even is its not exactly great

fanaticfandomfaun  asked:

I am a huge fan of your style! It's absolutely lovely! How long have you been drawing and how did you develop your own style?

 ive been drawing my whole life! (always an odd question for me bc like…. yall stopped drawing after kindergarten? what did you do all day??)

as for developing style, my biggest piece of advice is just! keep! drawing! its been a bit hard to follow my own advice lately because my depression keeps fucking up my motivation and for the first time in my life i just dont feel like drawing, at all, ever. but if youre having similar motivational issues or if youre just starting out and you just arent feeling satisfied with your art, dont give up! the less you draw the harder it will be! i have a personal policy (that i dont actually remember to follow) where even if i dont want to, even if i hate how it looks, i have to draw at least once a day every single day. i swear it will improve your work if you do this. its hard, i know, i havent been doing it, but follow my advice not my example! (honestly im the embodiment of that quote “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” by Lewis Carol)

the other piece of advise i have is honestly…… steal art. 

“gasp! but Kate,” you say, “stealing art is bad and wrong!!” you say, “i know because of all those ‘art theft is bad and wrong’ posts i reblog!”

look. thats not what im saying, im not telling any of you to try to pass anyone elses art as your own, or use other peoples art without their credit. dont to that its bad and wrong. what im saying is LOOK at other peoples art and copy what they do. copying other peoples art styles is how every artist has learned for centuries. i started out drawing myself as a powerpuff girl or as a pokemon character just like everyone else. hell, i used to straight up print out and trace drawings i found on deviant art, which is a perfectly viable way to learn styles (muscle memory) so long as you dont try to pass it off as your own work then honestly its not stealing.

for example recently i was trying to draw these cat characters i had come up with, and i could not for the life of me draw these cats they were just turning out so ugly,

so i was like “well fuck this, i just need to find a simpler style” and by some kind of MIRACLE, while i was looking up drawings of cats i stumbled across this one blog, daily cat drawings. and it was like, holy shit this is it this is the exact style i need to draw my cats in. so first thing i did was try to follow some of their drawings exactly, not tracing but the closest you can get by sight. 

this is one of dailycatdrawing’s drawings:

and this was my attempt to copy it:

after i felt like i kinda had it down i drew that athena. NOT based off of any one of dailycatdrawing’s pieces, but still using the basics of their style. after that i felt confident enough using this style to draw the rest of my cats and they turned out great! naturally i had to draw hermes again because i couldnt just use such a blatant copy of another artists work, and it turned out even better than before!

which proves my earlier advice about how every single time you draw youre improving! its also important to note that even if you try to copy an artists style exactly you will probably never have it perfectly, and thats a GOOD THING! because it means that you arent truly stealing someone elses work, youre just using it as an example of ONE WAY a drawing can be good. by paying attention to MANY artists styles you can use all of them together to make your own unique style! even trying to copy dailycatdrawing’s style to a T i still ended up using elements from other artists and my own experience to change the style just enough to make it personal. looking at hermes’ face you can tell ive unintentionally taken some inspiration from lackadaisy’s art style, another artist i really admire. 

this turned out way longer than i meant it to, sorry, i always get so caught up in explaining things when people ask for advice. hopefully this helped someone!

  • Draco: I want to bone Potter so hard.
  • Pansy: Uhh, do you even know what that means?
  • Draco: Of course, I do. Crush his bones, turn them into dust.
  • Pansy: I...that's no-
  • Blaise: Yes exactly, crush his bones. Look here he comes, you should tell him.
  • Potter: *enters the great hall*
  • Draco: *stands up* WANNA GET BONED, POTTER? CAUSE I'M READY.
  • Great Hall:
  • Harry:
  • Draco:
  • Pansy: *stage whispers* It means to have sex, Draco.
  • Draco:
  • Harry:
  • Draco: Well. *cough* Taking this into consideration, the offer still stands. *looks down at his crotch* Literally.
September 14, 2017

Is hiveswap out yet?

Yes. 

Hiveswap is out.

we are all scrambling to download the game. our eyes widen in excitement as the download bar gets further and further.

we cant believe our eyes when the title screen appears. on our very computer. in our very own home.

this is the moment weve been waiting for…waiting 257 days for, exactly. 

or….as some would say…5 years…

its been a long journey! not only on this blog but throughout the process of this games creation and its ultimate release! homestuck even ended..

you did a great job making it through! and now you get to play hiveswap! we all do! and if you worked on the game, you get to see it released!!

i hope you have an amazing adventure in alternia (and in joeys house). i hope you have a great time playing this game. and i hope when you finish it, you come out of it thinking “yeah. those 5 years including the 257 delayed days were worth it.”

~as for me, i will not be posting on this blog anymore. this is the end of this blog. the one that started it all. i wont be answering asks after this post goes up…

BUT…that doesnt mean you cant still ask me things! yes! the IHA2OY blog is up!! i will be taking a break until october 1st and then were goin back at it! but until then, you can ask me whatever you want!(except for spoilers).

thank you for sticking with this blog throughout these long long 257 days. i couldnt have and wouldnt have done it without you guys. thank you for all the asks, the jokes, the kind words, and the support! i will miss you! (for the time being…) i love you guys!!!

have fun!

wishing you happy exciting adventures in alternia!~

Hiveswap has been released.

Now that the special move(ish) event “The Battle For Mewni” finally aired, It’s arguably disappointing that we didn’t get to spend more time with Toffee, especially considering that the whole thing has been the climax to that incredible build-up that started back in the Season 1 finale. 

Since his introduction, the lizard turned out to be a very shady, but interesting character, a villain whose plan and motivations were shrouded in mystery. I was honestly looking forward to finally find out what he was truly seeking. However, as the fittingly-named “Toffee” episode premiered, it almost looked like the reptile was simply going after his finger and that everything turned out to be just an overcomplicated revenge plot that it’s honestly baffling it managed to work (for the most part -he’s dead, after all) in the first place.

And, yeah, the show didn’t really do a great job at educating us viewers on its universe, its magical themes, etc. Granted, Season 3 has just started and we’re overall halfway through the entire show (assuming that it doesn’t get even more Seasons after the fourth one), so we may get more answers in the future. But when the show’s villains endgame starts being confusing rather than mysterious, you know something wrong. Or… did it?

No need to re-introduce the character as well all know him already but, yeah, Toffee is not exactly your average boastful, bombastic villain (which is already impressive, given that it’s a Disney XD show we’re talking about here). Do not expect him to burst into an evil laughter (at best, he just giggles menacingly). He’s a very shady, serious character in an otherwise wacky animated series -which SVTFOE was to almost annoying levels at the time.

This “silent” character trait is possibly what made his endgame rather confusing to most of us. “He did all of this for his finger!” except, that, he didn’t, like at all. Losing his finger was a merely a problem that he turned into an opportunity, via some magical mumbo-jumbo, but we’ll get to that.

In “Mewnipendence Day”, perhaps (still) one of the biggest game-changing episodes of the entire series so far, Toffee is seen reading a history book about Mewni, its royals and the magic wand(s). He’s just casually reading it during the first half of the episode and the show makes sure that we see what he’s doing, going as far as giving to the book itself a relatively detailed cover and content (not “Gravity Falls” level to details, but it’s enough to tell what the book is actually about -which is important).

As I said earlier, Toffee is not a villain who gloats about his evil plan and on how fools the heroes have been because they didn’t see it coming. Therefore, neither the writers or the character itself educated us viewers on what the hell he’s doing. Not directly or all at once at least.

Fast-forward to “Toffee”, we find out that the reptile has been “bathing” into what seems to be the source of all magic, corrupting it in the process. While, pacing-wise, all of this came too fast and too abruptly, saying that Toffee’s goal was his finger is rather misleading. Albeit in a sloppy, rushed way, the cartoon clearly did show us what Toffee was doing this whole time, confirming our theories while also removing all of our doubts:

Given the context and the flashback a couple of episodes earlier, and a bunch of other dialogues scattered through almost two entire seasons, it is now clear that the lizard’s endgame was the destruction of all magic, the only thing that still kept Mewmans in power and, accordingly, oppressed the monsters. Neither the reptile or the show directly told us, but they gave us subtle (and not-so-subtle) hints about it since the first Season. All the clues were there: the history book, the tapestry, Buff Frog’s line about Toffee knowing about Star and not liking her magic, and a bunch of other things. The series showed us Toffee’s plot and his Season-long effects on the show’s universe and characters, rather than having some kind of long exposition scene with some pacing issues here and there, but in the end, the whole thing turned out to be clear and perfectly understandable.

The finger wasn’t really his main goal, but instead his ticket back into the real world after his plan turned out to be a success (which is: corrupting the Mewman’s magic), something that could trigger his full regeneration via some kind of spell-thing he possibly read about in all those years of plotting. A bunch of well-deserved bonus points for being a rather spiteful final “middle finger” (hah!) to Moon, the one who blasted his finger off in the first place, who also ended up being the one who gave it back to him.

So, what’s the point of this post?
No one, really; just a summary of what I think Toffee’s plot was all about, which was in fact much simpler than it sounded. The only difference from almost every other (mostly animated) series is that the villain, in this case, didn’t monologue over and over about it so the audience could fully understand it in a single scene, but rather remained shady and silent about it, like a real schemer, which Toffee has been since his introduction, would have done, all while the cartoon showed us little hints here and there, so that us fans could connect the dots only when it was too late, just like the characters involved.

Have I ever told you guys that I hacked Pokemon FireRed and it’s exactly the same as the original except I changed all of Green’s dialogue so he’s super hardcore flirting with the player character the entire game

I also changed the sprites so it’s original Red

9

The Romanov women who were celebrated as great beauties in their day:

Empress Elizaveta I Petrovna (1709-1762)

“She is a beauty the like of which I have never seen … an amazing complexion, glowing eyes, a perfect mouth, a throat and bosom of rare whiteness. She is tall in stature, and her temperament is very lively. One senses in her a great deal of intelligence and affability, but also a certain ambition.”


Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna (1779-1826)

“Her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander.” 


Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna (1798-1860)

“The Empress is a tall graceful figure … her little head beautifully set and her expression pleasing and features regular, her hands and arms beautifully shaped and an air of imperial dignity and grace I never saw before. Her dress was perfect - simple and of dazzling whiteness, with a necklace, fringe, drops, etc. that I can only compare to dark blue glass eggs for never did I see their like.”


Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna (1822-1892)

“The Grand Duchess Olga, the second of the emperor´s daughter, has no rival in beauty among the Princesses of Europe, an in this instance, flattery, in asserting her to be the loveliest girl in her father´s dominion, scarcely outstrips the truth.”

Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna (1830-1911)

[Alexandra] loved the Russian extravangance and magnificence, which was entirely in keeping with her extraordinary beauty, her marvelous hair in particular. A few considred that she resembled Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, whose style of dress Sanny copied. All of Europe spoke of her astonishing jewels, of her pearl necklace, in which each pearl was the size of a nut. … [She] always took a passionate interest in anything which related to the beauty of other women. With typical feminine jealousy she would ask: “Who is the more beautiful, the Empress of Austria or I?” The Empress´s beauty was much praised, and the Grand Duchess Konstantin worried: “Is my hair as fine as the Empress´s? Don´t you think we have the same figure?”


Grand Duchess Elizaveta Fyodorovna (1864-1918)

“I like Ella very, very much. She is so feminine; her beauty is something I will never tire of. Her eyes are extraordinarily beautifully defined and her look is so calm and gentle. Despite her gentle nature and her shyness, one sense in her a certain self-assurance, a recognition of her own strength … [Her husband] was talking to me about his wife and he was enraptured by her, full of her praises.”

Princess Irina Alexandrovna (1895-1970):

“One day when I was out riding I met a very beautiful girl accompanied by an elderly lady. Our eyes met and she made such an impression on me that I reined in my horse to gaze at her as she walked on … [Another time] I had plenty of time to admire the wondrous beauty of the girl who was eventually to become my wife and lifelong companion. She had beautiful features, clear-cut as a cameo, and looked very like her father." 


Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna (1897-1918)

“She’s a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist.  The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face.”


Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna (1899-1918)

“Maria Nikolaevna can easily be called a Russian beauty. Tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face, she is especially lovely to a Russian heart. You look at her and involuntarily imagine her dressed in the Russian boyar’s sarafan; snowy muslin sleeves around her hands; on the highly decorated bodice semi-precious stone; and above her white brow, a kokoshnik with the traditional pearls. Her eyes illuminate her entire face by a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks.”

descent into rarepair hell
  • me: wow, I sure do love [story]! so many awesome characters and themes, the writing's great, and there's even some really cool fanfic -
  • brain: ship the thing.
  • me: um?
  • brain: you see these two idiots?
  • me: yes?
  • brain: that's the thing. we ship it now.
  • me: but -
  • brain: ship it.
  • me: but there is exactly ONE FIC for this pairing EVER -
  • brain: ship it.
  • me: - it's got zero chance of becoming canon -
  • brain: ship it.
  • me: - they hardly even interact, I don't know why you'd consider investing in -
  • brain: SHIP. IT.
  • me: ...
  • me: I hate you, myself, and everything we stand for.
  • brain: shhh. headcanons.
Kiss Already - Archie Andrews

Request: From the prompt list can I request 10. and 48 with Archie Andrews? 💕💕 


AAA this is my first Archie Andrews >.< I thought I’d give it a go! :) I went for less dramatic/descriptive and I really like it so yaaay 

Words: 2,113 

10: “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

48: “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”


“Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him,” Veronica and Betty chanted in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes. You were currently sitting in the student lounge, your two best friends at your side, trying to pass the time. The conversation had started casually, talking about online shopping and food. Somehow though, after just a few minutes, the conversation had drifted towards your unavoidable crush on Archie Andrews.

You and Archie had been best friends since you pushed him over in the sandpit when you were 4. You couldn’t exactly remember why you did it, or why he wanted to be your friend afterwards but you were glad that everything had turned out the way it had. The two of you were inseparable, constantly going to one another for support, advice or general banter.

You weren’t entirely sure when your feelings had truly developed into something more than platonic interest, but it was killing you inside currently to spend casual time with him, when you really just wanted to cuddle with him in your arms, to be his girl. You’d even put yourself through supporting Betty when she tried to confess her own feelings, but Archie had turned her down and it had temporarily destroyed her. You didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you treasured more than Pop’s burgers. 

Betty had found out though. You thought she would be mad at you, think you were going behind her back, but she had just squealed and instantly named herself ‘your personal Cupid’, along with Veronica, much to your dismay. Now everywhere you looked was just a reminder that you weren’t with the boy you loved. 

Veronica and Betty had noticed you staring at him in the student lounge, whilst he talked to Jughead. They were now poking you and teasingly chanting words of encouragement in your ear, pretending they were creations of your mind, your conscience telling you to make a move. They even started singing “Kiss The Girl” from The Little Mermaid, but replacing the word ‘girl’ with ‘ginger’.

“Can you not?!” You groaned loudly , burying your face in your hands. When you looked back up, Jughead and Archie were staring at you and your face instantly flushed bright red with embarrassment. 


As a way to ‘apologise’ Betty had offered for you to come round to her house for a sleepover and binge junk food with her whilst watching chick flicks. You needed to take your mind off of Archie before you went mad.

You were currently sitting in her lounge, waiting for her to return with a selection of DVD’s for the evening, for such a simple task she was taking an awfully long time. Suddenly she rushed into the room, her eyes lit with that mischief that always sent you into a state of nervous paranoia. That look meant she was planning something devious. 

She walked up to you slowly, her hand on her heart in mock sadness, as she gave an exaggerated sniffle. You groaned as you got off of the sofa and turned yourself to face her.

“What happened?” You rolled your eyes at her and she let out another obvious pretend sigh.

“Polly needs me,” Betty picked up her handbag from the coffee table, “So you can’t stay, I’m so so so sorry!”

At this moment, Veronica Lodge casually strolled through the door.

“Ready to go Bets?” She smirked, waving her car keys around before waving at you. You cocked your eyebrow, staring back and forth between your two best friends.

“Sure Ronnie, be there in a sec,” Betty smiled at her girlfriend before turning back around to you. “It’s a sister emergency so I have to go RIGHT NOW, but don’t worry! I found a last minute replacement so it’s all good,” She grinned. Suddenly you heard another pair of footsteps enter the house.

“The door was open,” Archie’s voice came round the corner of Betty’s hallway as he walked into the room, where you were trying not to cringe and the others were trying not to squeal.

“Byeeeee (Y/N)!” Betty chirped in a sing-song voice before grabbing Veronica’s arm and racing out the house. 


The door slammed shut and you and Archie stayed there for a minute in awkward silence before he decided to speak up.

“Betty told me you needed cheering up for some reason, but she was busy. She thought that considering I live next door and we’re best friends, I could take her place,” He explained, and you just nodded in response. You walked next door to Archie’s house and settled down in his room. You sat on the end of his bed and he sat on a chair in the other corner. You weren’t used to being so awkward around him, but you just couldn’t find the words to say. You were smitten and it made you tongue-tied. 

“Hey, you know I said that we’re best friends?” Archie got off of the chair and sat down on the bed, scooting close to you and taking your hand. You nodded, tensing up at the physical contact.

“We’re still like that right? Recently you’ve been so distant and I just thought, maybe you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Especially with the whole recent events with Miss Grundy and my music… I’ve just been so scared of how people see me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He let it all out and you felt your face blush crimson. Somewhere in your brain was telling you that he had just friend zoned you, but you were also analysing his words for secret messages. Maybe he cared so much about what you thought because he liked you back? Maybe he missed you? Maybe and most likely you were making a mountain out of a mole hill…

You noticed he was waiting for your response and you cleared your throat before smiling up at your best friend. “Of course we are Archie, I totally support you and your music, you’ve just been under stress recently and I understand that. Love you okay” You were kicking yourself for this new found confidence. ‘Love you okay?’ What was that?! You rested your head on his shoulder, trying not to cringe as he tensed up. You let out a breath though, as he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. 

Originally, you planned to stay the night. You didn’t have any PJ’s though, so Archie decided to be a gentleman and offered you some of his own clothes. You wore a pair of shorts and a plain grey sweater that was large and baggy on you, causing Archie to chuckle. He stepped back and looked at you in awe. You caught him staring and suddenly felt self-conscious.

“W-what?” You stammered, trying to angle your body so you were facing away from him, he just shook his head and smiled.

“You just… uh, you look really cute in my clothes,” He stared down at the ground smiling and your eyes widened, heart fluttering inside.

Eventually, your plan had a last minute change. Fred Andrews came home from work early for the day, and told you with a guilty face that you couldn’t stay round tonight, as he had to have a long talk with Archie. You respected them enough not to ask what it was about, although you were a bit curious. Archie had given you an apologetic hug and had promised to make proper plans with you in the near future.

In a rush to give them their space, you left quickly, gathering your stuff together and heading home before you Skyped your Cupid’s.

They were pleased to hear you’d made progress, but disappointed in that there was no kiss or exchange of romantic words… yet.


“(Y/N) (L/N) you have 10 seconds to get up before I kick you out the door,” Your mum scolded loudly. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, squinting at the morning sunlight that streamed through your blinds. 

“What Mum?” You groaned, throwing a pillow at her. She threw it right back at you.

“Fifteen minutes until school starts and you’re not even out of bed! Hurry up!” She opened your blinds fully, so that the sunlight shone directly at you, waking you up properly. The words your mum said slowly registered in your mind before you began to panic and fell out of bed. Your mum rolled her eyes, leaving you to get ready.

You still needed to do your hair, teeth, makeup and grab something to eat on the way to school for breakfast. You didn’t have the effort in you to care about what you were wearing, so you slid on a pair of jeans and khaki converse. You sniffed your armpit, realising that whatever you had on your top half smelt pretty good so probably didn’t need to be changed. It smelt like safety and comfort… if that was possible… something so familiar. Oh well.

You rushed out the door, yelling a ‘thanks’ and ‘goodbye’ to your mum as she chuckled at you. 


You’d made it to school with 2 minutes to spare. You leaned against your locker, trying to catch your breath as you wheezed. You hadn’t ran or even exercised properly in a long time and the rush was finally taking its toll on you. Despite the fact that your best friend and long term crush was a great athlete, with the body to show it, you just weren’t exactly in shape.

Turns out the rush was pretty much a waste anyway, as you had a free period first and the whole hallway was disrupted by the sound of you kicking your locker door in frustration, before facepalming and running off to the student lounge. 

“Operation Smoochie is a go,” Veronica looked dead serious as she explained yet another plan on how to get Archie to kiss you. You just stared at her bewildered.

“Smoochie?” Jughead raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Well it can either be taken as an extended word for smooch, or combining both the word ‘smooch’ and ‘Archie’,” She tapped her temple, everyone else gave her doubtful looks. Betty supportively rubbed Veronica’s back but shook her head at her, as if to make it clear that nobody thought ‘Operation Smoochie’ was appropriate. The plan itself didn’t even seem like it could work.

“Well do you guys have any suggestions? A plan? A name? I’m all ears. This has been driving me up the wall ever since I got to this damn town (Y/N), YOU need to sort this out,” Veronica flopped back into the sofa, defeated.

“Sort what out?” Archie came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and causing you to jump and squeal. He laughed as he took a seat on the armrest next to you. 

“Her… girls night sleepover plan… it’s been in the making for a long time and she’s yet to get properly organised,” Betty saved you, and you sighed in relief, smiling at her thankfully as she winked at you. You all turned back to Archie, who as staring at you intensely, irresponsive. You blushed under his gaze and waved your hand in front of his face, as if to snap him out of his trance.

“Andrews, is there a special reason as to why you’re staring at me,” You laughed it off, as all your friends sat back and observed the exchange.

Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Archie retorted, gesturing towards the grey sweater. You felt your jaw drop as you realised this was the sweater Archie had given you to wear last night. That’s why it had smelt so familiar and sweet. Both of you were blushing and Betty and Veronica were grasping at each other’s arms, trying to contain themselves from running around excitedly like 3 year olds.

“I didn’t even realise,” You timidly smiled up at Archie and he smiled back at you… almost lovingly? He shook his head and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. 

“I have to go to last minute football practice, come watch?” He extended his hand hopefully to you and you took it, standing up from the sofa and linking your arm through his. You left the student lounge, talking amongst yourselves and laughing in your own little world.

Veronica sighed dreamily. “Why don’t they just kiss each other already?” She whined and the rest of your group nodded in agreement. It was inevitable, you two would have to kiss at some point, especially if Veronica had anything to say about it.


This was cuuute

I have often thought that the sum of who you are as a person and the state your life is in at any given moment is a lot like a long mathematical formula. The numbers in it are the key people and events that have shaped you as a person and the symbols represent how they affected you. Sometimes they will add to you and sometimes they will take away from you… Sometimes they divide you and other times they will multiply your happiness greatly… And so, the answer at the end of all that is the person you are and the value your life holds to you as of that moment… And just like in mathematics, that end result is the sum of all that came before it; all those people and events and the various ways they affected your life up until that point. If you were to look back and imagine changing any one of them – or even removing them from the equation altogether – you can see exactly how the remaining factors would have affected you and know just how different you would have been in the end…
When I look at my life and its events laid out in order, I not only see the overwhelmingly positive affect that meeting you had on me as a person – I also notice something else… something quite profound.
There was a point not long after you came into my life where I had a lot taken from me. It was a great loss and it reduced me to one of the lowest points in my life… And when I look back on it and I remove you from the equation; if I look at the value my life would have held at that point… I see that without you – it would have been nothing…
And I guess what I’m trying to say in a very roundabout way is….
I think you saved my life.
I Heard Some Crazy Thoughts on Earth

By Splungonius Moonk 

Many Galactic Citizens are curious about the inhabitants of the Federation’s newest acquisition, Earth. The planet’s dominant species are an odd bunch with a history marred by violent conflict over trivial matters such as “who has the best god,” and “who owns the black ground sludge that powers everything.” 

For the good of all Galactic citizens, and my own curiosity, I immersed myself amongst the humans, all while using my Glaarg-given telepathic abilities to eavesdrop on their thoughts. The results of my research were intriguing, but I was left with more questions than answers.

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anonymous asked:

u mamamoo fans are always fucking protecting them even with all the stupid shit they do. even as white girl i can see that they appropriated the bindi. u fucking whore.

i wasnt going to answer this because, as a general rule, i dont post rude anons on my blog but this really bothered me. so im going to break this down for you.

1. What Mamamoo wore was NOT a bindhi - it was an Urna. We know this because of the lyrics in Aze Gag. Now an Urna, according to Google (and my mom), is a spiral or circular dot placed on the forehead of Buddhists and is very often seen on east and south asian art work. It is not constricted to one specific culture, but the religion as a whole. So many east asian women and men who practise are seen wearing urnas:

ex 1 (this is specific to Korea, I believe):

ex 2:


Fun fact, everyone in my family are practising Buddhists. we love it when people look and recognize our culture and religion. I showed the mv to my parents because i wanted their input. my mom laughed and my dad said they looked cute.

Another fun fact, Solar is also Buddhist. If she wanted to wear the urna and let her friends wear an urna. that’s that. nothing to say. nothing to do. If you are insulted because they wore urnas and are buddhist, you have every right to be and can unstan them. its ur right.

2.  Again, what they wore was NOT a bindhi. ANOTHER FUN FACT: i am from India - born and raised who now lives in Canada! I’m not exactly sure about other South asian countries because ive never been there but in India,  the traditional meaning of the bindi is extinct (i dont even know what it means), it’s more a fashion accessory than a religious thing.

Also, most Indians LOVVVEEEE it when foreigners come and try on our kurtis/kurtas and wear bindis and come with us to temples. WE TAKE GREAT PRIDE. i effing love it when i see other people take part and understand it.

this lovely lady does a much better job at explaining this: https://twitter.com/stravaganxo/status/877490121443913729

Again, Mamamoo were not wearing bindis and even if they were it would not be a problem to Indians living in India. However, if you are South Asian and you felt uncomfortable with the fact, you have every right to be and can unstan them. 

3. GURL YOU ARE WHITE YOU HAVE ZEROOO BUSINESS IN THIS MATTER. TAKE YOUR WHITE ASS HOME. YOUR OPINION IS UNWARRANTED, UNNECERARY AND ANNOYING.

4. Was is really necessary to curse? you could have easily written your opinion in a dignified manner - even if youre angry or upset, name-calling is not the way go.

5. Like I’ve mentioned before, as an indian buddhist i was not offended by what Mamamoo did at all. But if YOU were, that is completely youre right (BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE BUDDHIST OR SOUTH ASIAN). You can unstan them but please just stop leaving hate everywhere, telling them to die, etc. it’s just horrible. If you are from a different culture, religion, etc you can ALSO unstan them - its completely your choice! just stop butting in with ur opinions when you dont know the true culture or know all the facts.

thank you. sorry for any mistakes, i wrote this when i was very upset. 

So I finally got around to watching the Lego Batman Movie, and I am so very upset no one told me it was a romantic comedy featuring Batman and the Joker, because I would’ve watched it ages ago if I’d realized this.

Like, this wasn’t even subtext. This was straight up TEXT. I’m convinced some exec insisted on shoehorning Bruce’s (surprisingly short-lived?) crush on Babs into the script because otherwise it would’ve been entirely too obvious what they were doing. You can only maintain plausible deniability for so long when your two main characters spend the entire movie obsessing over one another and save the day by HOLDING HANDS

I mean. Come on. COME ON.

Anyway, Robin Gets Three (Four?) Dads is a fabulous movie and I enjoyed it immensely.

anonymous asked:

So I've noticed you love Hell Bent. I've been looking back at 12's era and rethinking about how I feel about Clara, but I still have a small hatred for Hell Bent. I'd love to understand why you care for it so much and if you could give me a new view on the episode that nearly made me want to give up on the show.

Well, it’s rather a lot.

The thing about Hell Bent, it’s telling a very specific story. Everything about it is built around it. It’s a character-based story about the Doctor and Clara, and the fallout their personality meshing creates. If you’re looking for something else, it’s gonna be a huge letdown. But from the pre-credits, it makes its mission statement clear. It’s a big, melodramatic, poetic song about the Doctor and Clara parting ways, using that lens to approach a massive spectrum of concerns in Doctor Who as a show, engaging with its mythology and privilege and more. And I love it for that.

Everything about it is built around that. Everything. The hybrid prophecy, for example, that the whole arc was built around teasing. “All Matrix prophecies concur that this creature will one day stand in the ruins of Gallifrey. It will unravel the Web of Time and destroy a billion billion hearts to heal its own.” That’s exactly what happens. The confrontation with Ashildr takes place in the ruins of the cloisters on Gallifrey. The Doctor destroyed a billion, billion of his own hearts in the confession dial. And the web of time is torn by Clara’s survival, the Doctor utilizing the extraction chamber. Rachel Talalay has even suggested a later minor detail of Clara’s chronolock tattoo being missing was deliberate, which suggests the web of time was, indeed, torn, with Clara’s fixed death being torn apart. It’s all handled with great subtlety, but on every level, the episode holds together.

And this ties into every big conflict in the episode. It’s a story about care driving people to darkness (following off on a previous finale about the same thing, with Dark Water showcasing why Missy chose Clara, as well). Rassilon, for example. The General reminds the Doctor that “He was a good man once,” but the pursuit of Time Lord survival at all costs pushed him to becoming a raving despot. Missy, too, fits this. She’s always seeking to bring out the worst in the Doctor in the hopes of restoring their relationship, with her even using Clara as a pawn to make that point, because Clara is so like the Doctor and their codependency is so prone to creating drastic consequences. And, of course, we get the Doctor at his darkest, taking down the High Council, in a truly awe-inspiring sequence. On every level, it’s a story about how clinging to something in the hopes of it surviving, even when the end has already come, is a fundamentally damaging thing. And so the Doctor, in the end, has to accept that he must part ways. On his own terms, but part all the same, because it’s time for an ending.

This all fits, what’s more, into a beautiful, feminist concluding statement. Clara was, of course, just like the Doctor. And it would be a cruel, cruel statement to make to fans that young girls shouldn’t aspire to be like the Doctor or they’ll end up dead in the street. Instead, she gets to assert her agency all the way, and as a result become a Doctor of her very own. Donna’s ending, most notably, gets totally subverted, with Clara demanding to be heard. And Clara flies off in the TARDIS as her own Doctor, while the Doctor himself can move on and heal and deal with the fact that an ending has come. You can’t really ignore the gendered implications of it, either. A woman as the Doctor was still a controversial thing that Moffat was paving the way for. Clara, for her part, was a massive piece of that. Hell Bent even cracks the “Clara Who” joke at long last. She’s an exploration of whether an ordinary girl can be every bit as wonderful and flawed as the Doctor (as introduced into the narrative by Missy, herself a huge piece of the puzzle in terms of making a woman Doctor possible), and in the end, we’re told, of course she can. It is, for my money, one of the most triumphant moments in the show, full of pure positive, aspirational joy of the sort that I love Doctor Who for.

And there’s sort of an interesting overlap between that and the Doctor’s angst as a commentary on dynamics of the privileged lead. Because it’s not just a corrupt and damaging thing, but also a fairly patriarchal construct to reject. Like, Me calls him out on thinking he knows best for her fate, for one thing. And we get the nice little moment with the General going from white man to black woman. But better yet is the cut line from Ohila, which explicitly links that thematic thread. As Steven Moffat said in Doctor Who magazine, “There’s a moment in Hell Bent I deeply regret cutting. The Doctor reveals that he’s reassigned the High Council to the sewers, and Ohila remarks that only an aristocrat regards honest work as punishment. That’s the Doctor all over: he knows that the aristocracy must be deposed, but even in bringing it about he reveals that he will always be one of them. If he’s any kind of role model, it’s because he tries to be good, not because he already is. You certainly don’t have to be a white male to play all that - though you can see why it’s a decent fit.” This episode is a big point on that. It’s pretty much saying, it’s time. It’s time for the Doctor to put aside this privilege. It’s time for the show to embrace that a woman can totally fly off in the TARDIS. Doctor Who has to accept endings sometimes, and look forward to a bright future.

For me, it is a script full of emotion and poetry and unambiguous positivity no matter how dark things get. And it’s such a great step toward the future. It was never a given that Chibnall’s era would feature Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor, but after Hell Bent, that beautiful, unambiguous statement about the future direction of Doctor Who, it’d look pretty damn awkward if he got another white man.

Legit Worldbuilding Tip #1

Since there’s such interest in worldbuilding, I’ve decided to start a separate writing tip series regarding details that may help you build better worlds, whether in fantasy, sci-fi, or any other type of fiction. 

Have you ever heard the term “lingua franca”?

A lingua franca is a special type of language. It can be an existing language or it can exist completely on its own. But what is it exactly?

A lingua franca is also sometimes referred to as a “bridge language.” It is often used in areas where many different native languages are spoken, helping these individuals communicate with one another by having a common language (even if it is a secondary language to them).

For example, most people in America speak Engish natively. But there are other countries where English, though commonly spoken by a majority of people, is not those peoples’ primary language. A good example of this is India, where many languages and dialects are spoken but a great many people also speak English, making it easier to communicate with others even if their first language is not the same. 

So how does this help your worldbuilding? Well, that should be obvious. Having a lingua franca in your story world can do a great deal to help you build a variety of different cultures and add some realism to your world. Note that a lingua franca would be especially useful for creating a world with a lot of merchants, a lot of trade, or a world where there a lot of different “tribes” that are separate from one another but still need to communicate.

Now that I’ve mentioned that, I want to bring up something else. A lingua franca does not have to be a spoken language. 

In fact, one of the best known lingua francas to ever exist was a signed language - specifically, Plains Sign Talk. Natives of the Americas used this language to communicate with one another as mentioned above. 

One of the best things about a signed lingua franca is it’s inclusiveness of deaf individuals. 

In fact, having a signed language as a lingua franca in your fantasy world or sci-fi (or etc.) could be a great way to explain WHY everybody knows signed language! 

If there was a universal sign language in your world that everybody understood, and it developed to help people who natively speak different languages communicate (as well as deaf individuals, of course)… well, think of the possibilities.

Anyway, this was a short tip but one I think could prove very useful, both from a worldbuilding pov and from an inclusiveness pov! 

Let me know what other aspects of worldbuilding you’d be interested in me discussing for future posts!

Defending You

Requested: What about a protective Shawn one where you have some trouble with your family in the sense that they poke fun at you for certain things and it really upsets you and you tell him and then at a family dinner it happens again and he stands up for you because you never say anything :) (btw I love your writing)

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Your name: submit What is this?

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It has been two years since you and Shawn started dating, so he knows nearly everything about you now. He knows that your relationship with your family is interesting to say the least. You love them because they’re your family, but at the same time, they’ve often been really critical of you, and you were never sure exactly why. You’ve always felt like nothing you could do was good enough for them. And you feel like your parents always compare you to your brother who is a doctor and your sister who is a lawyer. You’re in your second year of University studying English, which your parents don’t consider a real study. They’re always sending little jabs your way regarding your job and pretty much all of your life choices.

It makes you sad every time you have to go to family dinners or anything else with them because it is honestly so difficult listening to them talk and feeling so judged by the people who are supposed to love you no matter what. Tonight is yet another of those nights that you have a dinner. They don’t happen too often. Maybe only once every few months and that is about as often as you see your family. 

“Are you sure you want to go?” Shawn asks you while pulling off his t-shirt to change into the dress shirt you laid out for him. He’s hesitant because he knows you always feel sad and hurt after seeing your family, and he hates to see you like that.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 53: Furniture Shopping

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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“Jensen, are you sure you don’t care?” You asked him as you glanced between your two favorite sets of patio furniture. They were both great, and exactly what you wanted, and you couldn’t decide which one to get.

“Get both.” He answered, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously Y/N, I just want you to be happy with it. I love them both.”

Sighing, you pointed at the rich chocolate set, with its gazebo, couches, and table with a built-in fire pit. It was fancy and outrageous, and you couldn’t wait to spend your evenings out in it. “Can we get a set exactly like this for the house in Texas?” You asked Jensen, who chuckled.

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Hogwarts Student Applying for a Job after the Final Battle
  • #its-sweet-jade tumblr
  • Interviewer: Says here on your resume for Education "Hogwarts while Harry Potter was there"
  • Student: Yep, studied alongside the Saviour himself, practically best friends
  • Interviewer: Okay...and under Special Skills you have "I fought in the Battle of Hogwarts"
  • Student: Not only that but I survived
  • Interviewer: That's great and all but even under your qualifications you have "I fought in the Battle of Hogwarts"
  • Student: Exactly
  • Interviewer: And under references you said "Confidential"
  • Student: Yeah, top secret group inside the school, started by H.P. himself, all about protecting the school from the inside using a top secret room...we were known as the D.A....top secret stuff
  • Interviewer: And under that you wrote "See Battle of Hogwarts"
  • Student: You're Welcome ;)