would you ever consider making a small reference sheet or a progress gif with how you color? + maybe brush settings? this isnt a request and you absolutely don't need to feel obligated to do it, i just really really love the way you color! i think it's really soothing and smooth and it makes me wanna be able to color like that. i just think people would like it, but having your art here is just as good. just dropping in the suggestion ;0
Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater.
Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.
Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them.
So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.
“Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.”
Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes.
He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam.
If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt.
“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors.
Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?”
Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”
“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks.
“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”
“Sure,” he concedes.
“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”
“Because…” Hobbs prompts.
“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.”
Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”
“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously.
“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.
“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically.
“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs.
“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly.
“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”
“Except music,” Hobbs chirps.
“Except music,” Adam parrots.
Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”
“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,” Hobbs replies.
“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen.
“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.
“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).
Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”
“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus.
“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker.
Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.
Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?
Ruin a concert? Enjoy running around barefoot after.
A few weeks ago, I treated myself to tickets to a classical music concert. The two girls sitting next to me took their shoes off once the concert started so that they could sit cross-legged on their seats and gab loudly like they were in their living rooms. Everyone around us asked them multiple times, politely, to be quiet so they could hear the concert, but they didn’t shut up for a single second.
So, right before it ended, I nudged their shoes forward so they would slide down a few rows further. They had to wait until everyone they’d ruined the concert for had left so they could run around the hall barefoot, looking for their shoes. Next time, maybe they’ll just stay at home with the radio on, where they clearly wanted to be.
So Keith's dad is pretty tall, right? And he has galra blood (presumably from his mom). Galra are huge, did you see how tall allura got?! Which means Keith's genes are tallxgiant. So I hc that in the next few years he'll hit a growth spurt kinda thing and shoot up almost a head taller than shiro. Keith sometimes rests his head on Lance's (because he can) because they always stand so close together
I want to marry this headcanon as soon as possible
i just remembered an art project i did back when i was 12 and like,,,, how did i not realise i wasn’t straight earlier oh my god
basically we had to design these bowl things and decorate them with an issue that was really important to us and most people did animal charities etc. but i did a whole gay rights themed bowl that was decorated with rainbow tissue paper and pictures of wlw couples and i just
i had a fact that was like ‘1 in every 4 ppl are lgbt’ and this kid was like ‘so there’s at least 7 of us in this class who are gay’ and i was like ‘oh shit yeah probably i wonder who they are’
when Jaal goes down on Ryder and you don’t know if he’s gonna be okay or not because this is a new species and Mordin has made you permanently paranoid about all the things that can go wrong with alien fuckin and you hope he doesn’t get an allergic reaction and die for trying to treat Ryder right
which nicknames have Dazai for Chuuya and reverse? Like for example Chuuya calls Dazai 'shitty Dazai', well I was searching for a list of all the nicknames they have for eachother? If it's possible obviously, thank you and I love your blog! soukoku hell👑
Hello dear friend! And thanks I am glad you like this blog!
Well I think they have a lot of “nicknames” for each other. First they have saved their contacts in their phones with Slug (Chuuya) and Mackerel (Dazai). Who knows why ewe
I somehow also have the feeling that Chuuya has more insults for Dazai than Dazai for Chuuya. He is very creative with his cursing like this:
I think the best chapter 31 of the manga has a lot of examples so if you’re searching for some then look here:
Also Dazai calls him “hatrack” sometimes I think (but maybe thats not canon and only used in fics I am not sure). So here have a little selfmade list of what I use for my fictions:
Chuuya for Dazai: - waste-of-bandages - (tacky) bastard - social misfit - mackerel - shithead/dickhead - bandage-wasting-device - piece of garbage/shit - faggot
Dazai for Chuuya: - midget - simpleton - petite mafia - hatrack - slug
That’s what I use usually for when I am writing. I hope that helps you a bit!
For everyone asking us, yes we did talk. And for everyone telling us, yes we know we should have talked weeks ago. Blokes just aren’t that great at talking about feelings, alright? But after everything that happened with Irene (yeah, she’s alive, by the way) I think everything boiled over and it forced us to tell each other how we feel.
So, here we are. No more sad violin. No more sulking. No more nights at the pub trying not to think about him. It’s the two of us. Against the rest of the world. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, consulting detectives and… boyfriends? @pilotscienceofdeduction come back to bed, we need to talk terminology.