don't know if i'm allowed to put this on the internet

naekolehasposts  asked:

Dear Endling, I've been a huge fan since I saw your comics on Snafu. I'm struggling, and have been for awhile. Art is my passion, but I don't have the right education to pursue a career in it. I've been unable to find my style, and have been stuck for a year. Do you have any advice on where I can read/study to improve my skills to eventually, find my own style?

  This is a question I’ve been asked a lot, but to be honest it never really gets that much easier to answer. Every artist being an individual, it’s tough to find catch-alls that work for everyone, you know what I  mean? And hell, truth be told, I’m still trying to figure this stuff out for myself. :]

  Let me get this first bit out of the way, the bit nobody wants to hear: “Practice, practice, practice.” It’s the biggest, stinkiest old chestnut in the book, the one you’ve probably heard a million times before, but unfortunately, it is the most rock solid, time-tested advice any artist can swear by. Even when you feel down and out, even when things don’t look like they should. You keep on drawing, because art has a funny way of growing with you, even if you’re not aware of it. 

 But try different things. Some personal suggestions:

- Draw from life. Do figure studies. Your art will only go as far as the strong foundation you’ve built on. It can be arduous, but it is worth it. There is no way around this, much as many folks find this the token ‘boring’ advice.

- Look up light and color theory online. Nowadays there is a ridiculous amount of information on this subject on the internet. You could probably cobble together a near full education on the subject just from all the different people who have guides, examples, even youtube videos on the matter. It’s really amazing. There are tons of people out there trying to help young artists get on their feet, and they aren’t charging a thin dime. Take advantage of it. :]

- Warm up before you draw! Draw scribbles, cubes, shapes with some zing to them. Drawing can be a workout! So like any workout, warm up! Don’t dive right in and injure yourself. :] It’s a good way to stave off feeling discouraged because things  didn’t turn out looking brilliant right off the bat. 

- Try emulating a variety of other artists’ work. (With their consent if you’re posting it somewhere of course.) Sometimes when drawing in someone else’s style your own little mannerisms and stylistic influences tend to pop up in the result. This is more a fun exercise though, certainly not something to fall back on as a means to improve. You don’t want to end up relying on the same artistic 'shortcuts’ your chosen artists employ in their own work without a firm understanding of the basics yourself.

- Draw quickly, loosely, even carelessly. Less thought, more winging it. Fly by the seat of them pants. Have fun letting go! At least, for a practice run at first. While 'style’ is at best a nebulous concept, I’ve always found that if you draw speedily, you tend to put emphasis in certain areas, sort of feel your hand moving a particular way? If you don’t let too much thought get in the way, you can sometimes see the raw tendencies you have underneath the art. 

- Animation! Regarding stuff to read to improve your skills, there is no shortage of books available in places like Barnes & Noble. Entire sections on art. I recommend, personally, books on animation techniques. I was originally an animation major in college, and I think any artist can benefit greatly by studying it thoroughly. 

- Draw for yourself, not for the internet. This is a more fairly recent issue I’ve been seeing with some people, but there are folks out there who get a little too attached to the reception (or lack thereof) they receive for posting their work online, or worse still, seem to only draw with the specific intent of putting things online. While it’s all well and good to share your work with other people, please please please do not forget that you are drawing for yourself. You don’t have to post everything you make. Allow yourself plenty of time to make plenty of terrible drawings. Fall flat on your face. You can share the stuff you’d like, but you don’t have to feel compelled to share everything you do.

- Art blocks and burn out will happen. Don’t sweat 'being stuck’ so much. Don’t rush getting OUT of it either. Art blocks are kind of a way of telling you you’re running on empty in one way or another. I’ve gotten asked quite often what I do to get over an art block. The answer is really simple: wait. Haha. But you find things to do that get you feeling charged up again. I like listening to music and playing games. Games are what got me into art in the first place, so it’s kind of a back-and-forth process for me. But what I’m trying to say here is, art and your life are pretty much connected in every way. If your art just doesn’t want to come out easily on the page, maybe you should find something else to do that you enjoy. Refill, recharge, re-energize, but NOT just to get over an art block. Your daily life might be more attached to your work than you realize. Which brings me to my next point..

- Don’t look so hard for 'your style’. You need to grow as much as your artwork. As I said before, style is kind of a strange subject. To most people style is simply 'how your art looks’, what sets it apart from other folks. But if you ask me, style is whatever ignites your passion to create in the first place. Style can be influenced by other art, sure, but it can also be influenced by music, games, sports, books, your background, the things you enjoy, just the person you are from the ground up. Style comes from pouring yourself into your work. And you know what? You need to grow just as much as your artwork. If you put a piece of yourself into your art, it will undoubtedly be unique, because you’re a unique person yourself. Find something you want to say and let it come out through your art.

And yes, that’s about the floweriest answer I’ve ever given on the subject of style. I guess when it comes to the subject of art I can be a sappy sap. But DAMMIT I BELIEVE IN YOU. And anyone else reading this that might have been feeling the same way! And I really appreciate the question! Hell, I’m honored, and hope in any way at all I can help, because art is a beautiful thing to have in your life, and I wish you the absolute best of luck with it. 


TFLN Sentence Starters (Part 4)
  • [text] Do you ever get high and look at your cat and feel like you know them on an intellectual level?
  • [text] Three of my exes and one of my exes' brothers have hit me up and it's only been a week. I hate semester break.
  • [text] Remember when I got punched in the face on NYE last year? I don't
  • [text] I wasn't going to just ask my parents for a damn vibrator for christmas
  • [text] I put chex mix in your purse for when you get hungry while doing your walk of shame tomorrow!
  • [text] I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
  • [text] Went out with the family last night and some 40 yr old lady wanted to take me home. My mom was not happy with me
  • [text] If it snows I'm making an igloo and getting wasted in it
  • [text] new years resolution: more sex, less car punching, more chipotle.
  • [text] He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
  • [text] He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
  • [text] Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
  • [text] You are the jesus of drinking
  • [text] Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
  • [text] Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
  • [text] Holy shit, add "successfully got stoned secretly at a party where a cop was" to my list of accomplishments.
  • [text] I'm smoking a bowl in my bathtub. I'm meant to be alone.
  • [text] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
  • [text] I hope my margaritas pass through security.
  • [text] Go have fun. I'm gonna go shower off the regret.
  • [text] Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
  • [text] woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
  • [text] just had a flashback of you pouring champagne into my mouth from someones balcony..
  • [text] Unless you can cure my hangover with your penis I'm not interested.
  • [text] They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
  • [text] The first thing I did in 2015 was suck a
  • [text] Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okay with this
  • [text] For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
  • [text] I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
  • [text] I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
  • [text] Dude you asked your tattoo if it wanted to go swimming
  • [text] Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
  • [text] Mmm. Champagne. Weed. 17 pounds of animal crackers.
  • [text] Just scratched my head and I basically rained glitter.
  • [text] Did the walk of shame past her kids. I'm younger than one of them.
  • [text] its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
  • [text] I've never been so excited to have my ass in so much pain.
  • [text] Drunk me just left a note for sober me apologizing for all the fucking crumbs in our bed
  • [text] I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
  • [text] but I'm still not sure how you became more and more fluent in Spanish the drunker you got
  • [text] The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
  • [text] Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
  • [text] I haven't had an orgasm since 2014. So you can see why I'm having a bad year.
  • [text] do you have any idea how expensive it is to have the munchies at Disneyland?
  • [text] I'm drunk in your building find me and we can have sex.
  • [text] Dude. I don't even want cuddles. I just want an acknowledgement that I just had balls in my mouth.
  • [text] I'm getting "congrats on your engagement" shots. I need to get engaged more often!
  • [text] I wanna snuggle with you as we feed each other chipotle burrito bowls and that's just where I'm at right now
  • [text] I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
  • [text] woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
  • [text] I'm serious-it was like trying to deep-throat a minivan.
  • [text] I would say that that is the last time I ever drink a bottle of jack in two hours, but really who am I kidding?
  • [text] I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
  • [text] if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
  • [text] i cant believe we used adam and eve as a sexting theme last night
  • [text] I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
  • [text] I saw your dick pic and thought there goes the last thread of my heterosexuality.
  • [text] I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
  • [text] Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
  • [text] do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
  • [text] his ex girlfriend sent him a pic of her naked in the bathtub so I sent her a pic of me sucking his dick
  • [text] I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
  • [text] You couldve had sex with 2 drunk chicks on an alligator slide.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry I just wanna say that I'm a huge fan of your blog I truly am and I'm also a 100% richonner without a doubt but don't you think that you and the rest of richonners are being mean to AB? She's just the actress playing Jessie so I don't really understand why you would disrespect her like that. And please so t say that oh it's probably her sending you this anon. It's not. It's a huge fan of your blog and hopefully a future actress who wants to know why the actor is getting so much hate. Xo

Nope, I don’t think I’m being mean or unfair at all. I have no problem separating actors from their characters, hence my love for Sarah Wayne Callies, David Morrissey, Jon Bernthal, and Laurie Holden. I have very little affection for their on-screen personas, but they seem like wonderful, thoughtful actors with reverence for the show, their castmates, and the fans.

Alexandra Breckenridge, on the other hand, doesn’t just play a character I don’t like. Yes, Jessie is poorly written and this storyline is problematic, but I don’t hate her as a character that much. I want her to die so that my show can get back on track. So that Rick can be who he was before she came along, because I don’t know who the fuck he is right now, or what the writers are doing with his character.

I can’t speak for the entire Richonne fandom, but I can tell you why I, personally, don’t care for AB offscreen.

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My Mom's Thoughts On - Steal My Girl:
  • Alright, so my internet was out when the video originally came out so of coarse I was being very annoying. Thus when i finally did show her she was very... Judgmental to say the least.
  • *Video starts and there is a trailer sitting there*
  • Mom: Oh god what is this.
  • *Boys come out*
  • Mom: What the hell are they wearing?
  • *Harry asking where the director is*
  • Mom: You're in the middle of the desert, he probably got lost. GPS isn't a thing everywhere.
  • *Boys complaining he's late*
  • Mom: That's so scripted it's funny.
  • *Director shows up*
  • Mom: Danny Devito,I didn't know he was still alive. Oh well this is gonna be a train wreck.
  • Me: Stop don't be so mean
  • *Devito asking questions he doesn't want answered while showing the boys*
  • Mom: Can that man chew with his mouth closed please.
  • Mom: Alright, Harry's a pimp now I see, why do I let you listen to their music?
  • Me: Because you do, he's not a pimp.
  • Mom: Well he's certainly not dressed for the desert that's for sure.
  • Mom: Niall, once again the only one your allowed to marry, poor kid stuck with this guy.
  • Me: What do you have against him?
  • Mom: Nothing, but don't you think he'd have something more important to do rather than direct this video?
  • Mom: Liam, honey, you need to shave your face. And what the hell did that boy do to his arm?
  • Me: He don't need to shave, and he broke it leave him alone.
  • Mom: Did he break it on stage? OMG that must have been embarrassing, I hope someone told his mother, she'll need to know for insurance reasons.
  • Me: I don't think he has to worry about insurance.
  • Mom: Lewis looking normalish, rather sarcastic looking.
  • Me: Louis, how many times have we been over this.
  • Mom: You know I dated a Louis once, he was almost your father.
  • Me: Well I did not need to know that information, thank you.
  • Mom: Ahhh Zayn my least favorite, he looks good for being in the desert, with a girls headband on.
  • Me: *Mumbling* Dad liked him dressed as a girl.
  • Me: Well someones jealous.
  • Mom: *Evil mom glaring at me, so I shut up.*
  • * Dude giving them their things or whatever*
  • Devito: *To Harry* Love
  • Mom: He isn't going to get much love with that outfit on.
  • Devito: *To Niall* Light
  • Mom: Is it because he's got blond hair, that's mean.
  • Devito: *To Liam* Power
  • Mom: he cant have that much power, he is taking place in this music video.
  • Devito: *To Louis* Danger
  • Mom: *Bursts out laughing* The only thing he' even close to being, is a lost little boy in the middle of the desert.
  • Devito: *To Zayn* Mystery
  • Mom: He's not dangerous, and he stole my husband, not my daughter.
  • Me: Once again not my fault.
  • *Devito talking*
  • Mom: Can he not talk and spit apple pieces everywhere?
  • *Video actually starts and Liam's breaking stuff*
  • Mom: Liam Breaking things, with a broken arm, that's never gonna heal right if he keeps doing dumb things like that.
  • *Zayn with sumo wrestlers*
  • Mom: Why? What possessed a person to sit down and think of this. I feel bad now, get this child away from theses people.
  • *Shows Niall, Harry, and Louis*
  • Mom: Niall! My baby!
  • Mom: Harry you need to cut your hair, love.
  • Mom: Why does that one have have a monkey? Where are his parents? have these boys been kidnapped? Katie do who do I call and complain to?
  • *Zayn singing*
  • Mom: I'm sorry, but why is the toothpick holding back two SUMO WRESTLERS!
  • *Niall moving toward where he needs to stand*
  • Mom: The hell does that boy think he's doing?! Put on a shirt!
  • *Niall Singing*
  • Mom: Is that raciest?
  • Mom: Why do people think this is a good idea for a video?
  • *Boys singing on top of rocks*
  • Mom: This is why you young people need insurance, what if one of them fell off and snapped their neck?
  • *Niall dancing*
  • Mom: At least he seems happy to be outside without a shirt in the middle of the desert.
  • *Acrobats doing stuff*
  • Mom: How mach money did they spend on these people that have nothing to do with the song?
  • *Louis, with Devito and a monkey*
  • Mom: Someone get this child away from the creepy thing and the monkey.
  • Me: You are so mean.
  • Mom: Shut up I feed you.
  • *Zayn spilling saint on sumo wrestlers*
  • I hope they tested that paint on the skin before they threw it all over each other, someone might be allergic.
  • *Liam signing on a thingy*
  • Me: THEY WOULDN'T PUT IT ONLINE IF HE DIED! And NO! He was in Vegas and did something, calm down mother.
  • Mom: I remember when your father and I went to Vegas... I think that's about 9 months before your brother was born.
  • Me: I really didn't need to know that.
  • *Louis singing with a monkey*
  • Mom: I hope both the child and the monkey have had all their shots.
  • Mom: Maybe they are trying to knock them off one by one, Liam with the metal death trap, Niall dying of heat stroke in the desert, Zayn with the sumo wrestlers, and Louis is going to die of a monkey bite.
  • Me: Stop that-
  • Me: Alight! Adopt them! Yay!
  • *Balloons appear*
  • Mom: Now their littering balloons in the desert.
  • Mom: They are grounded, not allowed to leave their rooms.
  • *Random people in the desert doing things they are being paid for*
  • Mom: How much do you think they spent on this only for it to be as random and unorganized as this?
  • Mom: They got a marching band, acrobats, a monkey, a lion some dancers and all for what reason?
  • *harry appears to sing*
  • Mom: He, quite literally, just came out of no where.
  • Mom: I see no purpose in this, why can't he just sing in peace, why can't they all do that?
  • Mom: He needs a haircut.
  • *It starts raining in the desert*
  • Mom: They made it rain in the desert, how much did this cost? For it to rain in the desert? Do they not have a budget?
  • Mom: Now they are going to have sand stuck to them and they are not coming into my house all wet like that.
  • *Ending of video*
  • Mom: Spent all that money for nothing, I could of made a better video with a handheld camera.
  • Mom: There was no reason for me to watch that...
  • Mom: I'm leaving
  • *Mom Leaves, I hit Replay*
A Hufflepuff Story

There came a time in which many people who were sorted into Hufflepuff on Pottermore were disappointed in their results. Half of these people who were sorted into Hufflepuff decided to abandon their account and either try again with a different approach or just give up on it thinking they’re lame or something. I was once one of these people. Hard to imagine me being that way, eh? Well I have a story for all of my followers to read about how my view of Hufflepuff changed over time. And as my view of Hufflepuff changed, I changed, too. I became a more mature and open-minded person. But of course it wasn’t easy at first. In fact it was quite unnecessarily painful. It deeply scarred me emotionally, but what I didn’t know back then was that my scars were going to heal and make me who I am today. And for that, I am proud of myself- and others who have gone through similar experiences in their lives.
[ —–> You are now me, a few years ago. Pottermore had recently opened to the public and you are signing up for the first time late one night. Your sibling, Jordan, had gotten the beta testing version and is a Slytherin.

Imagine staying up late past midnight. The room is dark besides the glow from the computer that illuminates your face. You had just gotten an account on Pottermore and you were getting ready to take the house quiz which would decide your fate. You felt so enthused! You just KNEW you had to get into Gryffindor! Everyone wanted to be the ‘heroes’. And if not the 'hero’ then maybe you could be a bookworm in Ravenclaw, afterall, you loved to read! Or if not that then Slytherin where the ambitious, powerful, and pure in blood are! Also your sibling is in Slytherin so you might be, too! But not Hufflepuff, Thats the last thing I could be! But you thought about what the Hufflepuff traits were. You didn’t remember, because you had never cared to pay that house any attention. You look up the four houses traits and see that Hufflepuffs were ‘fair, loyal, and hard working.’ Sure you guess these were good traits to have, but they definitely didn’t stand out like the other houses did. You decide there was no way you could be in that house.
The quiz is to decide your fate. The quiz of fate! The quiz that will dictate whether or not you were brave, smart, cunning, or uhhh fair.
You take a long time on your quiz, making sure you answered them all with your heart. You even went back to check your answers one last time. Then, crossing your fingers, you hit submit.
Your internet bars drop by two. You frown and jiggle the mouse. Ugh. Internet died at the WRONG FRICKIN TIME!
You hit refresh at the top of the page multiple times, anxious to know what house you had gotten into. After five minutes of no internet, you decide that you’ll find out in the morning. But you had a hard time going to sleep. As you lie in bed you kept telling yourself 'of course I got into Gryffindor! But you were nervous in an excited sort of way that wouldn’t let your brain shut up and allow you to rest. You keep reassuring yourself, I’m a nice person who likes to help others in need. I can be brave when danger is around, I’d protect my friends and family with my life! I’m a chivalrous person, too! I may be scared of spiders but hey, so was Ron!’

Morning comes and you wake up to the sun screaming light through your bloody eyelids. You immediately remember you were supposed to find out your house results. Jumping out of the bed and to your desk, you open your laptop and log in. You log in to Pottermore.
The webpage flashes gold before your eyes.

You cringed as you read it.

‘… Whatt?.’
‘ No! This has got to be a mistake. I’m a Gryffindor, a massive powerful LION, not a bumble bee!
No. No no no no no no no noooo!

I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up any time now to an invitation to Gryffindor..’

You almost jump out of your seat when you hear a few steady knocks on your door. Closing the internet, you call them in. Jordan comes in with a wry expression and murmurs out of curiosity “Soooooo?”

You put your hands on your lap as you spin around to see them. You blink at them then look anxiously out the window to keep a calm act “ Sooo- what?” You angle your head to the side playfully.

They smile and roll their eyes as if you should have known what they were talking about “The Pottermore thing! Have you gotten sorted yet?” They sit on the edge of your bed.

You hesitate before replying “Errr uh, no.”

Their eyes light up with excitement “Really? Okay so maybe when you take it we can hang out and we can celebrate whatever house you get into! I’ll bring snacks!” Jordan says with glee.

You hesitate before replying “Okay. Give me some time to get ready then.”

Your sibling smiles again and winks “ Okay! Let me know when you’re ready!”
They leave you alone in your room. Your smile fades from your face as they leave, worried about what to do about the situation. Then you got an idea! You spin your desk chair around to face your computer again, this time you open Pottermore and create a new account, this time using your junkmail email.
'If I take the house quiz again, I’ll know what not to answer. That way I’ll get into something else besides Hufflepuff!’
You get the account name Dragonjinx###. This is a better name then your last one, which was Broomhazel###. You quickly sped through getting supplies for Hogwarts, getting your cat, and getting your wand. All you really wanted was to get into a different house. You finally get to the house quiz. You remember that your sibling had wanted to be with you when you took the test.
You yell across the house-
Very professional I know.
So your sibling comes in a few seconds later with a box of cheese-its and stands behind you as you click the start button.
You don’t remember seeing the first question before, or the second question or most of these questions. You decide to review them a second time just to make sure you answered them to the best of your abilities. You hover the mouse over the submit button.

“ What'chya waiting for?” Your sibling asks.
You reply by clicking submit.
You feel your last bit of hope getting torn from you as gold flashes before your eyes. Hufflepuff.
You hear a curious gasp behind you.
“ Hufflepuff?” Your sibling replies.
“ That sucks. Sorry about that. You must have answered the wrong answers. I know you aren’t a Hufflepuff, you’re my sibling. You’re better than that.”
You tear up a little as your sibling tries to comfort you. You turn away to hide the tears.
“ This Pottermore thing is stupid anyways. This quiz is wrong and it isn’t worth my time.”
You manage to blurt out.
Your sibling replies with a tune of insult.
“ But I’m pretty sure MY results and many others were spot on. Just because your results are bad doesn’t mean the entire website is dumb. IT’S NOT OUR PROBLEM YOU’RE A WORTHLESS PUFF.” And with that, your sibling slams your door behind them. Once again you’re alone.

'Stupid sibling. Ugh. Stupid quiz. Stupid POTTERMORE. What the heck does J.K Rowling think she’s doing putting the most generous and dedicated of fans into the worst house of Hogwarts? I’m so ANGRY!! AUUUGH!’ You ball your hands into fists and look down at the floor. 'How are you going to tell your friends?! They’d laugh at you!’ You then thought about how you and your friends grew up with the Harry Potter series and were always that group of dorky kids dressed in black robes at the midnight premiere at almost every movie… 'All of that, and now this? I don’t deserve this..’ You feel more tears stream down and you open your eyes to see them drop onto the open palms resting on your lap. 'Spent your entire life in this fandom and now it had ruined you. I guess the Harry Potter fandom was never really meant for you.’ Your mind wanders deeper into the past, remembering how at a young age you didn’t have any real friends until the others came along. They would all meet in the library after school and read Harry Potter books. After reading the first few books, you introduced it to Jordan who in turn became a fan as well.

It took you a lot to admit to your friends what house you were sorted into. The only thing that made it a little easier was that two of your other friends were also puffs, but that didn’t ease the pain much. You tended to have very strong emotions, unlike most of your other friends who were nonchalant. In your group of dorks, there were three 'puffs, including yourself, two Slytherins, two Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw.
You noticed that you and the other two Hufflepuffs had distanced yourselves from your other friends who were sorted into Gryffindor Slytherin and Ravenclaw. The houses that were considered 'worth something’. You and your puff friends were outcasted from the main friend group. Your non-puff friends started to assume that you would FIND things for them if they told you they lost something. And when you’d snap at them to stop losing their shite they would be all “Wow, I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice.” You would have to constantly remind them that being 'fair’ doesn’t mean being nice, which a lot of people think it does. You became very cynical. Everyone thought that you started having some sort of attitude problem, because you felt angry all the time and snapped at the smallest of issues. In reality you were stressed out and depressed because you felt like everyone was against you. While you and your puff friends would sit at a nearby table next to the others’ table, you would hear the others arguing about which house out of their three was the best- with no question whether Hufflepuff was a part of this. You would sit there intently listening in, shooting down their questions in your mind with your own solutions like 'how about you just get a fucking life you self-serving fuck?’ The other puffs were busy chatting about something funny that happened in gym that day. In a way I was glad they weren’t spending time groveling in envy and pity like I was.
It took me a while to realize that I wasn’t necessarily jealous of their houses anymore, because I didn’t want to be in any of their stinking egotistic houses. I wanted Hufflepuff to be on par with the others, but of course with all of the ugly stereotypes that Hufflepuff is full of ditsy weaklings we weren’t going to get very far. You asked yourself every day why J.K Rowling would create Hufflepuff if this was all that they were for.

I took a break from Pottermore, and the entire Harry Potter fandom for over a year. I pushed away anything related to it because I didn’t want to have to deal with all of the scathing Hufflepuff jokes. I was ashamed of what Pottermore had made out of me and my friends. It made tension in a group of life-long friends. For the first time in what seems like forever, you stopped talking to them all together. You were sick of this, and one day, you decided to give it up and move on in life.
Whenever I would see something about Hufflepuff on Tumblr or any site, I told myself to avoid it. However, there were some times that I decided it wouldn’t hurt to read a few of them. Some of the time they would hold my interest for a while. One post in particular really hit me in the heart. It was enough to make me want to search up things like ‘reasons hufflepuff is better than other houses’ or ‘reasons why hufflepuff is awesome’ or ‘hufflepuff facts’. And, in a strange way, it calmed me down. But I also had that same envy for the other houses. I would think about them bitterly and go back to avoiding anything Harry Potter related.

What brought me back was when I heard from my sibling that Hufflepuff had won the fourth house cup. I was so shocked a gasp escaped me. I thought they were joking at first. It caught my attention, though I never admitted that to my sibling. Hufflepuff WON SOMETHING?! Holy shit. This was revolutionary. Maybe there is hope for Hufflepuff after all?


It took me a long time to remember my old username, which had been created over a year ago. I logged on to see gold and black banners and a Hufflepuff badge. 'What an old familiar sting..’ I thought as I clicked on the Great Hall button. I saw that Hufflepuff had the trophy icon next to it, signifying that Hufflepuff had recently won the house cup. I went back to the Hufflepuff Commons and read countless comments from my fellow puffs that made this victory possible. They were all encouraging and made me feel good about being a Hufflepuff. It gave me a second look on Hufflepuff, and then I realized something. J.K Rowling wasn’t going to allow us to choose which house we were going to be in because like 80% would choose Gryffindor, 10% would choose Ravenclaw, 8% would choose Slytherin, and then 2% would choose Hufflepuff. J.K Rowling may have forced us to see the other houses in a different light by distributing us more equal in number to different houses. Your house is what you make it, not what the other houses say you are. Hufflepuffs can be heroes too. And if you think not, you are fucking wrong, because to me- everyone in Hufflepuff is my hero because they didn’t give up when faced with discrimination. They chose to build on the solid ground when we had reached rock bottom. They are heroes, they are warriors. That is what makes Hufflepuff worth fighting for. Because to me it meant a lot. For all the puffs out there who was ever dissipointed in their house results, you are not alone. But never forget that every house is worth fighting for, even if it’s Hufflepuff. And to the people who won it for Hufflepuff; you guys are fuckin’ awesome. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, destroy them. Destroy them with puff pride. Soon after, I made a blog about Hufflepuff and named it Huffleplus!
To everyone;
thank you.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I've read bits of bill C-51, heard whispers of how awful it is, and of course read some things on your blog related to it, but how will it really affect Canadians? I don't, by any means, doubt that it will but I'm just curious what average folks and the more politically-motivated citizens really need to be concerned about/take precautions for.

If the government feels that you’re in any way a threat to Canada they will be able to monitor your activity and share your personal information with over 10 different government bodies. The government has added amendments so that they can’t arrest protestors under terrorism even if they break the law in protest, but they can still monitor and ‘sabotage’ protestors. This is all done privately.

CSIS agents will be additionally able to ‘sabotage’ your actions through a number of means which could involve undercover agents activity, deleting or controlling internet content, etc. They can’t use violence but they can do anything else.

They can even contact judges and ask permission to break the law in order to see this aim. The judge won’t know what CSIS will do and neither will you.

It will censor online activity since talking about terrorism will now be punishable by the law and result in holding without arrest and jail time. The context doesn’t matter.

The government is also expanding no fly lists. It doesn’t even have to have proof that you’ve done wrong or will do wrong. This goes for many applications of the bill. They only have to suspect you before punishing you. No actual proof is needed.

And to top it all off the government is not putting into force any real oversight or transparency on CSIS’s and the RCMP’s new powers. Nobody is going to be watching these guys. They may well do things that they are not legally allowed to do, but it won’t matter because no one is holding them to account. Parliament is not overseeing any of their activity.

Seventeen as drunk things pt. 2
  • in honor of their comeback, I did another one
  • Wonwoo: you know what [my roommate] said today? She put on an all black outfit and said "hey I feel like you" like how rude is that? I mean.... It's 100% accurate. But it's still rude.
  • Mingyu: Can someone tell my why Canadian McDonald's don't have honey mustard? They have honey and they have spicy mustard but not honey mustard??? HOW DO I EAT MY CHICKEN NUGGETS WITHOUT HONEY MUSTARD???
  • Hoshi: oh yeah? Well I'm taking shots of vodka and chasing with a vodka cooler so get on my level bitch
  • Minghao: sorry but that entire time you were talking to me I was planning world domination in my head
  • Dino: can someone pls tell me why there's a yu-gi-oh card on the floor? Did we teleport back to 2003?
  • Jeonghan: I spent an hour on my hair and that guy just spilled like HALF his beer on my head I'm out I'm done I'm going to bed now.
  • Joshua: ya know, being at a catholic res is fun cause like we're breaking a lot of laws and building rules rn and there are nuns literally living in the other part of the building like 50 yards away from us.
  • Woozi: you are the most annoying, sloppiest, worst drunk ever. Yeah you are. I'm carrying your shoes, holding your purse, and assuring your sister you aren't dead right now. And I might have to carry you in 2 minutes too.
  • DK: the only things in our fridge are 3 bottles of wine, about one shot's worth of vodka and 2 day old Chinese take out and idk which one I want right now
  • Seungkwan: Again, please shut the fuck up. I'll give you $30 this time. Please.

as someone who’s been a fan of twenty one pilots for almost four years, i am infuriated by how embarrassing the clique is. i try not to associate myself with the kind of people that are in the clique, but being such a big fan of twenty one pilots gives me a front row seat to the shit show that they are the nucleus of. and i know this is old news. i know i am not being radical by expressing my hatred for the clique. i am fully aware that most people are put off by the clique. but i have just become so incredibly fed up with them that i have to say something. 

the clique needs to fucking calm down. i cannot express how fucking annoying it is to pull up a new tweet from josh, tyler, or the band account and see “I LOVE YOU” and “DADDY” and “FUCK ME” and “KING.” it’s embarrassing. you all act like you’re fucking children unable to form coherent sentences. you are functioning human beings, most likely between the ages of 16 and 18 and you act like you’re fucking prepubescent tweens. this shit is so unnecessary. like, what is the thought process behind that? do you legitimately think tweeting shit like “FUCK ME DADDY” directly to either of them is worth it? at times, tyler and josh take to twitter to actually connect with their fans and you all love to pull shit like that. i wonder why neither of them tweet very often.

another thing that never ceases to piss me off is how the clique cannot handle conflicting opinions. everyone has to like twenty one pilots. no one is allowed to dislike them. anyone who does express their dislike for them will get sent death threats. that’s absolutely fucking vile. is someone’s negative opinion about a fucking band worth telling them to die over? especially since twenty one pilots’ fucking message is centered around positivity and staying alive and overcoming obstacles? you call yourself part of the clique yet you tell someone to kill themselves because they dare say something you don’t like about tyler and josh? get off of the fucking internet if you cannot deal with conflicting opinions. someone disliking your favorite band is not worth fighting over. it is superficial. grow up. move on. 

and the last, main thing that pisses me off about the clique is the fucking fake deep shit. stop making every fucking thing tyler or josh does into this long, drawn out story about how broken they are and how this symbolizes this and this thing shows how they overcame this. tyler himself has said that he’s sick of this. not everything has to have a story to go along with it. stop it. 

i hate the clique with every fiber in my being. they’re not just an annoying group of overly sensitive teenagers. they are opinionated, rude, and aggressive people who have ruined twenty one pilots’ reputation. i cannot tell you how often i hear or see people talking about how much twenty one pilots don’t deserve awards or this or that because of how annoying their fans are. 

this is what you have done for “your band.” all i can say is that i hope that you’re happy.

anonymous asked:

I'm really jealous of people like you. I don't know why, but people like you always seem to be the cute ones everyone wants, unlike me. I feel like I am a lot like you but I never get the same response for it, because people don't look at me like they look at you for example. I don't have money for commissions, and it seems people only care about others when they have cute or nsfw commissions. Friends offered, never delivered. What am I supposed to do? I can come out non-anonymous if you want.

Okay so this is a really important question, and to answer it I’m using an actual picture of myself because this is who I am. I’m a guy behind a keyboard playing around on the internet. I have a character, but I’m just a normal guy who definitely shaved right after this photo.

The truth is that some people WILL like you because you have commissions. They’ll see a cute character and become a fan, it happens all the time with shows, comics and even books. Tom Cruise probably has a million fans, but does he know all of them personally? When it comes to values, popularity is a fragile one which breaks under pressure.

Yes, it’s nice when people comment on my character, I love hearing that my idea is cute. But I would trade a thousand comments for the sake of any one of my friends and honestly the artist deserves the praise, not me. At the end of the day, my list of followers is just a list, what matters is when I can get to know them individually (seriously, send me asks, I talk a lot).

So, here’s my advice to you: Allow things to happen on their own. You can do and achieve anything you desire if you put care, energy and time into it, but do not ever change who you are just to become something bigger.

Your question is awesome, and I love your honesty. You should come out of Anonymous so I can give you a hug <3

anonymous asked:

(1/3) Hi Sam, I know this kind of falls under Sam Advises, so I completely understand if you don't respond, but I'm wondering how you maintained your relationship with your parents while they were supporting you in your 20's. After being self-sufficient for the past four years, I just quit a job that was so stressful it was giving me daily panic attacks and making me physically ill. It’s hard to land a job in my field right now, unfortunately, and I don’t have another job lined up.

(Hey Anon, I read the other parts of the ask but they didn’t seem like context a casual reader would need, so I left them out of the response.) 

Honestly? I had a terrible relationship with my parents in my 20s. Living at home sucked and we did not get on at all. A part of that may have been tension over my brother, who until he moved to another hemisphere was a constant source of tension between me and my mother, but realistically I was just fucking miserable and my parents were incapable of seeing me as an adult. It took a long time for us to reach the good place we’re in now. And a lot of the reason we’re in such a good place is that I modulate my behavior a great deal around them, including making allowances that I, from a position of independence, can now make. I love them, and they are also sometimes very difficult to love. So I pick my battles.  

It’s good that you’re setting up ways in which to be accountable, because that will help your parents see your predicament and understand that you’re doing the best you can. And it’s good that you are self-aware enough to know that your relationship to them will be a concern – I certainly wasn’t, when I was in your position. 

Conscious awareness of the relationship, and action taken to modulate it when appropriate, will probably go a long way towards a smooth existence. But it will probably also put a big strain on you, so be prepared for that, and work on ways to alleviate that strain. Cut yourself slack when it comes to your folks. Set goals you can look forward to, like a little treat when you apply to so-many jobs, or a time every night when you “go to bed” and sit in the dark in your room watching shows they hate or dicking around on the internet (for me, 9pm to 10:30pm every night was Writing Time). 

It’s a hard life, being an adult child, living at home without the means to be truly independent. It’s also something a LOT of other people are going through, so remind yourself that you’re not alone, and that this is the lot that fell to our generation. Hopefully you’ll find a good job and be able to move out – but if not, keep looking for coping mechanisms, and keep reminding yourself that while you may have to be the one to change, that doesn’t mean the tension in the relationship is your fault – just that you’re the bigger person, and the bigger person usually gets stranded on the higher moral ground. Good luck, and good job hunting!  

trueglover-blog  asked:

You always give great advice! I'd like to have a journal type blog, a political commentary blog, and a blog (or something) for my writing /collaboration projects. One site with multiple pages? How do I handle tumblr/twitter? Trying to organize. Halp!

Holy shit are you asking the wrong person. I still have no idea what to do about this blog since it exploded. WE ARE JUST SEMI-ANONYMOUS INTERNET PEOPLE, WHY ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT US. Er.

The great thing about tumblr is that it allows you to do all three. The bad thing about tumblr is that it’s a horrid time waster, the very design of it encouraging you to constantly check your dash scroll instead of making progress. Here are the things I’m trying to work on for my year long project for 2014 (title: Get Your Shit Together, Son).

Make schedules. Keep to schedules. I’ve been reading a bunch of airport self-help books lately to help me become more organized, and the important of schedules is a constant hammer to the brain. Keeping to a schedule is a matter of forming the habit, and forming the habit is a matter of small steps that get ingrained all the time. I tend to charge my tablet by my bed, and pick it up to scroll through all my websites before even getting out of bed. Bad! No good! I kill an incredible amount of time doing something that I will just do later in the day.

How to keep to the schedule? Form habits. How to form habits? Break your tasks into smaller objectives. Blocking things into hours for me doesn’t work for shit; instead, my goal is to find ways to fit those tasks around my required daily needs. Set a goal for your blogs: three posts a week, an answered question a day. Figure out when to do those goals - if you write better in the morning, do it in the morning. If you can’t answer a question in one day, draft it for tomorrow and finish it then.

Find your main goal and structure around it. As someone who has many interests, I feel you there, but your main task needs to be found and centered. If it’s writing, consider basing your main website (I recommend having it separate from tumblr so it’s more in your control, but that’s just me) around that; structure your blogs and twitter account so that they are connected, but separate, from what you want people to focus on. I know all of your goals are equally important to you, but finding a center and sticking to it is to help drive your focus.

Put off your distractions. One of the best pieces of advice I’ve found was a story about a woman struggling for time in managing her small business and answering e-mails from customers. After working with a therapist for awhile, she came to an idea; deal with her main work first, and answering the e-mails at the end of the day. Save your distractions to the end of your ‘work’ day. Long twitter conversations are distractions and can be saved for later. Tumblr asks that require a long answer are distractions and can be put off until you’ve accomplished your other goals. It’s not that a social media presence isn’t important, but your main goals should have priority.

Make a plan. Realize that plan will be totally screwed in a few months. Make a new plan. Find tumblrs you really like and study them for organization. Check out the twitters of writerly/creative people and see what they write and when. Check out website layouts. Realize, like I did, this will all probably get away from you and you’ll have to plan again. It’s okay. You can do this crazy, crazy thing.

-Agent Black

pacaprincessholly  asked:

Dude. I liked you at first cause the debates with Tinker. Then I grew a little wary when I read other posts and just went "well we can't always agree on the same thing". But that Cisphobia post you blogged...I was upset that after that amazing rant by the OP, you laughed at them. Yeah I'm Cis, the majority. But I'm a lesbian too. Tumblr thinks it's okay to treat people they never met the way the LGBT community gets treated. Guess you don't have to be a cookie cut image of PrplTnker to be scum.

Um … okay.

Here’s the thing: cisphobia as a damaging force in society does not exist. Period. It just doesn’t, it really isn’t up for debate here.

There never has been, and probably never will be, a “trans majority” that systematically oppresses, mistreats and even murders its cis countrymen. However, there is a cisgendered majority in place, that often passes laws making even something as basic as existence impossible or very difficult for its non-cis populace. Hence why ‘transphobia’ is a real-life oppressive force that ruins (and ends) non-binary peoples’ lives, and ‘cisphobia’ is a silly buzzword on a website that doesn’t really hurt anyone, and certainly doesn’t affect their quality of life outside of the internet. No one has ever been denied housing, or kicked out of their home, just for being cis.

I see where you’re coming from here, because I’m cis too. And I know, as a white cis (and in my case, straight) person, sometimes you feel this little prickle of unease when the latest ‘whities are the devil’ or ‘omg str8ys are the worst’ or ‘die cis scum’ post goes around. Because, in the back of you’re head, you’re going, “but I’M not like that! I’m nice! why are you judging me by those awful white/straight/cis people? Hate isn’t right!”

(By the way, you really need to learn to curb that little prickle of unease, trust me on this.)

But you know why those posts get so popular? Because they are a reaction to the real-world abuse and suffering that non-white, non-cis and non-straight people face. Tumblr, as shitty as it can be, is often the closest thing to a ‘safe space’ that many people have; it’s a place where tons of different minority groups can mingle and express their frustration at the broken system we live in. They might not be able to yell ‘fuck you!’ at the people bullying them for being trans/gay/etc. IRL, but online, they can express their frustration without hurting anyone, or putting their lives in danger.

So when you see shit like ‘cis people are the worst,’ when you respond with “You’re hurting my feelings!” what you’re really saying is “You’re not allowed to express any emotion at the inherent inequality in our society that makes me feel uncomfortable!

Do you see why that’s no good?

Anyway, although your point about ‘hate isn’t the answer’ isn’t a terrible one (I wouldn’t call it a ‘good point’ but I can see where your heart is in the right place), trying to defend the “we should have the A stand for Ally in LGBTQIA” post is a really, really bad idea. Allies face approximately 0 oppression, yet they often try to A) hog the spotlight/resources that should be going to LGBTQIA+ folks, and B) asexuals are silenced enough as it is by the rest of the LGBT alphabet, so it’s really really gross when non-LGBT ally folks start doing it too. Part of being an ally is supporting and encouraging the folks you’re claiming to champion, not talking over them and demanding special treatment.

anonymous asked:

since you're talking about Starlord's mama I'm guessing you've seen the movie so maybe you can help me with something. Was his mother fridged, or not? It doesn't feel like a fridging but she died to give him a tragic backstory so I don't know how I feel.

You know, I think this is something that people can have quite reasonable disagreements about, but I’m going to go with either “not fridged” or “better than average fridging”… which is a horrible distinction to make, but if we didn’t live in a world where women in refrigerators was an overused trope for male action heroes and comic book-related stories in particular, we wouldn’t need to scrutinize this.

But here’s why I’m okay with the story as it unfolded, and why I think you’re at least conflicted about labeling it a fridging.

I’m going to put a read more here since the movie just came out. I don’t think the mother’s death is worth spoiler tagging since it’s part of the opening premise, but I’m going to discuss ending details towards the end here, and also, maybe some people want to see the movie before hearing what some person on the internet thinks the significance of certain items are.

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anonymous asked:

Could u make a JB one fluff please? Since I'm just so hooked on his character in dream high 2. I prefer when he's mean to haesung though. Okay. Sidetracked. But, I don't really have specific plot. I just love your fluff. That's all. :)

    Hope ya like it :)

Happy Birthday ~JB~

You dreamt of his smile. His lovely, beautiful, bright smile. That one smile that had the power to make you smile, regardless of what mood you were in.

    Today was your birthday, but as always, you spent it by sleeping. A lot. You had assumed that nobody would draw much attention to the day, since throughout your life, nobody really ever did.

    But today would be different.

    “Jagiyah,” you heard JB whisper into your ear, shaking your shoulders gently. “Come on _______, wake up please.”

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