charging hard

Like hell the red lion is gonna let keith go so easily

bonus: black paladin, out. *throws double peace signs*

J2 VegasCon 2017 Gold Panel
  • Jared gets down on one knee and gestures to Jensen, introducing him onstage (Link)
  • Jensen is eating breakfast while Jared is talking about their juice cleanse. Jared: Juice cleanse was miserable. Says he just wanted to chew things and starts chewing his finger.
  • Jared: *drops mic* Jensen: For those of you playing the mic drop game, take a drink.
  • Jared did the mic drop after a fan told Jensen he was amazing last night :P
  • Jared talks about how Jensen was over at his house the other night and was singing Adele as a family friend played the piano.
  • Gen’s family has a baby grand piano that’s in their house. Jensen and the fam were at their place for the Super Bowl.
  • Jared says he has video of Jensen singing Adele.
  • Fan says she’s a Dean girl. Jared says that Dean girls are awesome and that he’s a Dean girl, too. Also, he can drink coffee while Jensen answers questions lol.
  • Jared: The SPNFamily has helped me understand we are all multifaceted people.
  • Jensen: It’s always hard to play for both of us when one of the brothers is changed. Always difficult adjusting to storylines where one of the brothers is down a dark path.
  • Jared says Sam is always changing like everyone is always changing.
  • Jared enjoyed writing all of the post-it notes in the last ep, like “lamp,” “another lamp” “coffee-no touchie!”
  • Jared told Jensen to “suck it” when the question was for him. Crowd *cheers* Jared: What happens in Vegas…
  • Someone asked about Austin. Jared gave Hula Hut an endorsement even though the food isn’t great at all lol. He says that Hula Hut’s atmosphere gave him the sense of people really loving a place. Recommends it to new Austinites.
  • If Jared could write a children’s book it would be about love and acceptance for yourself. If would be called WILFJ (What I Learned From Jensen) at Jensen’s prompting.
  • Jared says he would write a kid’s book because there are things he wishes he had learned sooner. Jensen: It’s titled, “Things I Learned From Jensen.”
  • Regarding Jared’s chapter in Fangasm’s new upcoming book: “I perform for a living. Nothing was as terrifying as writing a chapter of a book.”
  • At some point, Jared wraps his arm around Jensen while talking (link)
  • Jensen: No joke, we talked about naming the twins Law and Order lol.
  • Jared had suggested “Kindness Kim and Liberty Larry” for the twins.
  • Jensen: Those emotionally charged scenes are hard for us.
  • They are asked how they come down from emotional scenes. Jensen used to listen to music - he points to Jared - “I know you’ve done this.”
  • They’ve been doing this so long they don’t really have to do that anymore but Jensen sometimes gets home emotionally drained.
  • Jared talks about his experience working with Peter O’Toole and how he got worked up over nerves. Peter told him to “Leave Jared’s tears at home” and to save it for his character.
  • Jensen told Jared to pick a question asker. Then picked one for him and Jared went with it. ;P
  • The guy who was operating Larry, the mechanical bull in the last ep, was the guy who actually runs it there. Jensen rode that bull in fast motion and is still sore.
  • Jared was playing a table game last night and the girlfriend of the dude recognized Jared. Dude: “Do you have to cry?” Jared: “I cry all of the time.” “But you’re a big dude.” *mic drop*
  • Another: Jared was at blackjack yesterday with a guy. He mentioned he cries all of the time. The guy said, “But you’re a big dude.” Jared was like, yep! Men can cry, too, he was unapologetic about it.
  • Jensen said Jared wasn’t that big. Jared stepped directly in front of Jensen and lifted his chest and arms to cover him. Jensen, behind Jared, peeked out from underneath Jared’s raised arm by his side. Jared slaps his thigh/butt. (Video link: x) :D
  • Jensen talks about a bar in LA he went to when he first got there. Jared: Don’t look at me. Jensen: I know you’ve been here.
  • Fan says she loved Eric Brady. Jared starts freaking out: “OMG ME TOO!”
  • The boys joke around about a fan complimenting them. Jared says month fan discovered him was best of her life. Jensen says you don’t discover him, you just know who he is. Jared, after they’re done joking around: If you were to take what we say at panels and just wrote it down, we sound like such assholes.  
  • Jared says that Kevin Parks still mixes up their names. “He’ll call me Jensen. Kevin, you know more about SPN than anyone!”
  • Jensen: Crew still mix us up to this day. Jared: Twinsies!

Info via: Fangasm, Cherie, Kat, Wendy, Sil’s livetweet list

2

Kallus is a very mature and responsible brother Rebel.

Decided to color some doodles so I’d at least have something to post. Also makes for good coloring and background practice! So have some Kallus getting into the true Rebellious Spirit.

Bonus:

He has regrets.

2

the girl that akitoki hojo marries and asks to change her name to kagome IS actually early manga kagome tho and i lose sleep over that

Humans are Weird

Writing prompt everyone:
We all know humans are space Australians right? And even humans find Australia a scary as fuck place to like (like 90% of the fauna can and will try to kill you).

So now I’m thinking, what if Australia becomes known throughout the galaxy as the worst death-hole in the quadrant, and humans, particularly Australians, being the enterprising buggers that we are, decide to run an intergalactic supermax prison in the heart of the outback? Imagine the most Bogan of yobbo prison guards, imagine aboriginal tribes that are in charge of the truly hard cases, and freaking the aliens (and other humans) out with Dreamtime magic. Imagine guards who just let the truly desperate criminals run into the bush, knowing they’ll have to send out a search party in a couple days to collect what’s left of the body.

I’ll get around to writing something, but I want to see what the rest if you can do with it!

Actual thoughts I have while writing fanfics.

It’s been 5 chapters and they haven’t kissed yet and if I don’t do it soon then everyone is going to stop reading.

I’ve said this word so much that it doesn’t sound like a word anymore.

Why did I choose to make this a slow burn?

I’ve been writing for three hours and I’ve only done 400 words?!

This would be a perfect moment for smut but I’m gonna tease everyone and not give them what they want.

Thesaurus, my dear friend. What would I do without you?

I’m just gonna add something completely random and hopefully it will end up meaning something later. (I’ve done this so many times)

Okay, it’s been almost a month and I still can’t be bothered updating.

*Reading a comment saying what they think might happen and it being almost correct.*  WELL, Better change it up and do the complete opposite!

All these paragraphs are too frequent and it looks stupid even though it’s fine.

I wonder what *insert common readers name* is gonna say about this chapter?

What can I come up with to make my readers hate me today?

This sounds horrible as hell but I honestly don’t give a fuck right now cause it’s 4 in the morning…

I need a cliffhanger… Change the point of view and add a dramatic sentence.

God, *insert ship name* haven’t interacted with eachother since 3 chapters ago. Everyone is going to stop reading if I keep them apart any longer.

How many times do I have to change this “I love you” speech to make it sound different every time so it doesn’t sound the same as my other finished fics.

Ugh, when will this end?

Why am I making these two horny all the time? That seems quite far fetched..

I could make this conversation shorter but then I’d have less words and I want everyone to know I can write long chapters.

How do I write sounds? I can’t use BANG or Cazam! Sounds so lame.

This makes absolutely no sense but imma keep it anyway lol 

Why are people reading this again?

*Editing a chapter before publishing it. Also over a month later.* Mwah! Look at me go. I am so amazing that I deserve a treat for updating. *Goes and buys something that I’ll regret later.*

I could of avoided so much if I just changed one sentence.

Why is it harder to come up with a chapter name more then anything?

How do I spell *easiest word to exist* again?

I’m just gonna skip a few months so I can make the story seem longer but finish sooner lol

God, there is no smut yet and it’s halfway through/end of the story.. Better make them FINALLY do it even though it’s probably 20 or 30 chapters too late.

500,000 people better read this and leave me comments or I’m just gonna cry and eat my feelings lol

No one will notice if I “borrow” one line from a movie will they?

5

It’s funny how everyone likes to question Clarke and her leadership abilities. Always knocking her down for the choices she makes. Nothing she does is good enough, every decision is judged. Yet when it comes down to it, no one else puts themselves forward, they come running to Clarke when they are faced with a serious situation. In ‘Tinder Box’ when Octavia is found not to be breathing, panic and shock kicks in and no one knows what to do. It’s Clarke who pushes her worries and fears aside. In fact she doesn’t leave time for her feelings to cloud her judgement. Her only goal is to protect her people, make sure they survive and it’s always been Clarke that steps up and takes charge of the hard situations so the others don’t have to. No matter how difficult they may be.

batshizzmizz  asked:

Hi Leslie! I'm a game design major and after seeing some of my art in class, a classmate of mine asked for me to draw him in some cartoon style. I told him that I don't do that kind of thing for free, so he agreed to pay me. I took the request, but after a bit, I realized that I know NOTHING about taking commissions. I don't know how much to charge, if I should send progress updates or anything really. So that brings me to ask: do you have any tips or insight on doing commissions? Thank you!

OKIE DOKIE

1.) Figuring how much to charge is p hard. I heard there are websites that help you do it. All I can say is make sure it’s never less than the minimum wage. Here in CA I think min wage is $10.50/hr. so I won’t go under that. Technically I’ll spend up to 2-3 hrs per icon so I should be charging up to $30 haha but ech. JUST YKNOW. Dont undercharge! 

2.) Make them pay UPFRONT. Don’t work first and then have them pay! You can get scammed like that really how stupid!! If the person who is commissioning you doesnt want to pay upfront don’t take the commission. They can find someone else then.

OR you can have them pay half up front, do a sketch and send them that, and once they like the sketch they pay the other half and then you finish. But yeah I rather go with full payment up front cuz I refuse to work for free lmao.

3.) I, personally, love sending progress sketches! So that if they dont like something about the picture they can tell me as soon as possible! Nothing sucks more than finishing a long commission AND THEN they ask you to change something they dont like.

“No one could ever be that big of a jackass, Leslie!” UM YES THEY CAN haha trust me. So its best to send people multiple updates if you can afford to do so!

I like to send then a rough sketch WIP. If they like it I’ll do the lineart and send them that too. Once they approve the lineart I finish the coloring! The end!

4.) Communication is VERY important! Try to keep your commissioner updated often! If you dont talk to them for a while they’ll think you abandoned them and their commission. If you need a vacation or hiatus or whatever let them know! 

5.) REQUIRE VISUAL REFERENCES. unless of course it’s a custom adoptable or something. Nothing sucks more when someone is like “can u draw my oc they have short brown hair and blue eyes thanks :)” LIKE NO THANKS 

Not having visual references makes things incredibly hard! If they have no references then it’s considered a custom adoptable (you design a character for them) and that is usually more expensive than normal commissions! CUZ YOURE DESIGNING A CHARACTER FOR THEM WOWIE yeah 

6.) Be upfront about how long it’ll take you to finish the commission! If you think it’ll take you a week tell em! A month? Be honest! Dont say youll have it done in 2 days when you know youll be extremely busy or whatever haha like I said, COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANTE! 

TREAT YOUR COMMISSIONER THE WAY YOU WOULD WANT TO BE TREATED IF YOU WERE IN THEIR SHOES!

7.) If the commissioner is rude, too impatient, overall an unpleasant person it’s okay to drop them. Give them a refund and let it go, you HAVE that right. Don’t put yourself in a position you dont want to be in. If they cant be professional you can leave. If you give them a full refund you owe them nothing more. Sometimes people are assholes so don’t work with them. 

THATS ALL I CAN COME UP WITH RIGHT NOW. HOPE SOMETHING STICKS WITH YOU!! GOOD LUCK YOU’LL DO GREAT!! 

Originally posted by kurooscoffee

Knife and Flamethrower Part 2

[Part 1 is here]

Henry Bowers x Reader x Patrick Hockstetter

General Idea: Reader is dating Henry but sleeping with Patrick on the side

Warning: Violence, bad language, some sexual situations, NSFW

Keep reading

Soulmates - (5/5)

Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.

Warnings: Read part 1, 2, 3 and 4 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show.

———————————————

As soon as you walked into Monet’s, you saw Jeff. He looked exhausted. He was half sitting and half laying on a chair, in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. His cap was pulled down just enough to cover his eyes.

You reached his table and sat down in front of him. He got up as soon as he heard the sound of you dragging the chair.

“Hi” he greeted, with a sad and tired voice. You noticed how he seemed to get worse day after day. His skin grew paler, the bags under his eyes turned a darker shade of purple, his lips got dryer and dryer.

“Hi” you said it back. The whistle you heard on the accident night, the same one you’ve been hearing every since then, started to echo on your ear again. You ignored it, as usual.

“How’s your family?”

“Devastated. Yours?”

He breathed in heavily.

“Same”

You remained in silence. The whistle kept getting louder, something that also happened often.

“I owe you an explanation” Jeff began.

“No, you don’t” you immediately cut him off. “I misunderstood everything, I made things awkward, but I get it now. Let’s just forget about it”

“(Y/N), you misunderstood something, but not what you think you misunderstood”

You frowned.

“What are you talking ab-” you stopped talking. The whistle got louder than ever, turning into a deafening buzz. It grew louder and louder by the second, becoming unbearable. You shut your eyes and grabbed the edge of the table.

“What’s happening?” you barely heard Jeff’s voice, but felt his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t answer. Your head hurt. “Baby what’s the matter?”

Your grip on the table got tighter, to the point it broke beneath your fingers. The costumers, unable to see you, got scared out of their minds. In their view, that table simply broke itself.

“Let’s get out of here” Jeff said, and led you outside. You stopped at a park and sat down on the grass. “(Y/N), please, you’re scaring me”

Still frowning, you looked at him. Your vision was red and blurry, your head felt like it was being crushed. The noise wouldn’t stop.

“Remember how I told you…” you tried to speak, but it made the pain worse. “Whistle…”

“The whistle you’ve been hearing since that first night? Is that what’s bothering you?” he desperately tried to help, not knowing how.

“Too loud” you cried. “I-”

The buzz had a frequency and intonation, something you hadn’t realized until then. It was like… morse code? It came, lasted for a few seconds and stopped for a brief moment, then started again and went on like this.

“It’s like- it’s like words” you mumbled. “Jeff, I think someone’s talking to me”

As soon as you said it, the buzz stoped. It was replaced by a soft voice, not nearly as loud. It sounded like someone talking right beside you.

“And then there was Marcus. You remember the Dollar Valentine thing, right? Well, I showed up on Marcus’ list and he gave me a call” the voice said, as if it was telling a story. You remembered that voice.

“It’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. She’s talking to me” you told Jeff.

“It must be a good sign that you can hear them now” he smiled, sadly. “You must be close to waking up”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think that’s it”

“What do you think it is, then?” Jeff frowned.

“Hang on. Whatever Hannah’s saying, it sounds important” you asked. Jeff went silent and both of you sat there, in the grass, for about an hour. She talked and talked and everything she said sounded awful. She was being abused at school and she had no one to talk to. That’s why she was there, standing beside my bed, talking to my unconscious body.

“Well, that was number six. I have to leave now. I’ll come back tomorrow for number seven” Hannah said, after she finished the whole Marcus story. “I hope you get better soon. You seem like a nice girl. I’d like it if we became friends”

And then she left. You decided that, when and if you woke up, you’d become Hannah’s best friend and stand up for her.

“Jeff?” you called. He was distant, lost in thoughts, but looked at you immediately when you called his name. “She just left. We can talk now”

He held my hand.

“I have to tell you something. Explain myself”

“Jeff, it doesn’t matter. Soon you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone” you said. Before he could say anything, you kept going. “This morning, my mom told my grandparents that the doctors said I’ll probably never wake up. I hurt my head badly, and I haven’t been responding to the medication. They’re going to turn off my life support in three days. I’m dying”

Jeff’s mouth hung open.

“Baby I’m so sorry…” he held you on his arms and it felt like the safest place on earth. You gently pulled away, tears escaping your eyes.

“If I’m not the one for you, if you don’t feel the same way I do, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do”

“(Y/N), you are the one for me” he cupped your face with his hands. “I didn’t say so before because I didn’t want to be a weight on your life”

You gave him a light push.

“You’re an idiot! It wasn’t your choice to make… besides, you couldn’t possibly be a weight for me” you sighed. Jeff smiled again, that lazy smile of his, and kissed you passionately.

After a while, you decided to take it somewhere else. Even though no one could see you, it was definitely weird having a makeout session on the middle of a town square.

———————————————

Jeff took you to a greenhouse on the next day. You would watch the sunset there. He looked ill and worn out, but made his best effort to look fine. You both climbed up to the roof, sitting there and waiting. The sun slowly faded in the horizon while you held hands.

“Hey there” Hannah’s voice interrupted the moment. It scared you enough to make you jump a little. Jeff glanced at you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Not wrong, just weird. I mean, Hannah’s back. People have been talking to me all the time since yesterday, but I still didn’t got used to it. It’s like they’re right next to us, but I can’t see them”

Jeff nodded.

“So, number seven. Zach Dempsey” Hannah kept going with her story. You didn’t really understood why she was telling it like it was a list, labeling people with numbers and stuff like that.

“Can’t you hear anything?” you asked him, when Hannah took a break from her and Zach’s story.

“Not really” he shrugged.

“Why?” you insisted.

“Jesus, I don’t know” he laughed uncomfortably. “Maybe you’re more spiritually developed than me”

You rolled your eyes. Then something hit you.

“What’s your current state?” you asked.

Jeff looked at you like you were an alien. Then, he pinched himself in the arm.

“Solid” he answered.

“That’s not- you’re such an idiot” you laughed. “I mean, you never told me why you’re here. Are you in a coma? It’s probably an induced coma. You would be in a lot of pain if you woke up now. Your body needs time to heal. That’s why they put you in an induced coma”

Jef laughed.

“How come every time you ask me a question you answer it yourself?” he asked, and held you on his arms.

“Not every time” you denied, smiling. “I mean, only occasionally”

“I have to tell you something” Jeff kissed your forehead. You sat straight in a heartbeat, but not because of his words, but because something was wrong.

“Well anyway, I decided to try him” Hannah’s voice came back.

“Are you okay?” Jeff asked.

You grabbed his hand so firmly you were pretty sure your nails hurt him.

“My heart” you said. “Something is wrong”

You pressed your free hand against your chest and waited. Nothing happened.

“My heart is not beating” you whispered.

“I wrote a letter-” Hannah’s voice was interrupted by a loud noise. A machine was beeping like crazy.

“(Y/N)?!” Both Hannah and Jeff screamed your name.

“Somebody help her!” Hannah yelled. You heard more voices. Someone telling her to back away. Someone shouting “Page cardio!”. Jeff talking to you.

“I can’t hear you” you cried to him. “So many… voices!”

He picked you up and got down the roof. Carrying you in his arms, he ran away from the greenhouse. You read his lips. He was saying “stay alive, stay alive”.

You couldn’t see where he was heading. Your body kept going into shock. It was the defibrillator. They yelled “Charge to 200!” and “Clear!”, then it hit your chest and it hurt like hell. It felt like you were being electrocuted.

You looked up to the stars. They were just a blur on the sky, since Jeff was running with you on his arms.

The noise from the hospital started to fade away slowly. You could now hear clearly while Jeff still whispered like a mantra: “Stay alive, (Y/N), stay alive”.

“Jeff?” you called.

“Hey baby. We’re almost there, okay? I’m taking you to the hospital” he cried.

“It won’t help” you told him, but he kept running. “Jeff. Jeff. Jeff, please, stop!”

He did as you said. He looked at you, desperate, and you smiled weakly at him.

“Let’s sit down for a moment, okay?” you asked. He nodded, crying his eyes out. You sat in front of a place you recognized as the small farm where you learned to ride a bike. Yeah, it really was near the hospital. Only a few blocks away. You didn’t realize it until now.

“Baby I’m sorry. I don’t know how to help you” he whispered.

“It’s okay… it doesn’t hurt” you said.

“You don’t have to lie” he ran his fingers through your hair. “They’re defibrillating you. It must hurt like a bitch”

You managed to laugh a little.

“I know that we just met and maybe this is too much” he started, but struggled to say the words he wanted because he was crying so, so hard.

“Charge to 360!”

“Clear!”

Your body jumped and Jeff held you tighter.

“The thing is, even in that short amount of time, we got to know each other. We shared a story, an intense story, we’ve been through a lot together” he said. You tried to respond, but it was too hard. “You were… you are” he corrected himself “an important part of my life. And I love you, (Y/N). I really really do”

Your fingers gently caressed his face. Your mouth opened up to say it back. It was a huge struggle, but he needed to know. You had to say it back.

“Charge to 360! Again, people, again!”

“I-”

“Clear!”

Your body jumped again and, with a desperate grasp for air, you lifted yourself enough to sit down. You looked around and the sudden brightness blinded you for a second. The hospital. You were at the hospital. They brought you back before you could say it.

“No, no, no!” you screamed.

“Miss (Y/L/N), calm down” somebody said. “Tell Rose to call her parents”

“Let me go, I need to tell him! Where is he?” you cried, and grabbed one of the doctors by the arm. “Sir, I need to see him. Take me to his room, he can hear me, I know he can. I heard you all!”

You looked around frantically and saw Hannah’s pale and scared face.

“Hannah! Hannah, I heard you! If I can hear you, he can hear me!” you tried to make them listen, but they kept trying to push you down. “Please don’t sedate me, please, I just need to tell him. I need to tell him!”

“Make way. Make way” a male voice said. The older doctor who claimed to be friends with my parents showed up in my sight. “(Y/N), sweetheart, do you remember me?”

“Richard Webber” you finally recognized him. “Richard, please, I need to see him. I have to tell him!”

“Calm down, okay? Who do you need to see?” he asked, although something in his eyes told you he already knew.

“Jeff! Jeff Atkins!”

“Do you mean the boy who was in the car with you?” Richard asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s the one!”

Everybody looked away. The doctors started to leave the room, and the only ones who remained were Richard, Hannah and you. Neither of them seemed to be able to look you in the eyes.

“Richard, please, it’s very important. I have something to tell him, he needs to know” your voice didn’t sound as loud as before. Your screaming turned into a sorrowful whine.

“(Y/N)… Jeff flew out the window. The car landed right above him-”

“I already know that” you sighed. “Just tell me where he is right now”

“What I’m trying to tell you is… the car crushed his skull, spinal cord and ribs. That means he didn’t make it. He passed away instantly”

That couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not true. He told me…” you started.

What? What did he tell you? He never said he was alive. He never mentioned he was in a coma. You just assumed it all.

As you thought about it, you realized just how many clues he gave you. He didn’t let you look while they took his body from under the car. He mentioned several times that he didn’t have a life anymore, that he would never play baseball again and he would never go to college. He never said it was because of his injuries or amputations. Once again, you just assumed.

“Oh my god” you fell apart, and the warm tears ran across your face. Jeff was dead. He knew it all along. That’s what he meant when he said he didn’t want to be a weight on your life. He knew just how painful it would be for you, this very moment, when you woke up and realized he was gone. “I didn’t got the chance to tell him”

Hannah walked towards you and hugged you.

“Hannah, he told me he loved me and I didn’t get a chance to say it back. I was about to… then I woke up here” you sobbed.

“I’m sure he knows. Wherever he is, he knows” she said.

————- Bonus —————-

“Auntie (Y/N)” you heart a childish voice calling you. You looked away from the book you were reading and saw your best friend’s six year old toddler. His bright blue eyes were wide open and staring at you.

“Yes, honey”

“Have I and you paint that together?” he pointed at a big painting hanging on your living room’s wall. “Because I know to read and it says on the corner ‘Jeff and (Y/N), 2017’. But I are confused because I are born in long after 2017”

You laughed softly.

“Well, that was another Jeff. He was a friend of mine, and also of your mommy and daddy” you explained. “He was such a good friend that your mommy and daddy named you after him”

“So the name of his was Jeffrey Baker Jensen?”

“No, baby” you picked him up. “Just Jeff”

“Are your babies named after people too?” Jeff asked. “Is sister of mine Heather named after people?”

“No. We only name our babies after people when they’re really really special” you said, smiling. “Would you like to see a picture of Jeff? I have one near the fireplace”

“I dooooo” he yelled, and giggled.

“You two actually look alike, did you know that? He had blue eyes and brown hair just like yours”

“We’re twins!” baby Jeff yelled again, then he frowned. “Where are Uncle Jeff right now?”

“He’s on the sky. He’s a star now”

“Does that mean he lives with the moon and asteroids and comets and astronauts and spaceships and aliens?”

“Well, it definitely sounds like him” you giggled.

Wherever he was, you knew it was a better place. You could almost see him living new adventures, watching lobsters fight and playing baseball, forever young, dreamy and beautiful. You still loved him and would love him forever. And even though you never got the chance to tell him that, deep in your heart you were sure he knew.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a newbie artist and I hope you don't mind answering a question for me :) when you have those white words against the black background in your traditional media arts, do you outline the words first and colour around them or is there some other technique that you employ? I hope I'm not imposing too much! Thank you!

hello anon! ahaha I used to outline it first, but a few years ago @willowfoot gave me my first white gelly roll pen!! this magical pen draws in w h i t e :0 I learned about it back in my beginner days on instagram (lots of traditional anime/chibi artists use it). My tip is don’t rely on them too much because sometimes it’s hard to get them to work and too much of it will ruin your drawing ( ‘ v ‘ )b //well, for me anyways

Mini-Golf Headcanons

I have no motivation to draw but I do have headcanons that totally aren’t 100% based on my actual family ayeee.

Keith:
•Hits the ball way to hard
-low-key doesn’t try to
-high-key doesn’t care

•Always gets the ball in the water
-the water can be twelve feet away, he will get it in the water

•Never has a score under 60

•Begins to swing with one arm when he’s done™

•Misses the hole from 2cm away

Lance:
•The King™ of hole in ones
-does a victory dance every time

•Does a weird ass pose every time he hits his ball

•Pokes everyones ass with his golf club
-mainly Keiths
-“Your move mullet.”

•Ends up hitting everyones ball 2ft away from their original position

•Takes selfies with all the dinosaurs/pirates/etc.

Shiro:
•"Keith! Stop hitting the ball so damn hard!“

•In charge of the score card

•Always picks the black ball
-“It’s a representation of my soul.”

•Tries to keep hitting his ball thus skipping everyones turn
-“Shiro, you can’t do that.”
-“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

•Gives everyone a five even though they may be at 7+ hits

Hunk:
•Convinces everyone to get ice cream after they’re done

•His ball doesn’t go farther that a foot on the first hit

•The yellow ball is the lucky ball
-No yellow ball? He’ll opt for orange

•Photobombs Lances selfies

•Beats Keith only by a couple points
-Keith is salty™ in the corner

Pidge:
•Keeps score (with actual hit counts) in her head

•Takes four years to hit the ball
-“It’s all about calculation…”

•"Shortest goes first!“
-L: "Does that mean Keith goes second?”

•Main purpose is to kick ass and take names
-always gets second place
-“Damn you Lance!”

•On going strand of curse words when her ball lands a cm away from the hole and doesn’t go in
-S: “Pidge! Watch your language!”

I couldn’t think of any for Coran and Allura. If you have any, feel free to share!

Study Sesh | A Peter Parker Imagine

Peter Parker x Reader
Words: 1,958
Summery: You’re nervous about a big test in a shared class you have with Peter, and since everyone knows that Peter is that smartest kid in school, you asked for his help studying. What you don’t know is anything about him outside of school, so the two of you have normal, cute, friendly conversations.

His room was small, but large enough to fit a bunk-bed, a desk, a folding card table, two chairs, and space before the window. The two of you standing there filled up just about the rest of the space, but it was comfortable. You couldn’t be sure, but when you glanced up to Peter he seemed to blush. Had he ever been this close to a girl before? It didn’t matter because you were blushing yourself.

“So you can sit anywhere,” he started, gesturing to the whole of the room. You nodded and replaced the fallen locks that’d freed form behind your ponytail to behind your ear. He stepped back to give you room and accidentally bumped into the folding card table. “This isn’t usually in here…”

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