combined a few of my colorings and this is the result

SO LET’S TALK “WHO’S THE TRAITOR” SOME MORE

If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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Imagine You Won a Cruise in Space

Part 1

You couldn’t believe how lucky you had been! Only six people had been selected in the whole country and you got to be one of them! An interstellar alliance had recently made contact with Earth and offered six lucky people - randomly drawn, of course - the chance for a year long cruise through the galaxy.

You were greeted on the ship and led to a cozy room with soft carpet and cushy chairs to sit in. You had been the first to arrive, but the other winners had quickly followed. As the six of you - three men and three women - sat and chatted excitedly amongst yourselves, you couldn’t believe how swanky this ship was. Especially given it had been designed by other species. Soon, a human-looking man in a suit greeted you all.

“Welcome!” he chirped, with an enormous grin on his face. “We’re beginning takeoff as I speak, but you shouldn’t feel any turbulence. And don’t worry, this ship is the safest the alliance has to offer. And, of course, you will all be well taken care of during your stay on this ship with your new mates!”

“Mates?!” all six of you cried.

“Why, of course,” he stated, as if it were obvious. “Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Well, it’s only for a year, right?” one of the other women offered hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” your host retorted, sounding almost offended. “All of the species you’ve been paired with mate for life. As I understand it, you humans are monogamous, are you not?”

“Sometimes,” one of the men snorted with a smirk.

Another man appeared confused. “But how could we mate with different species? Obviously there will be no offspring.”

The host rolled his eyes. “You humans are so behind, technologically. We are more than capable of making all of you compatible with your new mates.”

“Aren’t you human?” you asked.

“No,” he replied patiently. “I’m a shape-shifter. And you’re all very lucky none of you are going to be impregnated by my species. Our females are pregnant for five years,” he informed them with a smirk. “Obviously all of you will carry your young for different lengths of time, though. Two of you will be assigned to each species, but even if you have the same species, there will be variance in the lengths of time you each carry the young.”

“Each?!” the three men cried.

“We’re not getting pregnant, right?” a small, pale man asked.

“You most certainly are,” the shape-shifter corrected. He received a ping on a device and a large smile split onto his face. “Okay, each of your mates is prepped in a room for all of you, so after your physical, you can go straight to them.”

You were then ushered off into an examination room as you were thoroughly examined - particularly in your child-bearing abilities. Just when you thought all the poking and prodding was over, you were given multiple injections all over from your neck to your uterus. At first you didn’t feel anything but after a few moments you began to feel…strange.

“Don’t worry, honey,” the nurse - who was a reptilian species - told you in an attempt to be comforting. “Molzon hormones tend to make you feel a little funny, but you’re just fine.”

As she lead you to where your ‘mate’ awaited, you asked her, “What’s a Molzon?”

“Oh, they’re amphibious,” she drawled. “If I’ve read my human folklore correctly, then they’re kind of like your mermaids. Except: instead of a fish tail, they have tentacles as their lower half. You seem like a sweet girl, so I’m sure you and him will get along just fine.”

She stared expectantly at you as you stood outside the door. Feeling as though you were going to throw up from a combination of nervousness and Molzon hormones, you opened the door.

Inside, you saw him and he was close to what the nurse had described. He was a sort of octopus merman with blue-green skin that was shifting color slightly. However, unlike the mermen conjured in your imagination, he a little thick around the middle. It almost looked a little like a beer belly. He noticed you come in and his eyes grew wide as he blushed. “Oh, hi!” His voice cracked nervously. “I thought you might want to have some dinner, first. That’s what humans do, right?”

He appeared unsure as to whether or not what he’d done was appropriate, so you nodded silently as he lead you to a candlelit table - like something you’d see at a fancy restaurant.

You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t really help it. After all, he was an alien species. He appeared to have very little difficulty walking above water with his tentacles and because his tentacles were so long, he was about seven feet tall.

The dinner went surprisingly well, given the circumstances and Zeri, that was his name, was actually a total sweetheart. He enjoyed puzzles and playing musical instruments, and reading. The nerdy Molzon would have been exactly your type…had he been human.

“This isn’t fair to you,” he stuttered after dinner. “I know a female of my species would be much better suited-” But he cut himself off with a slight groan before stuttering out, “Did they give you the hormones, already?”

“Yeah,” you squeaked back.

He began massaging his belly and whimpering. “I’m so sorry,” he cried, before gently pulling you into an adjoining room that had a large, marine pool. He gently removed your clothes and eased you into the pool, before doubling over and moaning in pain, clutching his belly again. Then, as he lowered himself into the pool, he began panting and moaning a little as he tried to explain. “The pheromones…ghhnnng…they make me….hoo hoo hoo….I can’t stop….gaaah!” he gave a sharp cry, continuing to rub his belly, which appeared to be…clenching? “I have to mate.”

Then, he let out a monumental groan before pulling you to the middle of the pool, careful to keep your head above water. You felt something begin to prod around your vagina before unceremoniously entering. You gave a pained cry, causing Zeri to flinch, but he didn’t stop and you felt the appendage slide far up into you, past your cervix, and enter your uterus.

You were trembling from the pain and Zeri continued to stutter out apologies as his eyes watered from the great deal of pain he was obviously in, too. His tentacles held you in place as his human arms wrapped around his middle and he let out something between a groan and a grunt. “Hnnngggg.” His face slackened a little in relief as you saw a large object come out of his body, slowly begin traveling up the appendage he had inserted inside you before it, too, began prodding at your entrance.

“Zeri,” you cried in a panic.

“I’m so sorry.”

The object forced its way into your vagina, eliciting a scream of pain from you as it traveled slowly up to deposit itself in your uterus. The result was a slightly distended belly, while Zeri’s belly looked slightly smaller.

He moaned again, grunting and crying as another came out of him to force its way into you again.

This process continued for the better part of two hours and you were now HUGE - filled with eight of the damn things.

“This is…the last…one,” Zeri huffed, having difficulty breathing from all the effort exerted on his part. He continued uttering apologies as he began to expel the final egg. But this one took a lot longer than the others. “Ggghhh,” he grunted after twenty minutes, before giving out a startling cry as the egg left his body.

As you saw it traveling towards you, you found out why he’d had so much difficulty. The eggs, which had all been about the size of an elephant bird egg, paled in comparison to this one, which was almost twice as big as the others. “No, no, no, no, no,” you bawled, as it inched closer. “Please, no,” you sobbed as it began to make contact with your already sore pussy. But of course, it went in, anyway. You thought for sure you would be ripped in half and die as the ninth one was shoved in, but it made it into your uterus, just as the others did.

“One final part,” he promised.

A liquid began to pump out of his appendage and fill you. Your belly, once misshapen due to the lumpy eggs, began to smooth out and expand even further. You gasped and wheezed through the next few minutes as you were pumped with the fluid.

Then, it was finally over. Zeri, as sweaty as he was, and as much as he panted, helped you out of the water, though his tentacles were far from steady. It was difficult for you to stay upright since you felt as though you’d gained over 100 pounds since entering the water and, looking at your girth, that was definitely possible. You couldn’t wrap your arms entirely around your belly and there was about five or six inches between your fingertips when you tried. “I’m sure your exhausted,” he huffed, trying to keep both of you upright. “I’ll take you to your room.”

Your room was luxurious to say the least. You wanted to shower, but decided against it and just collapsed onto the bed, naked.

“I’ll arrange for some clothes to be brought for you tomorrow that should fit.” He had the biggest look of guilt you’d ever seen. “I’m so sorry,” he cried again, before leaving you alone.

You covered yourself with blankets, painfully aware of your newly distended belly. It was impossible to get comfortable with how angry the stretched skin felt and the extra weight, but you tried to sleep nonetheless. As Zeri had suspected, you were indeed exhausted.

The final thought that popped into your head as you drifted off was: how long will I be like this?

To be continued…

sharkie-heart  asked:

Hi there! I'm not sure if you've answered something similar to this, but I'm wanting to write an autistic character. She's very severe, and has trouble communicating (slurred speech), her personality is also very spacey and oblivious. Any tips, or things to learn about writing an autistic character when I myself am not autistic? Thank you! Take your time!

Thanks for your question, love!  I apologize for the wait, but I’m happy to finally get to answer this :)

So first, I’ve got a a note on what you’ve described about your character.  For one thing, it’s preferred among most autistic people that there be no “sliding scale” of severity – because there are so many different symptoms and combinations of symptoms, and “severity” seems to only relate to symptoms that bother allistic people most.  Here’s a masterpost on how to handle this topic.

So now that this is out of the way, here are my official tips for writing autistic characters!

How to Write Autistic Characters

So it took me some time to prepare for this question, primarily because I saw so little information out there for writing about autism!  And that’s understandable, since it’s such a complex topic – after all, no two autistic people have exactly the same symptoms and coping mechanisms.  Plus, since autism is basically a top-to-bottom different living experience, it’s difficult for allistics to identify with.

But I’m going to discuss this in a few different parts: symptoms, coping mechanisms, positive qualities, and stereotypes to avoid.  I’ll try to keep it as brief as possible without sparing any information :)

Symptoms of Autism

There are many different symptoms of autism, although the mental/emotional aspects of the disorder is most often overlooked by the general public.  It’s important to recognize that every autistic person’s experience and symptoms are different.  Some people have few social problems but they can’t handle the sensory experience of a restaurant; some have few physical problems, but they struggle with OCD and can’t maintain a conversation.  The only difference between symptoms is that some are talked about and some are not, which makes them seem “uncommon.”

Physical Symptoms

  • Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) – SPD is defined as the struggle to process different sensory input – visual, auditory, tactile, taste, olfactory, proprioception, vestibular and interoception.  SPD causes hyper- or hyposentitivities to certain sensory stimuli (e.g. certain clothing textures, food textures, scents, and lighting – especially fluorescent lighting.  Ugh.)
  • Dyspraxia – A result of SPD, dyspraxia makes it difficult to control one’s physical movement.  It creates problems with planning and executing actions, as well as speaking or judging spacial proximity.
  • Sleep Disorder – Many autistic people struggle with sleeping for various reasons – hypersensitivity seems to be the greatest cause.  Offensive sheet fabric, noises, or lighting can cause sleep problems, as well as racing thoughts or anxiety.
  • Lack of Energy (or Spoons) – Often caused by sleep problems or SPD, a lack of energy intensifies normal symptoms.  Understand that when an autistic person engages in a stressful or energy-consuming experience (prolonged socialization, insomnia, bad sensory environments, anxiety, etc.)
  • Nonverbal Communication – This type of communication is used by nearly one-third of autistic people, either because they aren’t able to use language in a meaningful way, because it requires an excessive amount of mental/social energy, or because they suffer from a learning disability.  Some people go temporarily nonverbal in times of stress to conserve energy.  Most nonverbal autistic people learn other means of communication, like writing, sign language, or scripting/echolalia.

Mental Symptoms

  • Executive Dysfunction – This dysfunction makes it difficult for some autistic people to start, finish, and quit tasks; to make decisions and switch activities; and/or create, organize, and follow through with plans.  This should not be confused with procrastination, as it is not a decision – it’s a result of low energy.
  • Alexithymia – Alexithymia can cause autistic people to struggle to identify their own emotions, or separate physical feelings from emotional feelings.  It’s closely tied with lowered interoception, which is defined as the struggle (or inability) to define and assess physical sensations like hunger, thirst, tension, etc.
  • Meltdowns – Meltdowns are an emotional response to overstimulation and stress, causing some autistic people to “lose control” of visceral emotional responses (e.g. shaking, kicking, crying, shouting, etc.).  There is another type of meltdown called a shutdown, which causes an opposite reaction: dissociation and lack of external response.  It’s a flight reaction rather than a fight reaction.
  • Increased Likelihood for Other Mental Disorders – Since the world isn’t exactly built for autistic people, there are plenty of everyday challenges and stressors (as well as difficulty maintaining supportive relationships) that can cause other comorbid disorders, such as OCD, anxiety, and depression.
  • Learning Disability and Late Childhood Development – While autism itself is not classified as a learning disability, it’s often comorbid with different types of learning disabilities.  Autism can also cause late development of speech and motor skills, among other things.

Social Symptoms

  • Hyperempathy or Low Empathy – On two ends of the spectrum, autistic people often struggle with the “right balance” of empathy – being either unable to identify, express, and empathize with emotions, or unable to shut off or control their own emotions as well as to separate themselves from other people’s emotions.
  • Impulsive Behavior – Because of a (sometimes) weak understanding of social rules and/or imbalanced empathy, an autistic person may struggle to stop and think before they say or do something impulsively.  This can cause interpersonal issues, as impulsive speech may offend or hurt others, while impulsive actions may feel too “out-of-control” or “hard to manage” for loved ones.
  • Difficulty Interpreting or Expressing Social Cues – Autistic people often struggle to understand facial expressions, body language, tone of voice, sarcasm, flirting, or figures of speech – and because of this, they can often come off as “oblivious” or “simple” (although this is inaccurate and contributes to a lot of misrepresentation).  It can also be difficult to express social cues, which is why some autistic people can appear to be awkward, clingy, aloof, or uninterested in friendship/romance.
  • Social Anxiety – Social situations can be especially stressful for autistic people, due to the amount of thinking it requires – to interpret cues, to “pass” as allistic, to express themselves clearly, to curb impulses, to handle sensory challenges – and this leads to social anxiety.
  • Social Isolation – As a result of social anxiety, some autistic people experience isolation, as they may feel more comfortable in their own environment, alone.  This is an unfortunate result of ableist culture, and may be worsened by executive dysfunction which can make it difficult to reach out to others.
  • Struggle with Change – Whether in routine, environment, appearance, or the natural changes of life (such as graduation, moving, marriage, death in the family, new job, etc.), change can cause great stress for some autistic people.  This is why many autistic people enjoy comfort objects, old music, childhood memories/interests, or specific, consistent colors, styles, or textures for their belongings.

Coping Mechanisms for Autistic People

There are many methods of coping with the negative aspects of autism, but there are a few that are most popular:

  • Behavioral & Occupational Therapy – Therapy (often combined with medication) is a continuous process of reducing symptoms, coping with stressors, and learning how to function in an allistic world.  (The most common method of behavioral therapy, ABA, has reports of being abusive, so be mindful of this if you’re researching/writing about therapy!)
  • Stimming – “Stimming” or self-stimulating is a physical coping mechanism for sensory overload and similar stress.  Stimming can be healthy or unhealthy depending on the action involved (some unhealthy stims include skin-peeling or hitting one’s head), and it can be conscious or subconscious.  It’s often seen as “weird” or “bad” by allistics (especially parents), so some autistic people train themselves out of the habit from a young age.
  • Special Interests – Special interests are half a coping mechanism and half a natural part of autistic people’s lifestyles.  It’s defined as a devoted interest to one or two subjects or activities – special interests can reduce stress, help focus, and provide motivation against executive dysfunction. 

Positive Qualities of Autism

Now that we’ve gotten all the bad stuff out of the way, I’m gonna list a few common positive qualities of autistic people.  Remember that these do not apply to all autistic people, but may be a natural consequence of autistic traits:

  • Determination
  • Dedication
  • Divergence (from trends and social expectations)
  • Passion
  • Honesty
  • Uncritical nature
  • Attention to detail
  • Good memory
  • Logical reasoning
  • Active imagination
  • Integrity
  • Understanding of what it’s like to be judged or left out
  • Skilled with children

Autistic people, of course, have many other great qualities, and may struggle with many of the above.  Creating a character with all these qualities will yield you a stereotype, so be mindful!


Stereotypes of Autistic People

Finally, there are a few popular stereotypes of autistic characters, which should be avoided at all costs:

  • Autistic People are Psychic – We get this courtesy of shows like Touch, where the (usually nonverbal) autistic child suddenly starts speaking because they see ghosts or are somehow connected to “another world”.  Autistic people joke about themselves being “aliens”… but allistic people really shouldn’t.
  • Autistic People Need Caretakers – While some autistic people do struggle to manage their lives alone, it’s a pretty harmful stereotype in media considering the lack of positive representation autistic people get.  Plenty of autistic people (whether you consider them high- or low-functioning) lead successful lives on their own, and they deserve representation.
  • Autistic People are Burdens – The most stereotypical portrayal of autistic people is that they are the weight pulling on their parents’ ankles – that they destroy parents’ sex lives and make teachers crazy and their friends need a “night off” from their autistic friends.
  • Autistic People are Childlike – While many autistic people enjoy activities geared toward children, and while meltdowns can resemble an allistic child’s temper tantrum, autistic people are not childish or unintelligent.  Autistic adults are adults, no matter their struggles.
  • Autistic People Look Different – Autistic people don’t all look a certain way from birth – this is a myth that has been debunked time and time again, the same way that the Vaccines Cause Autism myth has been debunked, time and time again.  Don’t perpetuate these myths in your writing.
  • Autistic People are Like Robots – Autistic people may not express their feelings well, but they have feelings.  Being nonverbal, being dissociative, being aloof or awkward – none of these things make an autistic person unfeeling or non-human.  Be mindful to show the emotional side of your autistic character, even if they struggle to express it to others.

Resources for Researching Autism

A lot of these are courtesy of @anonymusauthorin, whom I thank very much for her information and deep connection to the autistic community!

  • Ballastexistenz’s blog (on her personal experience with multiple disabilities and autism). [NSFW language]
  • Yes, That Too (blog on the personal experience of an autistic person with other neurodivergencies).
  • Aspects of Aspergers (specifically about Asperger’s, which is now called Autism Spectrum Disorder).
  • Disability in Kid Lit (discussions of disability representation in children’s/YA literature).
  • @scriptautistic is an active advice blog for writing about autism.
  • @autism-asks is an active blog that takes questions about autism.
  • @undiagnosedautismfeels is an active blog that receives submitted anecdotes about autistic struggles, some specific to being undiagnosed/self-diagnosed.
  • @autisticheadcanons is an active blog that receives submissions of characters that actual autistic people headcanon as autistic.  You can find some common submissions (e.g. Lilo Pelekai, Newt Scamander, Sherlock Holmes) and check them out for examples!

Final Note: You may notice that none of these links are affiliated with Autism Speaks, which is for a purpose.  Autism Speaks has a long history of promoting eugenics, abusing autistic children and adolescents, silencing the voice of actual autistics, and promoting a “find a cure” narrative that’s harmful to the minds of both autistic people and potential parents of autistic children.  When doing research, I’d advise you to refrain from using their resources.


Anyway, this was hugely long but I wanted to really go into it, since I didn’t see many other extensive guides on writing about autism.  Note that while I, myself, am autistic, this is only the perspective of one autistic person.  Either way, I hope this helps you with your character!  If you have any further questions, my inbox is open and waiting :)

Good luck!


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

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Ask Ethan: If Matter Is Made Of Point Particles, Why Does Everything Have A Size?

“Many sources state that quarks are point particles… so one would think that objects composed of them — in this instance, neutrons — would also be points. Is my logic flawed? Or would they be bound to each other in such a way that they would cause the resulting neutron to have angular size?”

When we consider things like molecules, atoms, or even protons and neutrons, they all have finite, measurable sizes. Yet the fundamental particles that they’re made out of, like quarks, electrons, and gluons, are all inherently points, with no physical size to them at all. Why, then, does every composite particle not only have a size, but some of them, like atoms, grow to be relatively huge almost immediately, even with only a few fundamental particles involved? It’s due to three factors that all work together: forces, the quantum properties of the particles themselves, and energy. Since the strong and electromagnetic forces work against each other, quarks and gluons can form finite-sized protons; protons and neutrons assemble into nuclei larger than the protons and neutrons combined would make; electrons, with their low mass and high zero-point energy, orbit around nuclei only at great (relative) distances.

Matter doesn’t need to be made of finite-sized particles to wind up creating the macroscopic Universe we know and love. Find out how on this week’s Ask Ethan!

How Fusion relationships work

“How many Gems are you now?”
“Six! Maybe more … if we meet the right Gem.”

In the episode “Off Colors,” Fluorite makes it clear she’s a relationship of SIX Gems and is open to more. I was joking around trying to think of what her fusion dance would look like if she added another Gem to this relationship, thinking it would be kind of adorable seeing one smaller Gem dancing to fuse with this huge amalgam. But then I wondered about a few things and I collected enough Thinky Thoughts to ramble for a bit.

For a long time before “Super Watermelon Island,” we fans were curious about Alexandrite’s fusion dance. We knew Garnet, as a Fusion herself, prefers to form Fusions with others when she’s already in her Fusion state–as in, she certainly doesn’t split up first to dance with the others one on one when she wants to form Sugilite or Sardonyx. 

We figured hey, maybe it’s easier to synchronize two Gems rather than trying to synchronize three at the same time, and therefore maybe Alexandrite was formed with Pearl and Amethyst fusing into Opal first before dancing with Garnet. 

In “Super Watermelon Island,” we see that’s not so.

Which is not to say that Opal and Garnet COULDN’T decide to fuse that way, but they didn’t in this case. And we can see that if they’re prepared to do it, a three-way synchronization can work without previously synchronizing the components into Fusions.

Fusions can fuse with individuals. With TWO individuals. And individual Gems can of course make Fusions. So basically, it’s free-for-all mix-n-match however the Gems involved are comfortable doing it. 

And I got to wondering what that means for the Fusions themselves. Fusions are relationships. So theoretically, Fusions are the relationships of the component Gems with each other, even in more complicated Fusions like Alexandrite. But essentially, Alexandrite seems like she is the relationship of Amethyst and Pearl with Garnet, not so much the relationship of Amethyst and Pearl and Ruby and Sapphire. If they were to all four fuse in a single fusion dance, they would still make Alexandrite, but Pearl and Amethyst probably don’t HAVE much of a relationship with Ruby or with Sapphire individually. When Pearl first met Garnet in any meaningful way, she was already fused.

So when Pearl makes Sardonyx with Garnet, that relationship is by definition Ruby, Sapphire, and Pearl’s relationship, but practically speaking, it’s a relationship between Pearl and Garnet. Because her relationship with Ruby and Sapphire is nearly always in the context of them as their relationship. As Garnet.

That may seem like a weird point to press on, but stay with me here. 

Garnet probably doesn’t have much of a relationship with Opal as an individual. She has individual relationships with Pearl and with Amethyst, and together their group is Alexandrite. They’re a four-Gem Fusion, but personality-wise, Alexandrite represents Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst together far more than she represents Ruby, Sapphire, Pearl, and Amethyst together. When they start to fight internally, you certainly hear Garnet’s voice coming out, not the voices of Ruby or Sapphire. (And maybe, aside from the potential spoiler-related reasons, that’s why Alexandrite makes more sense with six arms instead of eight.)

Rebecca Sugar has repeatedly said in interviews that Fusions ARE relationships (though they also obviously have their own opinions that can be in contradiction with their components’ opinions, like Sugilite, and can “feel like one being” like Garnet said in “Keeping It Together”). And she’s also said Fusions are an interesting opportunity to explore who people are TOGETHER–the way humans can be together in a relationship and it changes who they are, how they think, how they function as a unit even though they can never be as much of a single entity as a Fusion is. This has me thinking about Fluorite.

She’s an established six-Gem relationship. I don’t know how they came to the conclusion that they wanted to live together, but Rhodonite’s question “how many Gems are you now?” suggests she’s been adding them steadily–that it wasn’t all at once. Very much like Amethyst and Pearl having a relationship with GARNET far more than with Ruby and/or Sapphire individually, I imagine that Fluorite’s additional Gems beyond the first ones–including potential future additions–would develop a relationship with the Fusion, not so much with her components. They may not even KNOW much about who they are individually because the relationship is that significant. That the relationship changes them so much.

I mean, you’ve probably met people who are in relationships and have been part of that unit since a very long time before you met them. They’ve grown into each other, become comfortable with each other, and developed a collective “we” identity that connects to their family, their living situation, their thresholds of intimacy, their interests–everything. You would have no way to know the individuals in that relationship how they would be if they didn’t have it–just like it’s hard to imagine who someone might be if they weren’t an artist, or weren’t a mother, or weren’t chronically ill, or weren’t the gender or sexuality they are. You can’t pluck one element out of them and then try to re-imagine them around the hole that leaves–not unless that element actually does disappear and they readjust their identity around it. I think our relationships can be like that too–that they affect our identity.

Humans’ relationships aren’t as literally transformative as a relationship that can literally become its own person, but our relationships essentially have lives of their own too. Garnet didn’t describe Fusion to Stevonnie as “an experience” for nothing. Most of us don’t “feel like one being” as part of a relationship, and there are some ways in which that can be unhealthy for us if we repress important parts of ourselves to become subsumed in something we wouldn’t like if we were fully conscious of what we were doing. But in general, it’s not a bad thing to have one’s relationship regarded as an important element of who they are. It’s certainly part of how the outside world thinks of them and treats them.

With someone like Fluorite, I think it would be super interesting to see how a single Gem has a relationship with an existing relationship and becomes a part of it. But even though I think Fluorite, and Garnet, and even in some ways Malachite, can be regarded and treated as individuals while fused–requiring those who have relationships with them to take them as a whole–you would also have to have at least some kind of relationship with that relationship’s members. You’d understand them as a package deal, but you might have different feelings about its members. Steven, for instance, loved Lapis and disliked Jasper, but understood Malachite as someone he needed to fight.

Now here’s the sad thing. Garnet states that she’ll “always exist in” Ruby and Sapphire, and that she embodies their love (even though they can still experience that love when they’re not fused, too). But I imagine that if Garnet were separated for a long time, Steven would miss her a lot. And I can imagine if one of Steven’s guardians decided to, say, form a new Fusion with Fluorite and stay that way, he would miss her too. You can’t have both the single Gem and the perma-Fusion in your life consistently.

Most of us have been there. “Losing” a person to a new relationship and nothing is ever the same with them again. They give themselves to the relationship, they go everywhere together, and you can’t invite one without them bringing the other(s). Sometimes, you probably miss that person and want them back. But when they’re part of the relationship, that’s part of who they are, and even when they’re not with their partner(s), they’re part of that relationship. Sometimes that can feel sad, especially if it means your special relationship with that person had to end, lessen, or significantly change. 

Fusion relationships are very different from ours in a few obvious ways, but they’re not so fundamentally different that we can’t draw the parallels. Sometimes you wish the Fusion wasn’t there because you think the relationship is bad for those involved, like Malachite. If you’re Steven, you want your Lapis back and you want Jasper out of both of your lives. You might try to advise Lapis, you might try to protect her from Jasper, but she’s the one who has to decide what her relationship is. You can only hope she sees reason, or you could lose her in more ways than one.

With loving relationships, like Garnet, you want them to be together. Not necessarily because you like Garnet better than you like Ruby and Sapphire–it’s fun to see them now and then, sure!

But you know they prefer to be together, and that they experience anxiety and pain when they’re apart, and that they’ve chosen a life together where some of their individuality is given up for that closeness. You respect their decision and have a relationship with their relationship.

For humans, our relationships do not literally combine the traits of multiple people into one person that then has its own conscious will. The individuals in the relationship still function, while “the relationship” has no physical manifestation despite its influence being felt in the components. But it still changes the “color” of their lives together and brings the people involved close together to serve many shared goals, just like a Fusion.

So when a hypothetical new Gem does come along and establish a relationship with Fluorite, I think she would dance with her. Not with her components individually, but with her. We know Garnet as Ruby and Sapphire’s relationship–not as Ruby and Sapphire combined, but as the result of that combination. For a fused Gem, the Fusion is the new identity who can now make decisions and have experiences, even though they ARE an experience at the same time. It isn’t the same as individuals deciding to do the same thing. They made the decision to become the thing that decides on its own. And that Fusion, in the reality of their life together, can sometimes decide that’s no longer what they want to be. Or they can realize they’d rather be this than anything they were supposed to be and that they’d rather do this than anything they were supposed to do.

If a Gem has a relationship with a relationship, it’ll always be with the relationship first. The new relationship will need to be understood as coming into a shared, existing intimacy. Pearl and Amethyst don’t individually get consent from Ruby and from Sapphire when Garnet acts on their behalf to form Alexandrite. Garnet feels and acts differently from Ruby and Sapphire sometimes, and their choice to fuse into her has influenced the subsequent decisions they make as her. 

They may or may not disagree with how Garnet acts sometimes–like, if you were to ask Sapphire or ask Ruby what they would have personally done when Garnet did something different, you might get some answers that are as different as Amethyst and Garnet’s answers would be from Sugilite’s. But within the context of the relationship, with the relationship actively existing, it has the power to influence how the individuals feel. They have a relationship, and then that relationship can feel and think in unprecedented ways–with some of them not being so good. Being in a relationship with an abusive person, for instance, can sometimes make the abused party accept treatment they wouldn’t outside the relationship, or might have thought they wouldn’t tolerate before the relationship was established. And sometimes it’s neutral, like what a married couple decides they want in a shared home is different from what kind of place each might buy individually.

But what’s important about this is that fusion of goals, opinions, and thoughts in human relationships isn’t necessarily a sad thing. It’s a natural thing. We all influence each other. Allowing yourself to be influenced does not mean the relationship has eclipsed your life, or that you’re in an unhealthy dependence, or that you’ve lost your individual will–you’re still part of what you’ve made together. And if you’re happy in your relationship, anyone who comes along afterwards needs to understand who it’s made you, and be accepting of it, and most of all, be willing to have a relationship with your relationship. Not just one of its parts.

Crystal elixirs -

A crystal elixir is a simple potion that is often a combination of water and a gemstone that is charged with your intent, the water takes in the crystals energies and vibrations. We believe that that out intent has power that we can project into the water and crystals. Crystal elixirs can be a powerful catalyst for magic and since out thoughts affect our body it is important to make the potion drinkable. Think of the crystal elixir as a transmitter of messages and a way to manifest your intent.

There are three types of Crystal potions

Crystal elixir: when a stone is left in water for its energies.

Crystal essence: a stone left in water for s long period of time. Often a preservative is added to keep the water from getting stale (vodka , vinegar, tincture) often people will add herbs or essential oils to it for extra power.

Dry crystal elixir: in this method the crystal does not actually come into contact with the water. This indirect method let’s you take advantage of any crystal you want. You can do this by making a crystal grid around the water to charge the water with your intent.

How to:
Step 1: choose a stone and charge it with your purpose.
Step 2: choose a container to hold your water in.
Step 3: choose a method of cleansing ( sunlight or moonlight)
Step 4: visualize your intent is transferred into the water and the crystal is amplifying the energy.

~ you can drink the potion or you can use this method to cleanse the crystal or other consecration purposes.

~ don’t forget to cleanse and charge the stone after you make the elixir.

- crystal elixir chant
{ infuse and store this crystals power,
Growing purer by the hour.
Potent essence, stone and water,
Make my magic all the stronger.}

- sun elixir chant
{ by light of sun, this water be
Charged with Crystal energy.
Sunlight warm, shining through
Water clear, fresh and new.}

- moon elixir chant
{ by light of moon. This water be
Charged with crystal energy.
Moonlight soft, silver glow
Water clear, flow and grow.}


CLEARING CRYSTALS ~
Crystals and healing gemstones need to be cleared as soon as they are purchased as well as clearing after every healing. A cleared, ready crystal feels positive, tingly and cold to the touch. A crystal that needs clearing may feel hot, heavy or drained. The clearer the energy of a healing stone, the more powerful it is. There are many of ways to effectively clear crystals and gemstones. Here are a few examples.
1. SMOKE CLEANSING - A quick way to cleanse your healing stones is to hold them over burning cedar or sage. Smoke cleansing is an excellent way to make sure your stones are purified. Simply hold the burning sage/ cedar/ rosemary stick while passing your stone through the smoke. -Incense (Usually sage, sandalwood, sweetgrass, cedar, , incense, rosemary,lavender frankincense) can also be used.
2. MOONLIGHT - Moonlight is another way of clearing your gemstones. Simply place outside from the Full to the New Moon. Waning Moons are good times to clear crystals, to dispel old energies, but any time works. The amount of time used varies with the sensitivity of the healer and the amount of material from which the stone needs cleansing. It is not recommended to place your crystals and gemstones in the sunlight, many stones tend to fade their colors in the sun. Also internal fractures may cause your stone to crack or break if placed in the sun. -Candle light (Usually a white candle) is also an option.

3. Buried in a cupful of DRIED HERBS - will also clear it. Some Suggested herbs for this are rose petals, sage, frankincense, myrrh, and sandalwood. This is a gentle way to clear crystals, and a pleasant way, but it does take longer than the sea salt method.
4. Buried into the Earth - This is especially helpful when you feel deep cleansing is needed. Outdoors, simply dig a hole the size of your crystal into the Earth, place your crystal ,again point down, and cover with soil. The amount of time needed is personal choice. Don’t forget where you buried your crystal.
5. The Sacred Breath- Some like to use this method of ‘blowing away’ any negativity from the stone, simply hold the stone in your hand and blow on it, while blowing ask your higher self to cleanse the crystal. -Breath you can also kiss them for similar results.
6. Using Reiki - If you are a Reiki practitioner, you can also “Reiki” your stones and crystals, simply by holding them in your dominant hand and setting the intention for your crystals to be cleansed.
7. WATER - place some crystals in running water either natural or tap water.
PRECAUTION: Some crystals get damaged by sun, salt, and water. I suggest you reaserch about your crystal before choosing a method.

Programing Your Crystals-
You are infusing it with intention. A Goal, A Desire. You are infusing a crystal to amplify that intention and desire, And to hopefully achieve it.
The way you do this is simple.
1. Cleanse your Crystal - Use herb smoke, Energy work, Sunlight, Moonlight, Prayer, burying it , holding it under running water.
2. Cleanse Yourself - This is equally as important as cleansing your crystal because you want to be in a clear state. Having any outside forces influencing your work can cause problems.
3. Once you are clear with your intention and desire hold your crystal in your hands. Visualize what you want the crystal to do.
4. Feel the energy and warmth leaving your hands, And entering the crystal, And fill it with your desire.
5. You should recharge your crystals at least once a week with heavy use.


You can learn more from these books:
-the book if Crystal spells by Ember grant
-crystal balls and crystal bowls by Ted Andrews
-healing crystals and gemstones by Dr. Flora Peschek-Böhmer and Gisela Schreiber
-The herbal alchemist handbook by Karen Harrison
-Cunninghams encyclopedia of crystal, gem & metal magic by Scott Cunningham

ot13; the ways you said "i love you"

Originally posted by 12fools

feat: reader x seventeen 

genre: marshmallow fluff, random au with each member

word count: 6283

summary: the thirteen ways seventeen shows how much they care about you

rated p for terrible puns and tastefully executed profanity

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Rainy’s Beauty Bath Glamour

A glamour bath spell to enhance your natural beauty, give you confidence and a lovely ‘glow’! Not only is this a magickal solution, but the ingredients will also replenish key nutrients in your body and soften your skin.

Written by Rainy-Day-Witchcraft, please do not remove source!


Materials:

  • (Regular) Salt
  • Epsom Salt (preferably lavender-scented/available  for $5 at any CVS store)
  • Fresh lavender, if your epsom salt is un-scented
  • Orange zest
  • Pink rose petals (Dried or fresh)
  • Tea light candles


1. Combining the Ingredients

In a small bowl, combine a few handfuls of salt (Maybe a little more than cup, for protection and cleansing) a handful of Epsom salt/fresh lavender (For healing and love), and the zest of half an orange (For confidence, joy, and beauty). After mixing all these ingredients together, sprinkle a bit of pink rose petals over the top (pink: for self love and beauty), and place the bowl off to the side while you run your bath.


2. Preparing the Bath

While your bath is running, collect a few tea candles to set around your bathroom. These needn’t be any particular size, color, or scent, just as long as you have the candles! Electronic tea lights would also do wonderfully.

When the water is about halfway full, sprinkle in the healing mixture. Be sure to mix it around a bit, to encourage the salts to dissolve and the zest/petals to soak in the water. After a minute, the bathroom should begin smelling nicely of orange, lavender, and rose! Allow the steam to fog up the room and create a relaxing atmosphere ~


3. Performing the Spell

Turn off or dim the lights, lighting your candles. When your bath is full, get in, and take a bit to enjoy the water and the smells in the air. Do not worry if the zest makes you sticky; a quick shower rinse afterwards will do the trick. 

After you are finished enjoying the warmth of your bath, begin meditating or preparing yourself for the magickal part! You can meditate with your eyes closed or open, sitting up or laying back in the water, or even visualization will work ~ As long as you can get yourself into the “mood” and calm your thoughts. 

When ready, swirling your hands around in the warm water and feeling the healing and beautiful energies in the air, chant:

“With flowers’ touch and waters’ energy,

I am beauty, grace, and positivity

Infuse my spirit with radiant light

Smite negativity with self-loving might”

Feel the “glow” of beauty and confidence surrounding you; feel the unconditional love you hold for yourself, and feel at peace. You may experience a tingling or overwhelming sense of emotion, and this is perfectly fine ~

After you have completed your chant, and feel positive energy around yourself, you have finished the spell! Rose petals and orange zest will clog up your drain, so remember to gather it all up while draining and put it back in the bowl to be disposed of later. (I actually created a self-love charm bag from the roses in this spell, so whatever you wish to do with them afterwards is up to you!) This may be the time you wish to shower off the remnants of the bathwater ~ 


4. Enjoy!

You have successfully finished the spell, and have cast a glamour upon yourself! This spell is especially helpful on days when you need a bit of a pick-me-up, or a boost of beauty and confidence for an important matter. Like all my spells, it has also been written, tested, and performed by myself to ensure magickal results ~ 

I hope you’ve found this glamour useful, and let me know if you have any questions or comments! Please be sure to check for allergic reactions or skin irritation to any of the ingredients before starting, for your own safety. 

~Rainy

Craft vs. Art

I was thinking about @jenroses’s answer about the arbitrary nature of what constitutes the line between fanfiction and original fiction, and I started thinking about how it relates to the supposed differences between craft and art, and also why doing something that’s considered more of a “craft” can sometimes be more creatively freeing than working on “art.”

Given that I do needle arts, this craft vs. art thing is an issue that comes up a lot. Crafts seem to be things that people classify as something to keep your hands busy. The implication is something small in meaning. “Not something that would go in a museum.” Pleasure, not “real work.” Cross-stitch, needlepoint, embroidery, knitting, crochet, quilting, weaving (basket and cloth), beading, but also woodworking and blacksmithing and pottery. These are all things that are seen to require skill to do well, but the end results are only rarely held up as examples of “art,” and are thus not often seen as truly creative endeavors by people outside that crafting community.

If the work isn’t seen as 100% the maker’s original idea, no working from instructions or patterns at any point, is it really art? they ask.

Does it matter? I counter.

When I started writing fic this past June, I hadn’t written fiction of any kind in 16 years. Nor had I drawn or painted. My artistic creativity, as I had been told to define it, had seemed burned out, gone, dead. All I’d been doing in those years (“all”) was extremely complex cross-stitch, temari (a Japanese form of geometric embroidery), and knitting. It was the temari that really grabbed me, so I worked hard enough at it that I started to get some recognition for making original pieces, which, in the temari world, means combining techniques that are centuries old in possibly novel ways, or at least novel colors. And at this point, people started asking me what it was that kept me coming back to temari. Why did I keep doing it, sometimes variations of the same design again and again? The answer I came up with was this:

I like the way temari sets up rigid constraints that you must work within (the geometric divisions, the stitching techniques), but then challenges you to be as creative as possible within those constraints. Sure, I did that particular pattern five times in a row, but each time I varied the colorway, or I explored how changing just one element would affect the overall final look. And that spurred me to greater and greater creativity.

Fanfiction is very much the same for me. Exploring how to be as creative as possible in a few areas while operating within a set of constraints is oddly freeing. I can experiment with changing just one aspect of canon and explore how that would change the overall dynamic of the established world, or I can push everything into an AU setting and work to keep the character dynamics recognizable even with everything else changed. And if creativity within constraint is what’s inspiring me to actually write/draw/stitch, I’m not going to look down on that.

Nor should anyone.

Blur that line in your mind. It’s all art. It’s the value judgements that are fake.

Leaning

so @aquaticnaho requested (AGES AGO, I am so sorry!!!!) emetophobic!Keith getting an awful space virus and being miserable, and helpful Lance swooping in to the rescue! I kinda ran with it and it got long, so I hope you can forgive me for letting this sit for so damn long! I hope you enjoy, and obvs, emeto warning! I myself am fairly emetophobic, and I based Keith’s reactions on my own, so I don’t think there’s anything TOO graphic in there, but proceed with caution!

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A fic for @taylor-tut based on a prompt she posted. I’m so, so sorry it took so long to fill, this has been a super busy summer so far! Words: 2.5k.


Lance had been raised to live in a clean house. Being the oldest of a huge family he had been given the bulk of the household chores and when his siblings weren’t feeling up to their chores Lance would always take the burden upon himself, being the good older brother he was. After years of scrubbing floors and folding laundry, Lance found that he didn’t mind chores. So when one lazy afternoon Allura lined up the paladins, giving them chores for the next day, he found that he didn’t mind the work, even though the other paladins groaned as Allura gave them their duties.

“Paladins, I’ve noticed that your lions seem to be getting rather dirty,” she announced to the line of paladins lined up in the training area. “As we have no pressing matters that need to be dealt with, you will all be cleaning your lions tomorrow. This way you will be doing something productive with your time instead of dragging your feet around the castle and complaining about being bored.”

“Our lions are fine, Princess,” Hunk insisted. “I don’t see why we have to clean them.”

“Yours is the worst, Hunk,” Allura responded, crossing her arms. “May I remind you that as a result of your constant motion sickness your lion smells like a combination of moldy cheese and rotten eggs. If we show up to battle with a lion smelling that bad Zarkon may just die laughing.”

“Come on, guys, it’s not that hard,” Lance said. “A few hours of work and it’ll be done.”

“Thank you, Lance,” Allura smiled. “I wish all of you would take on his attitude to cleaning your lions tomorrow.”

“This sucks,” Pidge complained, trudging out of the training area with the other paladins. “I was planning on re-programming my computer tomorrow.” She glanced up at Lance, a hopeful look on her face. “Since you don’t seem to mind chores that much, would you be willing to do mine for me?” Lance sighed, weighing Pidge’s question in his head. It wasn’t as if he had anything more important going on the next day, and he was a fast cleaner.

“Sure,” he responded. Pidge squealed, giving Lance a quick hug.

“Thanks, Lance, you’re the best!” she grinned before skipping away, most likely to work on some project in her room. The remaining four paladins continued to walk slowly down the hallway until Lance caught Hunk staring at him, halting his walk.

“Do you need something?” he questioned. Hunk grinned awkwardly.

“I know you already have chores to do tomorrow, but I was going to make dinner for everyone tomorrow, but it’ll take all day to make, and I won’t have time if I have to clean my lion.”

“So you want me to do it for you?”

“That would be amazing.”

“Yeah, alright,” Lance decided.

“Thank you so much!” Hunk said. “I’ll make the food extra good just for you.” He left to his room, leaving Lance with Shiro and Keith, talking in hushed whispers.

“I don’t want to ask him!”

“Well, neither do I!”

“What do you want?” Lance sighed, pushing a small headache that was beginning to form at the back of his head.
“We were going to train tomorrow,” Shiro answered. “We thought we were going to have all day to practice, but Allura just sprang this on us, and we won’t have any time.”

“I can clean your lions, too,” Lance muttered.

“Really?” Keith grinned. Lance nodded.

“Thank you so much,” Shiro said. “You’re amazing!”

Lance honestly didn’t mind the load of work that he had taken on. Back at home his Mama gave them chores all the time and whenever his siblings weren’t feeling up to theirs, he was happy to take their chores. He didn’t even mind the chores, if he was being honest with himself. They reminded him of home and with the prospect of never returning to Earth again, lance needed all of the reminders he could get.

Lance immediately regretted the promises he had made. He woke up the next morning curled into the fetal position, shivers wracking his body. His sheets were wrapped tightly around him, signifying a fitful night. After detangling himself from the web of sheets he swung his legs to the front of the bed, attempting to ignore the headache was pounding in his skull. He stood up, legs shaking and weak. He changed into the warmest outfit he could find, zipping his jacket up over a thick, long sleeved shirt in an effort to stay warm.

After taking a quick moment to asses his appearance in the bathroom mirror, Lance came to the conclusion that he somewhat resembled a ghost. His face was pale, the only color the bright red fever patches covering his cheeks. Dark circles highlighted his bloodshot eyes. Lance rubbed at his temples, wishing more than anything that he could climb back into bed and sleep whatever illness this was away. But he had made commitments, and he had to stick to them.
On his way to the lions he passed Pidge’s room, hard at work tinkering on her laptop. Her tongue was sticking out, an intense look of concentration on her face. Lance felt bad about even thinking about breaking his promise to her.

He passed the kitchen, delicious smells wafting out of the room. Even though his nose was clogged he could just make out the scent of paprika and basil, about to be made into some amazing dish by the team’s personal chef. In the training area Keith and Shiro were working hard, shirt sleeves rolled up as they sparred, Keith with his bayard and Shiro with his metal arm. Even though physically Lance felt awful, he still felt good that he was allowing his friends to do the things they loved.

All good feelings were gone not ten minutes into the cleaning process. Armed with a towel and a bucket of water Lance attacked Blue’s exterior, scrubbing hard. However the work was difficult and in the short period of time he was exhausted, the headache increasing tenfold. He leaned his head on Blue’s leg, and she heated herself up when she sensed his obvious fever.

“Thanks,” he muttered, letting his arm dangle at his side, water from the towel dripping to the ground. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth run through his feverish body. After a few precious minutes of relaxing he opened his eyes, a harsh chill making him shake. Blue rumbled.

“I know, but I have more cleaning to do,” Lance sighed. He dipped the washcloth in the bucket, scrubbing at a spot of dirt on Blue’s paw. After his brief moment of quiet everything hurt even more and his arms shook with the effort of the cleaning. He stopped to let a wave of pain wash over him, trying not to let it knock him over. He felt so weak that if a small gust of wind were to blow, he would most likely fall over.

Blue hummed, sensing his discomfort. She opened her mouth, letting heat wash out of her. Lance knew that she was telling him to stop working, to take a small break.

“You’re probably right,” he sighed, his voice soft and weak. Dropping the towel next to the bucket of water he staggered to Blue’s mouth, crawling inside. He climbed into his seat, drawing his feet into his stomach to fit his entire body inside the seat. He tugged his jacket tighter around him, cold despite the heat Blue was emanating. He was asleep so fast that he didn’t notice the footsteps walking into the room not a moment after Blue closed her mouth.

When Allura walked into the room housing the lions she expected to find five paladins cheerfully cleaning their lions. What she found instead was a room devoid of paladins, with a single towel and bucket of water sitting next to Blue. She did a quick scan of the room, confirming her suspicion that the paladins had blown off their chores. She stalked out of the room, walking to the comms.

“All paladins to the training area, all paladins to the training area,” she broadcasted. She waited next to the training area, two sweaty paladins popping out of the room first. Shiro and Keith had obviously been sparring, and seemed to have no idea of what they had done wrong. Hunk and Pidge were last, Hunk smelling of spices and Pidge looking slightly frazzled, her glasses askew. Both looked confused, and again, neither one seemed to know what they had done wrong.

“Do you what I found when I went to the lions?” She asked, bristling with anger. The paladins shook their heads and the anger increased. “What I expected to find was a slightly clean blue lion and no paladins. Your lions are still extremely dirty, which means that you disobeyed my direct orders! As paladins of voltron you should always listen to your leader’s instructions, no matter how small the task is. This does not only reflect upon your poor listening habits, but on your ability to be a good soldier as well.”

“We’re so sorry, princess,” Shiro said, stepping forward. “It seems that there was a miscommunication. If you would be so gracious to forgive us, we would be incredibly grateful.” Allura sighed, tapping her foot on the floor.

“Alright,” she decided. “Just make sure your lions are cleaned by the end of the day.”

“Of course, princess,” Shiro said. “We’ll get right on it.”

“I can’t believe he would go back on his word like that,” Keith complained. “Where is he, anyway? He didn’t come when Allura called.” Pidge motioned toward Lance’s lion, a soft glow emanating from its eyes.

“His lion is on.”

“Do you think he’s in there?” Hunk wondered.

“We’ll he’s not anywhere else,” Keith spat, marching to the blue lion. “Blue!” he yelled, knocking on the metal surface. “Open up!”

“Blue won’t open up if you talk like that,” Hunk reprimanded, walking up to Keith. He ran his hand across Blue’s surface, earning a soft pur.

“Hey, Blue,” Hunk said. “Can you open up for us? We want to talk to Lance.” Blue hummed, their mouth staying closed. “Come on. We just want to talk.” Blue remained stoic, protecting the paladin inside.

“Come on, Blue,” Pidge pleaded. “We need to talk to Lance.” Grudgingly, Blue unhinged their mouth, allowing the four paladins to venture inside.

They found Lance curled up in his pilot’s chair, eyes shut tightly as he slept. Pidge couldn’t help but notice his faint but harsh shivering or the way his bright pink cheeks stood out against his pale face.

“Is he sleeping?” Keith muttered. “Lance, wake up!” Lance grunted, fluttering his eyes open. His normally vibrant blue eyes were dull and glassy. He dazedly gazed around, trying to get his bearings.

“Wha-” he murmured, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that you told all of us that you would do our chores,” Shiro said. “It’s your fault that Allura yelled at us.” Shiro’s outburst seemed to have triggered an explosion that Pidge never would have predicted. As if a wall had been broken, Shiro, Keith and Hunk let their anger out on Lance. Lance shrunk back into his chair, ducking his head down as he tried to avoid the barrage of yells flying at him.

Pidge could tell that something was wrong with the brunette cowering in the chair. Lance’s eyes were far too glassy, and even though it must have been eighty degrees in the lion, Lance was wearing multiple layers, the thick clothing swallowing up his shivering frame. “Guys,” Pidge said, trying to get the attention of her fellow paladins. They ignored her, continuing their rant. “Guys!” she yelled. The yelling halted, the other four paladins surprised at Pidge’s burst. “Can’t you see that something’s wrong?” she asked, pushing Keith away to get to Lance. She rested her hand on his forehead, Lance leaning into her touch. “He’s burning up,” she muttered. She spun around, desperate to heal her friend. “Keith, I need you to get a thermometer and all the medicine you can find, as fast as you can.” Keith looked immensely guilty, as if his rant had caused Lance’s illness. Without a word, he turned on his heel and sprinted away in search of something, anything, to cure Lance.

“Lance, buddy?” Shiro whispered, his demeanor changing instantly. “How are you feeling?” Lance shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly in a futile effort to alleviate his pounding headache.

“Not good,” he responded, resting his head on Pidge’s shoulder.

“We need to get him to the med bay,” Hunk said. “I’ve never seen him this sick before. I’ve never seen anyone this sick before.”

“I can’t move,” Lance whispered. “Everything hurts too much.”

“We can get you to sleep before moving you to the med bay, but you can’t stay in here forever,” Pidge informed him.

“Ok,” Lance murmured, letting his head drop onto her shoulder.

Footsteps pounded into the room and Keith sprinted into the room, waving the thermometer wildly in the air with one hand and clutching a massive . “I got it!” he gasped, handing it to Pidge. She slipped it inside of Lance’s mouth, waiting a few ticks for the beep.

“103.3,” she sighed, pulling it out. “This isn’t good. Can you take the medicine? We need to get you to the med bay.”

“Yeah,” Lance responded. He took the pills from Keith, washing them down with a glass of water that made him double over in a fit of harsh coughing that had his lungs rattling inside of his body. Pidge patted his back, rubbing small circles as Lance’s fit ended. Lance buried his head in her shoulder, curled up next to her. “My head hurts,” he whispered, already beginning to get drowsy from the pills.

“Just wait a little while longer and you’ll be asleep,” Pidge promised. She continued the small circles on his back, humming softly. Lance’s eyes were already beginning to flutter shut, relaxed by the soft melody.

Pidge heard a faint snore and looked at her shoulder to see a sleeping boy, his eyes shut tightly. She stopped her humming, gently easing him off of her shoulder. His head fell and she caught it, lowering it to the arm rest.

“We should get him to the med bay,” she sighed, resting the back of her hand on Lance’s forehead in the faint hope that his fever would have gone down. “He’s on fire.”

“I’ll carry him,” Shiro volunteered, scooping Lance up like he was a sack of potatoes. He cradled Lance in his arms, supporting his head and letting Lance’s long legs hang over Shiro’s arms.

“You know he won’t remember any of this, right?” Keith smirked, nudging Pidge’s shoulder.

“What?” Pidge asked, clearly confused.

“He never seems to remember bonding moments,” Keith sighed, shaking his head. “No matter how intimate, he never remembers. If he didn’t remember ours, then there’s no way in the universe he’ll remember yours.”

“Hey, Keith?” Pidge inquired.

“Yeah?”

“Do yourself a favor and shut up.”

Foam Armor Tutorial

@thewouldbeswedish asked, and I had been wanting to at least make mention of my painting discoveries, so here it is.

I shall add mine to the million or so others out there. I watched damn near every tutorial I could find, scoured Pinterest and combined a few different techniques, as well as coming up with my own(at least I hadn’t seen it elsewhere)

BEGIN!

Supplies

Paper(for your template)

Tape Measure

Exacto Knife/box cutter

Floor Mat foam

Craft Foam

Contact Cement

Hot Glue

Acrylic Paint
black, metallic gun metal, metallic sterling silver

Textile Medium(can be found with the acrylic paint)

Paint Brushes

Sponge

Rub ‘n Buff(totally optional)

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Sweet Cake Sweeter Kisses| Sam Holland

A/N: So I just finished writing a one-shot. Pretty shit. Haha, yeah. I decided to move out of my comfort zone and write an actual one-shot instead of a headcanon. I was inspired by Sam’s Instagram story that he posted yesterday of a Spider-Man cake and the fact that the Holland brothers are very competitive against each other. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Light swearing

          It is February 13, and you are mentally preparing yourself for what may or may not be a traumatizing experience. You see, every year your boyfriend, Sam, and his twin, Harry, have a competition on their birthday. Who has made the better birthday cake for their brother? It is a vicious and yearly battle between the 2 boys, and as of right now, Harry is in the lead by 1 point.

        The entire Holland family (including Harrison because he is an honorary Holland) decided that Harry’s cake was better than Sam’s camera design. So yes, Sam is super bitter. You had not been able to cast in a vote because you are incredibly biased towards your boyfriend of 3 years. And no one better tell Sam this, but you are kind of glad that you were not allowed to because you would have chosen Harry’s as well. Shhh!

        But this year Sam decided to bring out the big guns- you. With your super-mega-awesome baking skills (Sam said it, not you) and your literally-oh-so- amazingly-amazing artistic talent (you can quote Sam on that too), you were going to help Sam win this thing.

        It had taken a lot of groveling on his part before you finally crumbled. Honestly what really sealed the deal was when he was pressing gentle kisses up and down your neck. He should not be allowed to do that because he knows how that turns your brain to mush! The nerve…

        But here you are now, tying an apron over one of Sam’s shirts that you had stolen some time ago. You really hoped that you could help him win this year. The reason that you had been so reluctant to agree in aiding Sam was because you didn’t want him to be disappointed in you if you couldn’t help him succeed. Of course logically you knew that he would never be because Sam is the most loving boyfriend of all time but still.

        As Sam strides into the kitchen with his long-ass legs, he dons his own apron. It was going to get messy in there. “Harry is at Tom’s flat right now making my cake so he won’t be bothering us for the rest of the day (mind you it is currently 9:35 am).

        “Great!” You swiftly pull Sam down by his neck to kiss him square on the mouth. When you pull away just as quickly, Sam whines slightly as his lips chase your retreating ones. “Nuh uh, mon ange. We need to start baking.”

        With a small pout, Sam’s freckled face settles into a concentrated one. He is skimming the old recipe book that is laying on the counter top. Your partner had asked you to bring it because you would be making the chocolate ganache cake that you had once made for Sam when he was having a series of bad days. He had been instantly enamored with it, and he was sure that it would score some major points with the Holland judges.

        “While you start baking the cake, I prepare the icing, fondant, the piece that we had backed yesterday, and the tools we need to decorate this,” Sam informs you authorially. You roll your eyes because even though your babe is a total sweetheart, he practically becomes a different person when it comes to making these cakes. His competitiveness with his brother is extreme.

        After 30 minutes of combining ingredients and getting every measurement just right, you finally place the 10x12 pan in the oven to bake. You sigh as you lean against the counter to rest for a second. Sam had been very no-nonsense for the last half an hour, and it was quite tiring. You knew that he just wanted to beat his younger twin, but you had been kind of hoping that this could be a fun coupley activity. But then again, you had also been expecting to be traumatized.

        Speak of the Devil, and it shall appear. Sam seems to materialize out of thin air, and you jump a bit as he comes behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist. He places a smooch onto your shoulder blade before resting his head on yours. “I’m so sorry, love.”

        You frown in confusion. “What are you talking about, darling?”

        “I know that you aren’t having a lot of fun, and I also am aware that I’m being a bit of an ass.”

        You quickly turn in his arms and bury your face into his chest. “It’s ok,” you mumble.

        “No it’s not, sweetheart.” He takes ahold of your chin to tilt your head up. “I’ll chill out.” He then proceeds to press kisses all over your face. Cheeks, nose, eyelids, chin, forehead, lips. No part of your face goes un-kissed as he smothers you.

        You giggle in delight and smush his face against your hand as you push him away. The oven timer then goes off. Perfect timing! Quickly grabbing the oven mitts, you bend over to collect the freshly baked cake. From behind you, you hear your lover groan.

        “If you weren’t bending over a hot oven, I would totally smack that ass.”

        “Sam Anthony Holland, you get your ass to the table so we can decorate this cake! What a little shit…” you finish mumbling.

        You carefully walk over to the table where Sam had set up everything you need to decorate the cake while you had been making it. As you two chatter quietly to yourselves, you cut the cake into different shapes and attach them together with icing while looking at the reference picture as your boyfriend starts almost water coloring the fondant that covers the base of the cake. You two had made that piece yesterday, as it would have been impossible to complete the entire cake in one day.

        When you finish constructing the object, you begin to carefully write the dainty words onto it…

        5 hours, 1 flour, and 3 ½ icing wars later, you have completed your masterpiece. Good God you are exhausted! You better freaking win because if not, you are going to take this beautiful piece of art and shove it in everyone’s’ faces.

        You lean on Sam heavily as he drapes his arm around your shoulder. He’s kind of hanging onto you because he is just as tired. Who knew decorating a cake could wear you so much? You situate the cake in the middle of the platter that the Holland family had gotten the boys a long time ago specifically for these cakes. With the help of Sammy boy you cover it with the lid. Tomorrow you will find out the results.

***

      You are startled awake when Paddy jumps on you and Sam. Both you and your boyfriend groan in pain.

      “It’s time! It’s time! We are going to vote now,” Paddy rushes to speak before sprinting out of the room. A few seconds later you both hear his footsteps scampering back, “Oh, and happy birthday, Sam!”

      You just look at each other in amusement and start to shuffle out of bed. “Happy birthday, mon ange,” you whisper to him as you kiss him sweetly. You then proceed to bend down to grab the oddly shaped present that you had hidden under the bed.

      Sam stares in aw, but refuses to take it. “No, love. You already helped me make Harry’s cake. Plus, just being with you is present enough.”

      You wrinkle your nose at him and grin. “As sweet as that is, babe, just accept it.”

      He sighs in defeat. “Fineee,” he says dramatically before quickly tearing it open.  He gasps in excitement. “It’s us! In a book!” he cutely exclaims.

    “Haha, yes my love. It’s a photo album.”

     Sam takes you by surprise when he lunges at you. You two fall onto the bed because of the momentum. As he starts kissing you, Paddy arrives again.

     “Ew, guys! I told you to come on already,” he whines before leaving once more.

     Both of you giggle together as Sam aides you in standing back up. “Let’s get this show on the road then,” you egg Sam on as you walk together down the hallway into the dining room.

      In said room, every Holland is looking a little bit fatigued but very excited nonetheless. It looks like Christmas day all over again.

      In the center of the table lies both cakes covered with their dish covers to not ruin the surprise. You don’t know about Harry’s cake, but you sure are glad that the Holland parents had gotten these boys such ginormous platters because damn, the one that Sam and you had made was extremely large.

      Paddy is practically buzzing with excitement as he waits for Sam and Harry to stand behind the cake that the other twin made for them.

      The moment the cakes are unveiled, it seems like all of the air in the room is sucked out. Everyone except for you and Sam had gasped in amazement as they gazed at your cake.

      Their eyes are glued to the realistic looking camera and suitcase. Attached to the beige bag is a blue passport, and there are special printed edible pictures adhered onto it with frosting. And perching on top of the case was the camera that you had baked the day before. It is quite the sight if you may say so.

      Paddy breaks the unnerving silence. “Welp I choose Sam’s. Harry’s is cute and all with that La La Land themed, but it’s got nothing on Sam’s! How did you even do that?”

      Everyone murmurs in agreement. “Y/N helped me,” your boyfriend boasts. “Try it! It’ll be the best you’ve ever tasted,” he continues to brag while you try to shut him up.

      You’re blushing when you say, “It’s just an old recipe that I have. It’s really nothing.”

      Tom, who had come home for a small break in his hectic filming schedule, starts moaning then. “Dis is da befst frukn thig eber,” he states. When your boyfriend’s family all agree, you blush.

      “Okay everyone! I think it’s time to vote,” Sam rushes.

      In one minute all the votes are cast, and Paddy finally makes the announcement. “We, the Holland family, have pronounce that the winner of this year’s Sam/Harry Twin Cake Duel-Off is… Sammy “Mon Ange” (at least according to Y/N. I still don’t know that it means) Holland with a 4 to 1 vote! Just saying, Harry, it was mum, and I’m pretty sure that she only did it out of pity.”

      You all laugh at the end, and the whole lot congratulates Sam and you. Sam simply won’t shut up about you! The bragging is never ending with that boy, is it?

      You turn to observe Harry and notice that he looks slightly glum. When you walk over you say, “Aw, Harry. Don’t feel bad about losing! It’s beautiful.”

      Harry nods. “Yeah. I’m honestly not really mad or disappointed about it. Yours is really amazing. Thank you for the cake. I hope Dad took a picture before it was cut into.” Harry gives you a sweet hug

      “Of course, dude! You’re like my brother! I’m glad you liked it. And I’m pretty sure he did. If not, Sam and I took quite a lot yesterday.”

      Sam strides over to you and leans some of his weight on your side as he slips his arms around you. “Let’s try some of that scrumptious cake that you made.”

      You snicker at him. “Scrumptious? Who says that? But yes, let’s. I’m also definitely trying Harry’s though too.”

      Your partner nods his slightly red head. “Yeah! Thanks for the cake, man. It looks really nice.” His arm leaves your body when he wraps his arms around his twin. Sigh. How cute!

      When they untangle from each other, Sam seizes your hand to pull you to the two baked goods. While he cuts a piece of the cake that you had baked together you collect a slice of Harry’s. It really is pretty.

      You and your lover proceed to sit down at the table with the rest of the loving Hollands, but you too are in your own little world. God. You love him so damn much. And helping him out wasn’t so bad. You too had such a pleasurable time doing it together in the end.

      In the enchanting bubble you and Sam had made with the love and affection for each other you and your loving boyfriend feed one another pieces of delectable cake. Sam blushes and giggles as you try to wipe the frosting that he had accidentally smeared on you. When you can’t seem to find it, Sam leans in and kisses the frosting away (that was apparently on the corner of your mouth) before moving to your lips. It is sweeter than any cake you have ever eaten and decide right then and there that there is nothing lovelier than the tender kiss of your soul mate.

@tomhollandhollaatme @peachyyvibes @samhollandsfreckles @webslingerholland

elle’s ‘I-have-read-it-more-than-once-and-will-do-so-again’ Kingsman multi-ship rec list

Exactly what the title says

End on an Exhale by @insanereddragon - M, Merhartwin

Harry sits down beside him, heedless of the dew or the grass, and picks up the crumpled pack. Eggsy finally looks over at him as he lights up and pulls in his first lungful.

“This ain’t a mission.”

Harry glances at him from the side. “Not mine, but I don’t think you’re done with yours yet. So we’ll stay here until you are.”

OR

A series of moments in Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin’s relationship in which they are smoking.

So in real life I am very meeeh about smoking. But I won’t pretend I don’t find it hot. I am sure I am not the only one.

fuck me a rainbow by @tastymoves - E, Hartwin

“I want to try them.” He grins his cheekiest grin. “Repeatedly.”

“You make a compelling case, Eggsy. However, I do have to finish up here first so you might need to be a little more patient.”

Another groan from Eggsy. “That’s what I get for fucking the boss.”

“Getting fucked by the boss is more like it, isn’t it?” Harry responds as he turns his attention back to his laptop like it’s not half-buried in color changing condoms.

The perfect mix of funny and hot, do yourself a favor and go read this. Seriously, it’s intimate smut at his best.

Every Step You Take by LapisLazuli - E, Hartwin, Merlahad, Merhartwin

The day that Harry’s aesthetic appreciation of Eggsy became active want was a result of nothing remarkable. He had gone to speak with Merlin, who was monitoring a training session for the Lancelot candidates, and happened to glance down at the monitor just as Eggsy finished annihilating a series of long-distance targets on the range. He stood up, pushing his goggles back on his forehead, and positively beamed, his joy in the achievement as bright as the sun, and Harry actually felt his breath stutter in his lungs. Something about the combination of deadliness and innocence that Eggsy embodied so effortlessly simply reached right down into Harry’s chest and squeezed, and he could do nothing to prevent the sharp wave of lust that crashed over him.

That one is VERY hot okay. Just. Unf. Unf unf unf

My Love’s a Revolver by @fangirlasplosian - E, Merlahad

After certain kinds of missions, Harry Hart has two sure-fire ways to deal with pent-up adrenaline: Get pissed, or get laid. Unfortunately, the one time he takes someone home he’s interested in seeing again, he turns out to be a new coworker. A coworker with rules about about sleeping with colleagues.

Being a gentleman, Harry will respect Merlin’s boundaries. But the more they work together and get to know each other, the harder Harry finds it to keep propriety in check.

Red is the one who recced it to me a few months ago but by the gods am I glad she did. It is everything one might wish of a Merlahad story

Care and Custody by  esama  - T, Hartwin

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

It is just such a good fix-it and an interesting AU of what could have happened if some things had been slightly different.

The Courting of Eggsy Unwin by @zombiisheep - E, Harry/Eggsy/Mark Darcy

How were there TWO Harry Harts? Eggsy couldn’t even handle one!

But then how was Harry standing in front of this cafe when he was supposed to be all the way in Brussels on an ambassador mission with Arthur?

Eggsy soon discovers that there is still a lot to learn about Harry Hart, starting with the fact that he has a twin brother, a one Mr. Mark Darcy. And Mark may share Harry’s face, but that’s where the similarities end. Where Harry is slick and charismatic, Mark is awkward and endearing. But for all of the charm Mark lacks, Eggsy can’t help but find himself falling for the bumbling barrister.

But when Harry returns and discovers that not only has his young protege has fallen for someone other than him (he may have been giving Eggsy the impression that he wasn’t interested, whoops), but it’s his estranged goody two shoes brother. The war for Eggsy’s heart begins, but none of them can plan for how it turns out.

(It ends with all three together, that’s where)

If twincest isn’t your thing, don’t read this. But if you don’t mind, zomg, go read this.

the canvas can do miracles by @sententiousandbellicose - T, Hartwin

After Kentucky, Harry will never be a knight again, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost everything. He still has the sea. He still has Eggsy. He just needs Eggsy to remind him of that. (In which Harry runs away and Eggsy waits for him to come back home.)

This story is just omg SO GOOD. It’s Harry-centric and everything I didn’t know I wanted to read about until Reg put it in words.

The Whole Truth by @oggalahad - G, Hartwinrox

Truth serum has never been perfected to actually get to the truth, and Eggsy is an expert at rambling about nothing.

A funny and sweet truth serum fic. What’s not to like?

Rainy Nights by LittleMissHara - T, Harroxy

Sometimes he just wondered a little too much, & she’d just tell him to stop, & that was perfectly okay.

Short but oh so very beautifully written

Written In the Stars by @potentiality-26 E, Hartwin

Harry blinked and said, “Eggsy,” with warmth but undeniable surprise.

Though he had anticipated exactly this reception, Eggsy barely managed to keep his face from falling. Harry never seemed anything but pleased by Eggsy’s visits, but the fact that he plainly expected to see less of Eggsy hurt. Eggsy suspected that Harry disapproved but was too kind to say so, and Harry would never have let good manners stop him from telling Eggsy where he was going wrong before; it was just one more sign that the ties that had bound them together for so long were unraveling

Eggsy becomes a knight. It doesn’t simplify his relationship with his master as much as he hoped it might.

It’s a Hartwin Star Wars AU where Eggsy was Harry’s padawan and they have a bond even after Eggsy becomes a Knight. OF COURSE I LOVE THAT BLOODY FIC AND I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN OKAY! (heck i dream of it having a sequel one day T^T) Also damn, it’s written by potentiality-26. I’ve never not like one of their fic.

Little Princess by @persephoneggsy - G, Hartwin

Harry Hart, a.k.a. Arthur, finds himself competing with a seven-year-old for Eggsy’s (a.k.a. Guinevere’s) affections. And then he receives help from the last place he expected.

That fic is just bloody adorable okay? Read this. You won’t regret it.

Out of Left Field by VillaKulla - M, Hartwin, Roxlin

“Now there was just one more thing,” Merlin said, addressing the sweaty, bedraggled, footballers clustered around him. “There’s been a change of ref.”

Eggsy and the rest of the UK Kingsmen looked at their coach expectantly and he raised his eyebrows.

“Harry Hart.”

Look, I don’t care about sport. And yet I devoured that story because it’s so much more than this and the sport in it just make it all more rich.

Not Good, Doesn’t Mean Bad by @anarchycox - M, Harroxy

Harry and Roxy have broken up, but now a mission has them playing a happy couple. It is very easy to pretend to be in love, when you never stopped.

While I completely adore the Knitter Eggsy Verse and everyone should go read it NOW, I decided to rec this Harroxy fic instead because DAMN we need more Harroxy and this one is just so good! Harry is an idiot, but he’s lucky Roxy is more than ready to think for him.

Title: Faux Pas
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,307
Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Alcohol mentions, swearing
Notes: Request from anon for “’You’re really hot, shame about the personality’ from one of your prompt lists (with warren please)”

Originally posted by brownvalerie

“Please let me set you up!”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Conversations such as these were frequent between Warren Worthington III and Jubilation Lee. The latter of the two was nothing if not persistent – and the former was nothing if not stubborn.

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (March 23rd, 2017)

Remove all MODS and Custom Content before updating your game

Update: 03/23/2017 – PC Version 1.28.25.1020 / Mac Version 1.28.25.1220

Happy March Simmers!

We have a short update here, as we step onto the approach. We’ve picked our ball from the rack, and we’ll try not to hook into a split.

So, without spending too much time on this frame, let’s address the lane…

General Issues

  • Babies born to parents whose last name includes an apostrophe, will also have an apostrophe in their last name.
  • Hovering over the name field in Create a Sim will once again cause the cursor to change to a ‘Cursor and Pencil’ cursor.
  • Non-active Sims with violin and guitar skill will no longer silently horde violins and guitars in their inventories.
  • We’ve made improvements to Sim interaction selection.
  • Sims will no longer woodwork to the exclusion of all else.
  • Teens are now allowed to move out on their own from the Household Management screen.
  • The lighting created by the combination of curtains and windows will no longer change upon reload.
  • The ymMakeupEyebrows_Unibrow will now save upon exiting Create a Sim.
  • Taking a cutting from a wild plant will once again identify the plant from which it was taken.
  • We have addressed an issue that could cause adults to take a serving from a group meal and just place it in their inventory. They should now, if hungry, take a serving, and eat it.
  • The Chomper the Devourer toybox will now properly be searched for when using the color filters in Build Mode.
  • Sims are once again sitting to watch TV.
  • Sims were incorrectly being allowed to choose a primary aspiration upon age up from teen to young adult, which would result in two bonus traits. This option has been removed.
  • The Starbroker styled look can once again be found for teens when the feminine filter is on.
  • And along the same lines the ymHair_EP01LowBun can also once again be found under the masculine filter… it too had been incorrectly unhooked and left in limbo.
  • The Let There Be Light and The Let There Be More Light windows now have matching frames under any light.
  • Undo in Create a Sim will no longer change the camera setting.
  • Switching phone covers will now remember their settings between loads of the game.
  • We have addressed an issue with emotional aura’s incorrectly putting children into a flirty emotion. Children should never enter the flirty emotion.
  • Addressed an issue that could cause a child Sim aged up from a toddler to be unable to use stairs.
  • Giving a toddler a bath should no longer become impossible when a baby is added to the household.
  • puHair_Medwavy (aka the big curly hair) toddler hair will now maintain the chosen color regardless of outfit chosen.
  • Toddler socks can now be found in formal wear.
  • Fixed some highlight issues in Create a Sim that resulted in graphical issues when hovering over the feet of some Sims.
  • Fixed an issue in Create a Sim that would cause the filter display to become corrupted if enough filters were chosen such that the … (dot dot dot) replacement display was needed.
  • Fixed a seam that could appear on the back of a Sims head when wearing cuHair_SP06StraightSide hairstyle.
  • Which should clarify the expected action of an “enter name here” field…
  • …where you could use a pencil to enter your name.
  • Please, don’t draw on your monitor.
  • So, we need you to play at this event, do you have your own instrument?
  • No.
  • Ok then, we’ve had a few of our violins go missing recently, so if you could just make sure to return this when your shift is over, that’d be great.
  • No.
  • Ok then, I’ll just put this violin in your pocket. Are you comfortable with the violin?
  • No.
  • Ok, then, why don’t you take this guitar too, just in case. Soooo, I guess that’ll be all.
  • Klepto Sims interaction test to swipe something was being tested for, even when there were no klepto Sims present, increasing the time it took for Sims to decide on actions to take.
  • Also, they are allowed to move back in.
  • However, their room was probably converted into a spa, or something…
  • Their parents have taken on a new roommate named Barney…
  • And they make you pay rent.
  • Just stay away, it’s better.
  • Alignment over a clear goal was brought to the table, in a face time generation of a sustainable proactive win-win spin-up of the problem. A holistic outside of the box approach was what ultimately brought our synergy to a proper wellness level, and allowed us to break through the clutter for an end of the day exit strategy to this issue.
  • It had accidentally been untagged, which caused it to only appear when no filters were selected.
  • Asset Limbo….
  • Ooooooh oooh.
  • Ooooooh oh yea.
  • Asset Limbo.
  • Yep, I’m currently working on the chorus. I’m thinking platinum this time next year.
  • No matter whether it be little, more, little more, or more than a little light, the Let There Be windows are letting light be light.
  • UNDO IN CREATE A SIM WILL NO LONGER CHANGE THE CAMERA SETTING!!
  • Because even if you understand how the code is put together, this makes no sense.
  • Also, we have preemptively prevented Sims from spontaneously combusting after storing a salad in the refrigerator while the stereo is playing pop.
  • Red hair please.
  • You got it, want brown hair on that toddler?
  • Thank you, red hair will be fine.
  • Brown hair coming up.
  • Red yes, brown no.
  • Hold the red.
  • No, I want the red.
  • Brown it is.
  • Brown me no “likes”
  • Red out.
  • Red in.
  • Ah, come on, make up your mind!
  • Okay, okay on second thought…. make my toddler bald.
  • There was some debate that resulted in a survey of a handful of toddlers, and their thoughts on formal attire. Results varied, as you would expect, but with proper skewing we found that more toddlers preferred to keep their feet covered, than those that desired an open toe approach.
  • And while this doesn’t preclude the open toe option for those with the proclivity to free the digits, it does make one wonder why we keep a handful of toddlers around the office for just these sorts of things.
  • This issue should no longer occur. (dot)
  • Though some have speculated on the possibility of the seam being an Edgar suit, it should be pointed at that beyond the seam, there was a clear lack of droopy cheek, wrinkle neck, and glassy eye.
  • Any desire a Sim may express for sugar in water is purely coincidental.

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“Baby Driver”’s use of color symbolism.  (SPOILERS BIG TIME)

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FOLLOWING.

A lot of people are praising the sound design in Baby Driver, which is a technical masterpiece in its own right, but there is also a lot to be praised about the color symbolism and symbolism in general with the character’s actions all throughout the movie.  My head’s been buzzing with all the use of color in this movie, please comment what you noticed which I did not! 

 Things I noticed: 

 1) SEEING RED AND BLACK WITH A TWIST OF FATE 

When Buddy’s wife Darling mentions “when my husband sees red, black is the last thing you’ll see”, or something along those lines, in the second half of the movie there are a TON of references to that.  In the end car chase scene between Buddy and Baby, after Darling’s death, Buddy clicks into his RED rage.  He literally sees the red from his wife’s blood, turning on his RED rage.  When he is chasing Baby around the parking complex, a red light looms ominously onto his face from inside the stolen police car he is creeping around in.  All throughout that scene he is illuminated with a RED light.  And he plans to make Baby see black from death, but BUDDY HIMSELF dies from falling and sees black for the last time in a twisted ending to his wife’s words.  He dies by falling onto a BLACK CAR, the one that fell off of the parking ramp.  He saw red from rage and died on black from death with more red fire engulfing him. 

 2)  PURPLE/VIOLET AND KINDNESS 

When Baby is confronting innocent people to get out of a situation, three times the color purple/violet is for sure prevalent in some way.  The second time Baby steals a car from a random stranger to drive away, the black woman with the purse has a PURPLE car.  And the Nice Teller Lady whom Baby stops from entering the back of the building during the final heist attempt was wearing a purple jacket.  The first person that Baby interacts with was wearing a fuchsia/hot pink/purple dressy top. The purple may symbolize the physical manifestation of the calmness, kindness, and good heart Baby has which is entwined with his fast paced passion.  Purple is the combination of red and blue, red being passionate and bold and heated, and blue being peaceful and calm and cool.  So purple in essence is the combination of passion and calmness.  This ties in to the fact that Baby often thinks quickly and passionately during the adrenaline pumping chases, but doesn’t abandon his good nature and heart in those moments, and he takes the time out of his fast paced thinking to slow down and show peaceful kindness and good intentions to those he affects.  He takes the time to calmly address those people he was stealing from or helping out to give them peace of mind and safety, adding a blue nature to the dangerously red situations of those scenes.  Hence the purple similarities in those three instances.  (I also realize that the purple colors may be interpreted as more hot pink or fuchsia in nature, they were all more on the pinker side of violet.)

 3)  YELLOW/GOLD 

The similarities between Deb and Baby’s mom are abundant.  They both have golden blonde hair, they both worked at the same diner, and both of them sing.  Along with them both being blonde, the tape recording that Baby made named “MOM” has yellow tape for the label, and I think was either the only tape or one of the few tapes that had colored tape labels.  The yellow and gold associated with his mom and Deb symbolize the beacons of comfort and hope that they both are to Baby.  Deb also wears a golden yellow dress when Baby first sees her, as she is singing angelically.  She is seen as an angelic person through Baby’s eyes, and gold is often associated with divinity/comfort/happiness along with the color white.

4)  TARGETS 

Buddy, with his Red Rage, aims to make Baby see black by killing him.  In his rage he targets Deb, someone close to Baby, who happens to be wearing black as a part of her waitress uniform.  The black end result is seen in a different way.  Baby sees someone he loves being the target of maliciousness, and sees black on Buddy’s target, Deb.  Even before Buddy’s Red Rage, the group of criminals targets Baby’s foster dad, who throughout the movie wears dark colored clothing, possibly black/grey clothing.

 5) LAUNDROMAT AND PRIMARY COLORS 

Within the laundromat that Deb and Baby were hanging out in, in every single machine there was either red, yellow, or blue clothing tumbling about.  Each one had a specific color load too, no laundry machine had mixed colors, only one color was being washed in each machine.  I liked that scene’s aesthetics in particular because the patterned background of the tumbling colors, all moving in unison and with uniform placement, helps the viewer concentrate more on the characters than the surrounding location.  At least that’s the effect it had on me.  Even though the colors were vivid and heavily saturated, it added to and fit in with the popping stylized aesthetics of the movie, so it didn’t feel out of place.  The colors in the room reflected the emotions that they were likely feeling, like red passion/love/interest for each other, a sense of blue peace and calmness stemming from their sweet separation from their chaotic and complex lives, and the yellow glimmer of hope for new possibilities.  And then the end of the scene compliments the romance by zooming in on a laundry machine washing red clothing, with their dancing reflections accented by the red clothing, symbolizing the budding romance. 

 6)  FULL CIRCLE 

 The instance of Baby’s parents being killed by a head on collision with the back of a truck is echoed back to in the final act of Baby Driver.  His parents died from the collision, which sparked the endless tinnitus and haunting flashbacks of his parents’ death.  His trapped hearing and mind is evident throughout the film, and can be resembled by his constant earbud-plugged ears.  Also from him being trapped and forced further into the crime business.  His trapped self bursts forth in the end and comes full circle when he kills Bats.  He literally kills Bats the same way that his parents died, by ramming into the back of a truck.  When the others scream at him “WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU DO BABY?!?!”, he replies “I moved.” with a cold stare.  That cannot have just a single meaning.  I think that he decided then and there that he had enough, and he meant the words literally and metaphorically.  That he killed a malicious person who caused chaos to others, which symbolized the death of his involvement with the dangerous individuals and their schemes and that he was done.  He moved forward in more ways than one.  And the same action from the beginning of the movie reenacted makes it come full circle. 

What else did you guys notice with symbolism and color in “Baby Driver”?  Please comment and share for a fun discussion about how awesome this movie is, or why you didn’t like it! 

Primaris Space Marines. Aka Guilimarines

The Primaris Space Marines or I like to call the Guilimarines, are the newest addition to 8th edition. With new armor and equipment they, are meant t help rejoin the Great Rift that has slipt the Imperium in half. They are bigger, better, faster, and stronger, and can come in any color and Chapter - as long they are Ultramarines. All joking aside, here are the Good, the Bad, and the Meh of the Guilimarines.

The Good

  • The MK II Crawl-Pattern Bolt Rifle - So nice that Crawl named it after himself.
  • The Mark X Armor - Glad to see that the Mechaniucus had put some innovation into the Power Armor, by combines the most effective elements of ancestral Horus Heresey patterns of Marks with more recent developments in power armor technology. Though nothing has been released on how this is better.
    • Also what happened to Mark IX?
      • Salvia: It was Heretical!!
  • They look pretty cool.
  • Gulimarines - they were over commissioned by the Primarch Guilliman and were revealed as Ultramarines. Put them together and what do you get? Guilimarines. Or Cooler Marines, if you ask @crysdrawsthings. (Seriously, check out her stuff. It is cooler than the Cooler Marines.)

The Bad

  • Their Reason for Existing - They feel too much as a byproduct of the Gathering Storm material, and, just like the Storm, there was no build up for them. Crawl said he had been working on them for the last ten-thousand years, but we as the readers never got that. Maybe some novels in-between Gathering Storm books  
  • Too many unanswered questions - Why was Crawl working on them? Why does he have this technology and knowhow when so many previous Mechanicus attempts at improving the gene-seed resulted in the 21st Founding? Why did they have to make new Space Marines when they could’ve outfitted the already existing ones? Will, and how, they be resistant to Chaos? Can they use heavy weapons? How will the other Astartes take to them?
  • Lack of Chapter Options - Though GW has stated any Astartes Chapter can receive Pirmaris reinforcements (tell that to the Soul Drinkers), including non-Codex Astartes Chapters. However, upon their release, they only came out as… Ultramarines. It would be nice to see so special made armor for Astartes outside of the Ultramarines, Space Wolves (less said about the Wulfen the better), and to a lesser extent the Dark Angels. Time to give the other Legions a time to shine, without having to pay a rediculous amount for delivery. 
  • Makes the “regular” Astartes seem redundant - GW has also stated that Primaris Space Marines do not replace “regular” Space Marines. This is good if they didn’t also say you can also field an entire army of the Primaris, which does make the older guys feel redundant. From a fluff point of view, different Chapter, meaning ones outside the Ultramarines, are going to be hesitant around these “big, better, faster, stronger” marines. 
  • Chapters are meant to just accept them? - Um, no. Some might just straight up refuse them because they don’t have the same shared culture, traditions, or training as ones that are normally indoctrinated. The Wolves are a Legion with a strong pack mentality and refused to break those ties by creating Chapters. The Dark Angels are suspicious of everyone - though this might get the Lion out of bed. These Guilimarines do not come from the same home planets as these Chapters, they come from Mars.
  • Crawl and Guiliman insulted the Emperor and other Primarchs - When you think about it, Crawl has been collecting gene-seed, from all the Chapters and their Founding Legions, for ten-thousand years to make the Guilimarines. He and Guiliman have done the impossible of replicating and tweaking the gene-seed that only the Emperor of Mankind could do. Somewhere in the Warp, Fabius Bile is throwing in the towel. And if individuals like Dante hears that a Mechanicus jumpstart and his Primarch uncle has perverted the gene-seed of Sanguinius, then there will be hell to pay.
    • So does this mean that Crawl also has gene-seed from the Legions that fell to Chaos?
      • Raphael Carion: I hope not. We’re just transitioning to a Chapter, we don’t need any more at the time being.
  • Robbing the Sororitas… Again - Gender representation in the 40K fandom is a touchy subject. I am mixed. Though I understand that women cannot be full Space Marine because of fluff reasons, I still want the Adepta Sororitas to be their own thing and not a diet-Astartes clone, or forced to blend because the Adeptus Astartes was forced to do the same. I was hoping that the Pirmaris’ could have been that bridge and advancement for the Sisters of Battle, but alas it was simply not to be. 
    • Arphus Ziemras: Dammit!!

The Meh

  • The Mark X’s design - The armor’s design looks a bit too streamlined. Just with the Ultramarines colors make the Guilimarines look like roll-on decorated. I am hoping that GW artists make a few that have the cool designs and patterns on them in the future.

Time for Tags. @fuukonomiko, @crysdrawsthings, @cpujester, @mrsdorn, @ultramarineblues, @tw6464, @sisterofsilence, @neshtasplace, @melody-chii, and @a-40k-author for putting up with my insanity.

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STORYTIME: A few months ago, when I decided to add DEITIES artwork to my eternally-WIP portfolio site, I realized that the best way to save gallery space, was to combine the pairs of colors tests onto a single canvas. Doing so helped condense the image count for that portion of my gallery and even tidy up some layouts, and I ended up liking the results!  

However, I debated for the longest time whether or not the updated color tests were worth posting again since… I’m essentially sharing fairly old artwork in a different format >> But then I figured ehh, why not. At least for this version, everyone can view their deity- and animal forms side by side, and this one can be directly linked to the blog from the start o)7

With that said, I did cut out a few details from some of them to make them fit, so anyone can view the original deity forms HERE and the animal forms HERE.

Additionally, all the character designs are being gradually “updated” as I practice drawing them. Their respective tags, along with a larger supporting cast of deities, can be found on the Characters page of the project blog.

At some point, I hope to revisit these and draw updated references and/or model sheet for the main cast. But until then feel free to view and share these early color tests, and thanks again for everyone’s continued support!

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