But. SOMETHING IS EXTREMELY FUCKY HERE.

If - IF, and I recognize it’s a big if - there is a bigger plan here, our question is why do it this way, why bother with all this. I can think of two potentials: 1) If they’re highlighting the environment that ACD Sherlock was written in to make a larger point about heteronormative culture, or 2) something went wrong at the BBC level and they’re highlighting that we’re still culturally stuck in the same era.

Can we all just agree that there is a strong possibility this reference was written in for some sort of a purpose? Hopefully? Probably? There are too many parallels here and the signaling in the dialogue to this play was too out of place to just drop Wilde’s name for the sake of it? And if they did it just to add to the queer subtext that they’re not going to make use of, this is next level queerbaiting to the extent that I genuinely have a hard time believing Gatiss would allow this to happen? I’m hoping against hope? We know how important Wilde is to Mark as a gay man. If there’s nothing more, then I’ll come back to this topic in the future and pick it apart as free standing queer subtext. This just heightens the stakes of the “brilliance or dumpster fire” quandary we’re staring down right now.

If it were me writing Sherlock (and obviously it’s not, and obviously I don’t trust these guys right now): I would say that it would be a nice touch to update Wilde’s version of being “Ernest” - having to take on an assumed name and a secret double life and hide your queerness under subtext - to the modern queer standard of just “Being Earnest”. As in honest. True to one’s self. Ernest to Earnest.

It’s fucky. It’s just so fucky. What the fuck are they up to, guys.

Guzma is one of those insanely talented people who’s skills for whatever reason just went unrecognized no matter how much effort he put in. Seriously. Notice how all those trophies are different? He competed in so many different things, and yet the best he ever got was 2nd place. That right there just kills me inside.

He was probably really charismatic and a lot of fun to be around as a kid, before things started going south and the constant slew of failures and disappointments, not to mention the *heavy implications* of an abusive father broke him down and made him into the angry, insecure person he is today.

His story is just so sad, and really hits close to home for me as I once had a good friend who was literally exactly like Guz. Super-talented-yet-never-recognized, with an abusive father and all. He too was bitter and angry the world. The only thing he didn’t do was start/join a gang, but I digress. I mean, not many actual, living people can endure that kind of stuff and still come out fine, so that really puts it out there what a great character design Guzma has. He’s actually very realistic.

Tl;dr:
Guzma deserves better.

The Bookshop That Has (Almost) Everything

fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny

summary: Phil works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to suspect something’s up.

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“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can I ask you something?”

Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A Memoir” down on the counter.

“Do you actually need half of the books you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that, you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them all?”

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i.

Graveland’s Books is the kind of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate, or very lost.

It hides on the tail end of an alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out of 2016 and into the 18th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone shop sitting directly opposite, of course.

It’s not big in size, with a staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when you’re not concentrating properly.

But, for a job running along the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.

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