exact-o

dacă aş ştii că e ultima dată când te văd, probabil te-aş lua în braţe şi as plânge zicând ca nu vreau sa pleci, că te vreau pentru totdeauna şi inca o zi, exact cum ne-am zis. ţi-aş spune tot ce simt şi tot ce ştiu. ţi-aş spune că te iubesc mult prea mult şi ca nu îmi permit să te pierd. ţi-aş spune că nimic nu va mai avea sens după plecarea ta. ţi-aş spune că ai fost si esti cea mai dragă ființă pentru mine şi că fără tine, nu mai ajungeam până aici. ţi-aş spune că nu aş mai avea de ce sa zâmbesc. ţi-aş spune că lipsa ta m-ar durea enorm. ţi-aş spune că.. mereu, în sufletul meu vei rămâne copilul ăla mic şi alintat care avea nevoie de afecțiune şi care ştia să iubească aşa frumos încât m-a lăsat fără cuvinte. şi.. bineînțeles.. ţi-aş spune că te iubesc enorm. şi că sper că într-o altă viață ne vom revedea şi mă voi mai putea bucura măcar de un moment alături de tine.
Trăim într-o lume în care este rușinos să nu fii „plin de bani”. O lume în care intri într-un local, iar chelnerul te privește cu dezgust dacă vestimentația ta denotă sărăcie. Ori paznicul sau angajatul unui magazin te tratează cu un aer superior dacă n-ai blugi de firmă, telefon de fițe, iar din buzunar nu-ți atârnă cheile de la vreo mașină de lux. Nu contează că, poate, ai un copil care nu te lasă nici măcar să te îmbraci cum vrei sau că nu ai avut timp să îți alegi hainele sau că, pur și simplu, nu ai avut chef să te îmbraci „la cămașă” și ai vrut să te simți comod.
Trăim într-o lume în care cei puternici îi asupresc pe cei slabi, cei cu experiență, pe debutanți, cei care ar trebui să fie maeștrii, pe ucenici. O lume în care ești învățat că trebuie să crezi, fără rezerve, tot ce ți se spune, în care răcnetele și țipetele reprezintă normalitatea, în care singurele argumente care ți se oferă sunt: „Eu sunt mare, tu ești mic!”. O lume în care suntem învățați că ești doar unul din cei mulți și că oricând poți fi înlocuit, că nu există originalitate, că nu există echipe, că trebuie să-ți „sapi” colegii, că cel lingușitor ajunge departe. O lumea ce-ți distruge personalitatea, caracterul, probitatea. Nu contează că ești la început de drum, că de-abia te-ai avântat în viață sau că spiritul tău este pur. Nu contează că dedici timp, nervi și viață pentru prosperitatea altora; aripile îți sunt retezate fără niciun fel de regrete.
Trăim într-o lume în care conținutul nu contează, o lume superficială care apreciază lucrurile superficiale. O lume în care silicoanele, botox-ul, colagenul sau acidul hialuronic nu reprezintă doar termeni chimici sau medicali, ci „tratamente de înfrumusețare”. O lume în care o persoană ce urmează astfel de „tratamente” și vorbește vulgar primește milioane de atenții. Nu contează cine e, ce pregătire are, ce face, dacă este talentată sau nu, important e că-și etalează „dotările”. Iar cei care într-adevăr au aptitudini și care pot schimba ceva, sunt trecuți cu vederea și pierduți în anonimitate.
Trăim într-o lume în care familia e doar un termen de scadență. În care căsătoria și copiii nu pot exista mai devreme de 30 de ani sau mai târziu de 35. În care totul trebuie bine prefigurat și plănuit, iar spontaneitatea, acțiunile pornite de la impulsuri sentimentale reprezintă lucruri anormale. În care, dacă nu respecți termenul, ești privit ciudat și comentat, ești catalogat „fără minte”, imatur sau curvar.
Trăim într-o lume în care jurămintele, promisiunile și încrederea nu mai există. În care ele se transformă doar în niște vorbe aruncate-n vânt. În care îți înșeli partenerul, îți minți prietenii și îi trădezi pe cei al căror sprijin ești. O lume care te transformă într-un individualist și un solitar. Care te învață că nu te poți baza pe alții, că rolul cuvintelor este acela de răni.
Trăim într-o lume a măștilor pe care uităm să le dăm jos și în care ne lăsăm consumați de ele. O lume în care nimeni nu vrea să pară ceea ce este. În care uităm de noi înșine și devenim altcineva, în care ne uităm în oglindă și vedem un străin.
Trăim într-o lume exact ca cea descrisă de un mare actor într-un mare film,
Într-o lume în care conștiința este moartă,
În care caracterele ieftine sunt acoperite cu parfumuri scumpe,
În care omul valorează câți bani are în cont,
În care ești luat de prost dacă respecți,
În care ești tratat cum se cuvine doar dacă faci scandal,
În care afecțiunea este privită drept slăbiciune.
Din păcate, suntem muritori într-o lume muribundă care ne omoară din interior.“ -
—  Florin Ristei  - Freestay.

princess-of-lucis  asked:

Can I request headcanons on how the chocobros would react if their s/o revealed they were actually royalty from a far off kingdom? Would they view them differently, or see them as the same person?

Noctis would find a lot of solace from his s/o after discovering their secret. It’s no wonder why they were so understanding of Noctis’s situation. They both share the same view; both finding their predicaments unfair, considering they were born into their fates, having no opportunity to choose their own destiny.  Noctis would view them as the same person. If not, he hold an even greater respect for them. He understands why they wanted to hide their rank and title away… they wanted to be treated like any other. Noctis proceeds to doing so. Nothing has truly changed, after all. 

Prompto is truly surprised and shocked. He doesn’t really know if he should act differently around his s/o. The distance between them grows immensely… but only for a while.  He needs time to process things. After a few days… maybe after a few weeks, Prompto will approach his s/o as if nothing happened. As we know, Prompto doesn’t truly treat Noctis as a Prince. He soon applies the same thought process toward his s/o. He knows that, like Noctis, his s/o doesn’t want their title to affect their relationships. Prompto proceeds on with the relationship as if nothing has changed. 

Gladiolus will seemed to be unfazed by the news. His first response will be, “You’ve always been my Princess/Prince.” Aw. That’s sweet of him. He has been surrounded by royalty his entire life. He has been sworn to protect the royal family of Lucis. When he finds out his own s/o is of Royal Blood he will become much more protective of them. His s/o assure hims there is no need for extra precautions. Gladiolus agrees, but he can’t help himself. He can’t drop the urge to be not only Noctis’s shield, but his s/o’s shield. 

Ignis’s demeanor will change completely around his s/o. Ignis was been trained from his birth to act properly around royalty. Though his gentlemanly mannerisms carry on to fellow commoners, he still acts even more strictly around royalty. He distances himself from his s/o. He no longer shares physical acts of affection. The only affection he allows himself to show is the small stares of adoration he shoots from several feet away. It tears his s/o apart. This was the exact reason his s/o avoided tell him of their title in the first place. 

If Skam US doesn’t have:
  • Jonas’s eyebrows
  • Mahdi’s love for waffles
  • Isak’s grumpy faces when Even’s not around
  • Even’s denim jackets
  • Sana’s wide variety of lipsticks
  • Magnus’ reactions when he sees Even
  • Even’s brow-raising
  • Yousef’s smile
  • Mutta’s beautiful soul
  • Eva aka the goddess 
  • Vilde’s smile when she puts her tongue between her tooth how cute is that
  • Girl Chris in general
  • Chris and her ice cream spoon game
  • Jonas’ anti-capitalism speech
  • Isak “i can look like a baby one minute and like a young adult the next minute” 
  • Sana’s “is your nose bigger than your dick?”
  • Eskild the guru advising dad
  • Linn’s “what is happening” facial expressions
  • The ballooon squad in general
  • Magnus’ “that’s smart Isak….wow…wow”
  • Even’s “take desperate to a new level”
  • Even’s desperate level aka the iconic paper dispenser scene where everything started
  • Isak and Sana as the biology > flower > best buddies
  • Noora and Vilde’s tortilla moments
  • Noora and Eva’s love story speaking Spanish
  • Isak “i’m not gay…maybe i’m a little gay”
  • mannen i mitt livet scene + 5 fine frøkner 
  • the exact same o helga natt scene
  • the minutt for minutt scene 
  • yousef giving sana a flower
  • yousef looking at sana in that deeply in love way

(more to be added)

I’M GONNA BE SO PISSED OFF AND SAD

lunamoonartist  asked:

Headcannon about izuku, tamaki and mirio taking care of a sick s/o ( I cauth a cold and I am feeling like a sack of gelatin 😷)

Aww I have a cold too, hon. I understand your pain *sniffs*.

(Silently screams because Tamaki was included in your request)

Midoriya Izuku

  • You KNOW this boy is gonna look up every possible way to treat a cold and then take detailed notes and cross reference these notes with the exact symptoms his s/o is feeling.
  • He’d ask his mom to help him make his s/o something to eat because whenever Izuku is ill, his mom’s cooking always makes him feel better.
  • Makes it his mission to make his s/o better to the point where he neglects to properly take care of himself.
  • Ends up getting sick from being around his s/o so much.

Amajiki Tamaki

  • Tamaki has never really had to deal with sick people before so he doesn’t know what to do.
  • A mild big panic cause holy shit what if his s/o’s cold gets any worse or it turns out to be pneumonia or something serious like that.
  • Going to Mirio for advice because Mirio always knows what to do in times like this. Plus he has no idea what to do and he doesn’t want to look up online because that always over exaggerates and he already is panicking.
  • Even though he is inexperienced, he’d stay by his s/o’s side and try his best to be comforting.

Togata Mirio

  • As soon as he hears his s/o isn’t feeling well, guess who’s instatntly at their house with soup and everything a sick person could ever need.
  • Very attentitive to the point where it’s kind of funny but mostly very sweet.
  • Tries to cheer his s/o up by telling jokes seeing as they’re feeling under the weather and look as though they need some jokes to brighten their day.

anonymous asked:

Can i have sfw relationship headcanons for Naruto, Itachi, and Obito?

Naruto

  • Naruto is constantly going on about his s/o to practically anyone who’ll listen, he’s so incredibly happy to have someone as wonderful as them that he’ll use any excuse he can to bring them up in conversation.
  • Whenever he sees his s/o again after being away from them for a long period of time, they’re always greeted with a bone crushing hug.
  • Naruto is incredibly talented when it comes to cheering up his s/o if they’ve had a bad day, no matter the circumstance he always knows just what to say to make them laugh.
  • His s/o should prepare themselves for an immense amount of PDA.

Itachi

  • Itachi really enjoys cooking for his s/o, he surprises them with breakfast in bed every now and then.
  • He also enjoys spoiling his s/o, always offering to pay the bill when they go out together and never taking “no” for an answer. Should Itachi’s s/o see something in a shop window they like the look of he’ll do his upmost to get it for them.
  • Itachi is very prone to offhanded compliments, telling his s/o that they look beautiful at least three times a day.
  • He always remembers anniversaries and birthdays.

Obito

  • Obito always makes sure his s/o is never bored, he’s partial to entertaining them by rambling on for hours and hours or by showing off some of his ninja skills.
  • He’s incredibly good at keeping conversations going with his s/o even when they should’ve shrivelled up and died hours ago.
  • Obito always goes above and beyond when it comes to gift giving, he always manages to get the exact thing his s/o wants, they don’t even need to drop any hints.
  • He blushes bright red at any form of PDA, if he won’t stop talking initiating PDA is a 100% reliable method of shutting him up.

-Admin Evie

s/o to all the alt/goth/scene/emo black kids who think they’re too black for the white kids and too white for the black kids

s/o to all my sensitive and fragile dark skinned girls who think they’re too dark to be cute and soft and pretty

s/o to all my white passing black kids who have to deal with people trying to tell you how black your are(you’re as black as you wanna be)

s/o to all my sensitive black boys that feel like you can’t show any emotions

s/o to all my ghetto kids gettin made fun of on a daily for their dialect only to go online and see these non black people gettin praised for doing the exact same thing

s/o to all the black kids with 4c hair that think they can’t go natural because their hair is too kinky(your hair is not nappy; shrinkage is horrible ik)

s/o to all my mentally ill black people who get told they just need to pray it away

s/o to all the black girls who wear sew-ins and get their hair done every month, don’t let people tell you you don’t love yourself(ain’t nobody finna spend 2k on they hair and not love themselves)

s/o to all the black people that grew up in white neighborhoods and can’t speak aave and bump justin bieber

s/o to all the mixed black people who grew up with an antiblack/fetishist parent and relatives

s/o to all the black girls with no ass and dance off beat

s/o to all the black people still trying to overcome their internalized antiblackness

s/o to all the sexual black girls/black girls who do sex work out here getting condemned on a daily and having people laugh at jokes about literal assault(ex: zola)

s/o to all the black people dealing with drug additions that are seen as nothing but a cheap “crackhead” joke

s/o to all the darkskinned fat black girls who are treated as nothing but mammy and precious and “strong independent sassy black women” jokes

s/o to black trans boys and girls being hated on by not just the black community but the trans community as well

s/o to all my black nerds who play pokemon and animal crossing and watch anime

s/o to all my black kpop fans getting harassed for liking a genre that copies off of your own culture 99% of the time

s/o to all the darkskinned boys who think they have to be tough and strong

s/o to all my underrated and stepped on black people that get hated just bc you don’t fit some made up 2d stigma we gon live thru this

I said I’d write up a tutorial on how to make these wings. It’ll be terrible So, here goes. XD

Have one or two friends to help you out. It’s easier with more hands.

Materials:

Thin poster board. (For small wings you will need 3 pieces. For wings like this you will need 6)

Opal cellophane. (two rolls to be safe)

Adhesive glue.

Scissors.

Wire cutters.

Exacto knife. (I recommended using this for cutting out the poster board)

Hot glue gun.

3 Hanger wires (it’s super sturdy)

Pencil, and eraser.

Iron.

GLITTER!!!!!!!!!

Step one:

Find a reference photo! These wings are meant for a Periwinkle cosplay but since her and Tinkerbell have the same wings we used Tink as a reference.

Step Two:

Since we made our wings super large we had to glue two pieces of poster board together. This is why I said 6 pieces for large wings. Reason why is because of their size just one piece would make it droop. So before drawing the design on you spray one piece with adhesive and put the other piece on top of it. Making it as even as possible.

If you’re making smaller wings just go to step three!

Step Three:

Draw your design on the poster board. We drew ours on from corner to corner (diagonally) If you want smaller wings I recommend drawing it from corner to the the middle of the board.

Step four:

This is the most tedious of all the steps to making wings. Take your exact o knife and start cutting. You cut around the design but make sure to cut half an inch away from the line. You can go back later to make it thinner if you want. Using one poster board will take less time then two since it isn’t as thick.

Make sure there is something underneath the board so you don’t damage your floor.

Step Five: (not necessary but who says no to glitter)

We’re obsessed with glitter. So naturally we coated both sides of the design with white glitter. We used adhesive for this as well.

Step Six: (Smaller wings don’t need this but if you want to add it then go ahead!)

Take your wire hanger and bend it out so it’s the same shape of the wing that will be the closest to your back. Glue the wire down about 7 inches down from the tip of the wing. Most of the support is needed in the middle, and bottom of the wing.

Let some of the wire hang out of the bottom about four inches so you can connect the harness.

Step Seven

Roll out the cellophane to go over the wings. One piece for each side. Spray adhesive to the wing first and then gently place the cellophane over it. I recommend having someone help you with this part because adhesive is a pain when something goes wrong.

Do this for both the big wing, and the smaller one. Make sure the cellophane is over the wing evenly. Pat out any bubbles it may have.

Step Eight:

When both sides have cellophane on it take your iron and make sure it’s on a low setting. You don’t want it to burn or melt the cellophane. Gently go over the wing, and even it out as much as possible. There will be some bubbles, and such but think of it being more realistic.

Step Nine:

Cut off any excessive cellophane but leave some near the veins and by the wire. If it’s to short the cellophane will come apart. We left little less then half an inch.

Step Nine:

Take the adhesive to glue the little wing to the bigger one. You want to make sure you glue it on the inside.

Step Ten:

Use another wire hanger and bend it into a rectangle. Wire hanger is tough to bend so you’re going to have to use your inner strength. Cut off any excess wire with a wire cutter. Cover it with electrical tape so it becomes sturdier.

Step Eleven:

Line up the wing wire with the harness wire at the spot where it’s needed. Take the wing and connect it to the harness. Using electrical tape to keep the two of them together. Cut off an excess wire so it doesn’t dig into the wearers back.

Alas you have fairy wings!! I hope this helps a bit T-T Have fun!

Tip: You may have to cut a slit in the back of your outfit for the wings to slip into. Wearing a bra helps because it goes underneath it.

Odată, un om bătrân i-a dezvăluit nepotului său un mare secret.

- În fiecare din noi există câte o luptă, exact ca lupta între lupi. Un lup este rău: invidia, gelozia, durerea, egoismul, ambiția, minciuna, iar altul este bun: pacea, dragostea, speranța, adevărul, credința…

Nepotul a rămas puțin confuz și l-a întrebat pe bunic:

- Și care din lupi câștigă la final?

Bătrânul i-a răspuns:

- Câștigă lupul pe care îl hrănești!

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if the ask I sent before reached you (I apologize for sending it again if it did) but would you mind doing a soulmate au headcannon for Sidon, Teba, Link, and Revali? Their thoughts and reactions before and when they meet their s/o? (Just in case if you don't know about the soulmate au, individuals are born with a timer, a string, a name on their skin, or a sentence on their skin that ties them to their soulmate.)

Soulmate au (BOTW)

Sidon

  • Before
    • Time didn’t really matter to the Zora, so having a long wait before meeting his s/o didn’t really irk him. What did bother him was the fact that the string seemed so very long.
      • How far away were they? Were they safe? Were they offended that their string never shortened since he couldn’t go searching for them? Or vice versa?
    • And then, one day, the string tenses, and straightens, and he’s running to shorten it even more until it’s perfectly tight and he sees- them.
  • After
    • He has so many questions. How much of their life has he missed out on? What do they like? Do they like him?
    • Is so giddy to meet them, and anyone who sees him knows it, but at the same time, he’s secretly worried he’s not good enough, so he does his best to make up for it (even though he really has nothing to make up for, s/o stop him.)

Teba

  • Before
    • Grey. Everything was grey, as it had been for a very long time. Soulmates see colors only when they see each other, and he had learned long ago to get used to the greyness.
    • Until one day, when in a crowd, bits of colors come out of the corners of his eyes, and he’s spinning around, trying to find the force, and then-
  • After
    • -he’s completely overwhelmed with emotion and color and he’s not sure how to feel. it’s like a punch in the emotional gut- it’s astounding!
    • Has no idea how to approach them. Settles for nervously going up to them, trying to keep his cool as he asks if they’d like to go to a more private roost to talk.

Link

  • Before
    • Was saddened by the idea of it all. Not because he didn’t want one- it was the opposite. He wanted a soulmate so much it hurt his heart. The only problem? His countdown has said it would be more than 100 years before they’d exist. Would he be on his deathbed when they finally met? How sad.
    • When he awakens from his slumber, he doesn’t remember what the timer means. It’s only after recovering bits of his memory that it starts to fall into place and one day it hits him that his soulmate is alive and he could meet them- that exact moment, actually.
  • After
    • S/o has no idea why Link is crying, but he’s smiling, so they’re happy tears..?
      • All they know is that he needs a hug, and they’re more than happy to provide one for someone who seems so sweet and overwhelmed.
    • He may be mute, but he makes an exception to make a relieved laugh, holding onto him. There really is a silver lining to every cloud.

Revali

  • Before
    • He lost track of the amount of times he wanted to fly off and follow that string until nothing was left between them. He could fly far but he never managed to make it shorter, even if he flew to beyond the village.
    • And he couldn’t leave, not as its Champion, thus he was stuck, unable to come and go and search. Thank goodness s/o decided to search for him .
  • After
    • Resorts to humor to calm his beating heart and make him look “cool” (not really)
      • Took you a while. Nice to finally meet you.”
    • Has no idea what to feel. All he knows is that they’re finally here, and that he’s going to do everything in his power to be the best soulmate the village -nay- the world has every seen. 

theoriginalgodsgirlrachel  asked:

Hc's or scenario for how Seb would react to his s/o absolutely showering him in love, all lovey/in a happy daze over him, and later on that same day, proposing to him 🖤🖤🖤

THIS KILLED ME. I AM DECEASED. YOU HAVE SLAIN ME WITH ALL THE FLUFF.


Sebastian watched amusedly as his s/o had to almost restrain themselves from launching across the room at him. He could see a spark of mischievousness in their gorgeous eyes and he knew he was in for some… appreciation. 

“My, my, you’re certainly eager this morning. Whatever is the cause?” He smirked as he made his way towards the bed. He saw the exact moment his s/o lost all pretence at remaining calm as they lunged forward and grabbed his gloved hands, pulling Sebastian towards them and down until he was sat beside them.

The only acknowledgement Y/N got of Sebastian’s confusion was the elegant arching of one perfect eyebrow. Y/N smiled widely and framed Sebastian’s face with their hands, leaning forward and rubbing their nose gently along his. Sebastian was bemused now but was content to sit there and let his s/o do as they wished. He’d known them long enough now to know that when they were feeling affectionate, he should just stay still and let them get it out of their system. He usually wasn’t so compliant but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy all the attention it brought him.

Using their grip on Sebastian’s face to their advantage, Y/N leant forward and pressed tender kiss after tender kiss to his face, smothering him in kisses. His eyebrows, his temples, his nose, both cheeks, the corners of his mouth, his eyelids… Everywhere apart from his lips was kissed. His s/o was grinning again and Sebastian could feel it against his skin.

“You are. You’re the cause. And,” His s/o paused for effect, “I have a question. A big question.”

There it was. That damned eyebrow again. Y/N ran a finger along the eyebrow, smoothing it out. Sebastian caught Y/N’s wrist in his own hand and kissed the underside gently, feeling his s/o’s pulse flutter by such a simple action.

“Well then,” he chuckled lowly, “what is this question?”

Y/N paused now, some of their confidence waning. This didn’t particularly worry Sebastian, but it certainly intrigued him. His s/o was not one to back out of something they had set their mind to.He gave them a few seconds, however, to regain their composure. He would admit to being intensely curious if asked.

“I want us to be together.”

Sebastian frowned. Had they not been courting these last few years? Had he misinterpreted human customs, as frivolous as he found them?

“Oh dear. I’m afraid I don’t understand, dearest.”

“I suppose I wasn’t very clear. Never mind, I’ll start again. I want us to be together… Legally.

Realisation slammed into Sebastian. Marriage. That was the only possible explanation for all of this. 

He watched as Y/N slid off the bed and knelt down on one knee before Sebastian. He held back a chuckle, already knowing his answer but feeling content to let Y/N have their fun with human customs.

“Sebastian, I will always find it ironic that as a creature made up entirely of darkness you have only ever brought light onto my life. I know you don’t feel love as I do but I know that you’re a possessive creature. You’ve protected me time and again, but most especially from myself. I love you, and so I’d just like to ask you but one question: Will you, Sebastian Michaelis, do me the honour of marrying me?”

Y/N busied themselves with finding the ring in their pocket to avoid looking at Sebastian, a light blush on their face.

They looked up at him just as a resounding yes echoed throughout the room.

It was with quick thinking that Sebastian caught the flying blur, otherwise both demon and human would have found themselves in a heap on the floor.

Strange human customs, indeed.


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Paint You Wings ~ Ethan Dolan {Part One}

[A/N: Okay so I literally could not think of a summary that didn’t sound completely stupid, but when I do I’ll edit this and post it lmao sorry]



Looking at the clock was a bad idea. I didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that the most important meeting of my career was in less than five hours and I hadn’t gotten a single minute of sleep. It only added more stress.

As if sleeping in dead silence wasn’t difficult enough, a bloodcurdling screech was heard from the other side of the wall. Without thinking twice, I jumped out of bed with an Exact-O knife and ran out of my apartment and pounded on the door next to mine several times.

It opened slowly, revealing a tall guy with a strand of purple hair in a black hoodie. He was gripping his right bicep and wincing. “Yeah?”

I went blank for a second. This guy was attractive to say the least. His features were extremely defined and his hair cropped his face in the perfect way. “Huh? Oh, um, I heard a scream.” I shook my head and held up my Exact-O knife.

The guy laughed, then opened the door a little more. “Sorry, my brother and I are filming a video. He just tased me.” His smile shifted to one side as he leaned against the doorway. “We didn’t mean to, like, alarm you.”

I shook my head. “No, no, you’re fine.”

We stood there for a solid ten seconds.

“Uh, I’m Ethan by the way.” He stuck his hand out. I stared at it for a minute before realizing I was supposed to shake it.

“Oh! I’m Averly. Nice to meet you, Ethan. Um, I should, uh, go get some sleep.” I gestured over my shoulder and turned around slowly.

He scoffed. “Sleep? It’s only, what, nine?” He laughed once more. His laugh was loud and contagious, but its authenticity made it okay.

I couldn’t help but laugh myself as I turned back around. “Try three in the morning.”

His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kidding? Gray! It’s three AM! We need to freaking finish this!” He shouted the last part over his shoulder. “Uh, yeah, sorry about scaring you, Averly. I’ll see you around, maybe?” He smiled at me again and I swear I almost melted.

“Yeah, maybe. Bye Ethan.” I turned around and walked back to my apartment. After I put my Exact-O knife back in its box, I crawled back into bed.

Surprisingly enough, I managed to drift to sleep fairly easily after that. The next thing I remembered was my alarm going off. It was hardly even a struggle to wake up, I felt fully refreshed.

After I showered, I had a mental debate about which dress to wear: Navy blue with long sleeves and gold accessories, or sleeveless violet with a floral print cardigan and silver accessories.

I wound up choosing the violet one, then curled my hair. As I left the apartment, I grabbed my keys, phone, and portfolio. When I opened the door, the guy from last night - Ethan - was leaning against the railing, looking down at the parking lot.

He turned his head to see who I was once I closed the door and a small smile crept onto his face. “Hey, Averly, right?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Uh, yeah. Ethan?” I’m not sure why I asked. I knew it was Ethan.

“Yeah, yeah. You look nice.” He complimented, looking me up and down. I laughed and glanced over myself once more.

“Oh, thanks. Important meeting.” I shrugged. He tilted his head barely. “Um, I’m trying to get some of my pieces into Art Pour L'âme.” I gestured with my portfolio.

His mouth fell open. “You’re an artist?” That smile came back slowly.

I couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Yeah. I should get going. I’ll see you around.” I smiled and started to walk towards the stairs.

“Yes! I mean, yeah. Totally.” He waved in small motions as I left. A few seconds after I reached the steps, I heard his door open and close.

I put my portfolio in the backseat, then set off to the gallery. On the drive over, I mentally reviewed the way I would explain the names and meanings of all of my pieces. I came up with about seven-billion for each piece, but couldn’t decide which ways sounded less pretentious and douchey.

Finally, I arrived at the gallery. It took about thirteen mirror pep-talks before I could get out of the car, and twice that to set foot inside. Luckily, I walked in just as the executive display director, James Clifton, was coming to meet me.

He was dressed in an all-black suit with a yellow tie and handkerchief. He smiled at me, then gave me a kiss on both cheeks. “You must be Averly Dixon, yes?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Yes Sir. I just want to let you know that I’m very grateful for this opportunity and it’s a complete honor just to be here.”

He nodded his head and smiled. “The honor is all mine, Miss Dixon. Now, let’s have a look at some of your pieces. These aren’t the originals, right?” He pointed at the portfolio.

“Um, n-no Sir. You said to take photos of the pieces, right?” Instantly, I started to regret every decision I’d ever made in my entire life.

He nodded his head, then opened the portfolio. “Yes, yes.”

I nodded slowly, but held my breath as he started to glimpse through the pictures. His face showed… Dissatisfaction. Almost like he was expecting me - a seventeen-year-old from Dallas, Texas - to be a Picasso Mini-Me.

He clicked his tongue slowly, then slid the photos back into the portfolio. “Miss Dixon, you have an impeccable style. It’s all very unique in one sense, but I feel like I’ve seen all of these before. Like you’re a garage-band making covers of popular songs, but with art. Do you understand?” He put a hand on my knee and pouted.

I nodded my head slowly. “Yes, I understand.”

He slowly took his hand away. “But as I said, your style is simply breathtaking, so I’m going to propose an idea. I will give you a month to give me something I’ve never seen before, and you will earn not only a display, but quite possibly your own exhibit.”

My breath hitched in my throat. My own exhibit? Not possible. “Really?” Mr. Clifton nodded. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it.” I stood up, shook his hand, grabbed my portfolio, and went back out to my car. This was my real chance, and I wasn’t about to squander it.

Rather than going home, I drove straight to my studio and searched for inspiration. Only, I couldn’t. If I looked at another piece of work, I knew I would inadvertently “visually cover” it. I had to be careful if I ever wanted any of my work in the Art Pour L'âme.

My mind raced back and forth. LA, Dallas, family, friends, urban, rural, male, female, light pallet, dark pallet, and everything in between. I sat in front of a blank page in an open sketchbook for two hours, and it stayed just the same. Not a single pencil stroke or even mental map of an idea. I was completely blocked.

Never had I ever been blocked before that moment. I always found something to create. Then again, everything I had made up until this point was just a twist on something everyone’s seen before.

After convincing myself that discouraging thoughts and white blank pages were getting me nowhere, I closed my sketchbook, changed out of my art-clothes, and went back to the car. Instead of listening to music on my commute, I let the silence take over, hoping it would give me answers.

It didn’t. Ten minutes in the car filled with boring nothingness, all to no avail. I walked up the steps, then down the way to my apartment, only to find a blue sticky-note with sharpie on it.

(123) 456 - 7890
- Ethan :)

I pulled the sticky-note off the door and took it inside with me, then sat my portfolio in the living room. I wasn’t ecstatic about how the meeting went, but I could recover. I knew I could.

My phone started buzzing on the table. It was a call from Ellie, my fourteen-year-old sister.

“Hey, El. What’s up?”

“You need to come home.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. After our dad threw me out, there was no way I was going to go home. “What makes you think I need to do that?”

She sighed. “It’s Dad.”

“What about him?”

She was quiet for a minute, which was never good. “He wants you to come home, Av.”

I shook my head, despite the fact that she couldn’t see me. “Ellie, he isn’t my dad anymore. He kicked me out, remember? He doesn’t want me to come home. He wants to stop feeling guilty. I’ll talk to you later, okay? For now, I’ve gotta make an important call.”

“Averly, don’t be like that.”

I almost scoffed. “Like what, Ellie? I promise, he doesn’t want me home. I’ll call you tonight. I love you.”

She hung up without another word. I sat my phone down on the table once more and stared at it. Part of me hoped she would call back, but another part - the more sensible part - knew she wouldn’t. She worshiped the ground our dad walked on. Hell, she thought he hung the moon. She was naive and it killed her quite often.

Instead of letting my thoughts overwhelm me like usual, I picked the phone back up and dialed a number. Not Ellie’s. A number I had never dialed before, but I knew I would in the future.


Thank y’all so much for reading! I think I’ll try to update every week in the Saturday-Monday range :)

Oamenii mă întreba de ce sunt atât de antisocial?
Pentru că eu încerc să obţin ceea ce-mi doresc!
Mă întreabă de ce nu ies în club sau la petreceri, dar toate aceste mizerii nu duc nicăieri!
Poate că în ochii lor sunt un ciudat…dar eu sunt concentrat pe treaba mea, încercând zi de zi să-mi dezvolt ideile si tehnicile pentru că atunci când vine și ocazia mea, voi răsări exact ca o stea!
—  davidovalexandru

anonymous asked:

Summer school ends tomorrow. As in. The exact same 7 o' clock overlay of the livesstream. [Silently screams inside] Your art is so cool though I'm going to try my absolute best to catch any others you might do

OOOOH!!!
I hope that you can make it to future streams ^^
CONGRATS ON SCHOOL BEING DONE

FAQ - Basic Topics

//still in progress.


  • Îmi place de cineva și nu știu ce să fac.

În dragoste nu este nimic scris; nu există un ghid sau tutoriale și din cauza asta este complicat să încerci să “supraviețuiești”; cu atâtea persoane rănite, persoane care nu vor să se implice sau cei care vor doar să profite, iubirea poate părea un spital de nebuni.

În primul rând, să iubești nu ar trebui să fie complicat, dar este mai greu atunci când atenția ta o primește persoana greșită. Când îți place de cineva trebuie să te lași purtat de val, să fii entuziast și bineînțeles să fii sincer ca cealalta persoană să primească mesajul tău clar: “ÎMI PLACE DE TINE ȘI O SĂ FAC CEVA ÎN PRIVINȚA ASTA”. Foarte multe persoane întreabă ce ar putea face: pur și simplu să fii tu însuți. Trebuie să demonstrezi cu fapte toate sentimentele tale pe care până acum doar le-ai exprimat în cuvinte sau deloc.

Când îți place de cineva trebuie să faci ce îți stă în putință, DAR CU MĂSURĂ. Știu că sună ciudat, dar trebuie să găsești un echilibru sănătos și real, așteptându-te atât la ce-i mai bun cât și la un refuz. În dragoste există ceva ce mulți uită și este iubirea de sine, să înțelegi că există anumite limite pe care nu le poți încălca. Așadar, când vezi că cealaltă persoană nu este pe aceași lungime de undă, este momentul când trebuie să te întrebi dacă este corect să continui sau să te detașezi.


  • Vreau să mă reîmpac cu fostul/fosta.

Foștii sunt foști pentru un motiv. De obicei, nu iese deloc bine (dimpotriva, e și mai rău) când te împaci cu aceeași persoană. Sunt atâția oameni pe lumea asta ce merită iubirea ta mai mult decât o merită fostul. Nu sta pe loc pentru o persoană, viața e prea scurtă ca să stai pe loc.


  • Iubita/iubitul mă controlează, mă sufocă.

În caz că nu știai, într-o relație nu există conceptul de proprietate. El/Ea nu are absolut niciun drept să îți controleze viața personală, cu cine ieși, cu cine vorbești, uneori chiar și conturile tale personale. Când el/ea ajunge la această extremă, fugi. Oricâte amintiri ai avea cu acea persoană, concentrează-te la prezent, pentru că oricât ai nega asta, el/ea nu e persoana pe care o dorești. Să ai orgoliu, o demnitate a ta, pentru că a-i permite aceste lucruri e precum ai arunca aceste două lucruri. Nimeni nu te poate salva in afară de tine.


  • Fac parte din LGBTQ+ și mi-e frică să afle lumea.

În primul rând, o întrebare pentru tine: ești la liceu, facultate? Dacă răspunsul este pozitiv, ești dependent financiar de părinții tăi? Înainte să-ți faci coming out-ul față de părinți trebuie să fii 100% sigur că nu te vor lăsa pe străzi sau că relația voastră n-o să se distrugă. Dacă ăsta nu este cazul, sunt de părere că ar trebui să aștepți să fii stabil financiar și pe picioarele tale pentru a nu ajunge într-o situație nasoală.

Pe altă parte, dacă deja ai viața construită sau/și știi că părinții tăi sunt toleranți, just go ahead. Nu este atât de complicat cum pare, iar apoi te vei simți într-adevăr tu însuți.

Acum, despre prieteni nu am prea mult de zis, pur și simplu dacă chiar îți sunt prieteni te vor accepta exact așa cum ești, fără să se schimbe comportamentul lor față de tine sau să facă “diferențe”.

Să pretinzi că ești ceva ce nu ești e cea mai mare greșeală. Nu te băga într-o relație când știi sigur că nu ești atras în niciun fel de cealaltă persoană, pentru a masca orientarea ta sexuală din cauza fricii față de părerea societății. Viața e prea scurtă pentru a o trăi în minciună și relații care nu ajung nicăieri.

Ești cine ești, iubește-te.


  • Cum pot trece peste o fostă relație?

În general, să te desprinzi de fosta relație e cel mai bun lucru pe care poțj să îl faci. Cum? Cu diverse activități care să-ți țină mintea ocupată. Să ieși cu prietenii mai mult, să încerci hobby-uri noi, poate. Lasă-ți cât mai puțin timp de gândire asupra situaiei, și lasă timpul sa-și facă treaba. Dacă doar stai să te gândești la ceea ce ai avut cu fostul/fosta, îți faci singur/ă rău și suferi… și pentru ce? Sau, mai bine zis, pentru cine? Pentru cineva care nu a știut să prețuiască ce a avut lângă el/ea? Oare se merita să îți irosești timpul așa? Stând și tot gândindu-te la ceea ce a fost… Sau e mai bine să mergi mai departe și să îți trăiești viața în continuare? Timpul chiar vindecă rănile. Lasă timpul să se ducă, preocupă-te cu alte activități, si stai liniștit. O să vină și persoana aia specială care o să te iubească exact așa cum ești. O sa vină și omul ăla care o să facă orice pentru tine. Nu e capăt de lume.

Intră aici.