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Always keep your sails pointed in the direction in which you wish to travel. Sometimes there may be a change in wind, however, you are in charge of how that affects your path of discovery.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

anonymous asked:

I love what a positive and beautiful blog this is. No negativity, just nice people and sweet volleyball boys and managers. I'm starting my first day of counseling soon and I'm very nervous. Can I get some support from my favorite boy Yamaguchi? Thank you!

You can do it! Push through!

Some days I feel the potential within me
Throwing itself around against my ribs
Like a beautiful animal, caged
But in darkness I persist
Searching for the words to articulate
Who I am
Where I’ve been
And where I’m going.
—  d.c.
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Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back.
No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal.
I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides*
The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.

Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,)
This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING

For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you

SHINee is just one of those groups that you have to love aggressively

What do you mean this wasn’t what happened in episode 9


I’d originally intended to try new ways of linearting and stuff but evidently that didn’t happen orz maybe next time

not to mention I got a little bored by the end so it’s not fully… finished? but it looks decent :>

 i wanted to tell the people who have been saying that call me by your name is about pedophilia to educate themselves!! this is the bittersweet love story between two young men, that’s it. here are some things i wanted to point out so y’all can stop freaking out over fucking nothing: 

- Elio (the younger character) is above the age of consent. He knows what he’s about. He says it like a thousand million times during the book. 

- To some of you a seven year gap in a relationship is scandalous and falls into the category of “abuse” and “manipulation” but  in this case they were always equals in each other’s perspective. Oliver was never in a position of power (teacher, boss, etc) that coerced Elio to engage in a relationship with him. It was a consensual situation.  

-Oliver didn’t repeatedly tell Elio that they should not do what they were doing because he felt guilty he was taking advantage, but because he knew it would end eventually leaving both of them devastated. He knew that as much as he’d like for them to live happily ever after, it just wasn’t possible. 

-Elio was all shy around Oliver because of how infatuated he was with him, not because he was afraid of him. He also felt guilty when he thought he bothered Oliver because Elio wanted to be liked by him. 

-  Elio is a little extra sometimes, like he could do anything to please Oliver, but that’s not because he was being manipulated or whatever that’s because he’s an awkward 17 year old in love. That’s exactly how it feels when you fall in love for the first time and at that age. Also his persistent desire to be physically with Oliver is a result of that. Aciman did a 10/10 job describing his feelings btw. 

-At some point Oliver admits that he was just as besotted as Elio was all the time. They were both dumbasses who didn’t know how to express their feelings for each other, causing all the misunderstandings they went through until they finally got together. They were assholes to each other to cover up the fact that they were crushing hard. 

- At the end of the book, they acknowledge the strong feelings they had for each other even though everything ends up being really sad. They both loved each other, they just experienced it differently. Please note this not only in this context but in every other aspect that this could be applied to. Every single person experiences feelings in different ways.  I think this is the aspect that makes people confused, causing them judge this particular relationship as abuse. Elio loved Oliver like a flame, like something that burns you from the inside out, and from experience I can confirm that that’s exactly how you love when it happens for the first time. Oliver loved Elio deeply and has his best and happiest memories from the summer they were together…he says it himself lmao, but i guess it is different to fall in love at 24 than it is to fall in love at 17. Also maybe cultural aspects and their personalities may have influenced how they experienced their love.  So to summarize my rambling that may be repetitive but whatever: they did love each other, very fucking much, but they experienced and exteriorized it differently. 

-I think that y’all get a little disturbed because when you research a bit about the book the first things to pop up are previews from the movie (which i’m sure is a masterpiece) and Armie Hammer who plays Oliver is like, the all-American dude all muscly, blond, tan and tall, while Timothée Chalamet who plays Elio is skinny, pale and baby-faced and looks exactly like a teenage boy. So yeah, they are very different and that contrast is kinda shocking to some people. 

-The wikipedia description is kinda off… like i wouldn’t say completely innaccurate but i wouldn’t say reliable either because my impression of this book when i read about it on the wikipedia page was completely different to how i see it now. The reason why i mention this is because you damn well know that the first thing you do when you want to read abt something is go to wikipedia, so yeah, maybe look for some reviews or smth instead of going straight for that horrible place. 

-READ THE FUCKING BOOK BEFORE YOU SPEAK!!!. For all you know, you could be missing out on a fucking wonderful novel because you are shallow. 

-Also this has nothing to do with the previous things i said because i think i’m done with what i wanted to point out but the peach scene wasn’t so scandalous in my perspective??? like when i read it i was like oh boi but i didn’t freak the fuck out like some people did… maybe i’ve read too much fanfiction and i’m used to that stuff but idk 

So yeah this has been it. Before you come at me talking about me not understanding or whatever… like any other human with common sense, i do know that this is not romanticized pedophilia/abuse. This is a love story. A sad one that made me cry. And just another thing: if you come at me comparing call me by your name and lolita  i’ll fuck you up personally for being a headass bitch. 

Something New I’m Trying.....

Trying something new if y’all like it I’ll make more if not then I shall go back to the way I used to write….

okay imagine your otp both of em sitting on the bed watching a movie person A is sitting in Person B’s lap. Person A chose the movie and is loving it but person B wants the movie to end as soon as possible but is willing to sit through the movie with A.
Sometime into the movie B pecks A on the cheek… A tells B to stop. B then decides to rest their head on A’s shoulder, A just ignores then….. B then decides to put their hand on A’s thigh, A looks at B’s hand, but goes back to watching the movie. B then tries again by moving their hand up to A’s hip. A sucks in a deep breathe hoping B doesn’t know but B knows and moves their other hand to A hip…. with this A gives a little gasp….B knows they’ve got A’s full attention so they decide to kiss A starting from the cheek down to A’s neck to A’s collarbone…..and A is legit trying not to breathe and trying to stay still….

A then turns around facing B and starts to give little kisses on B’s face…..A and B’s lips slowly guide themselves towards each other
which leads B to go on top of A still kissing, eyes closed, B’s hands making patterns on A’s back with one hand and with the other holding them close and A’s hands in B’s hair
Slowly A is on top of B, A starts to pull away but B pulls them back in closer and tighter….A gives a little squeak, and once they have started their kissing session they can’t stop

So it’s kinda like a scenario idk if you guys like it or not please let me know so I may make this blog something you’d like to read cos I’m still experimenting thanksssssss 

Fourteen years ago, I arrived in London to work for an antiques dealer. The city fascinated me, its history hanging in the air like a salty tang. My days were spent amongst eighteenth-century objects, from milk jugs to gold boxes. Who had made them? Where did they live? What were their lives like? In looking for answers, I found tales of men, women, children, wealth, crime, poverty, the erotic, the exotic and the quiet desperation of the mundane.

Monarchs, politicians and aristocrats grab the historical limelight but the ordinary people were my quarry: the Londoners who rode the dawn coach to work, opened shops bleary-eyed and hung-over, fell in love, had risky sex, realised the children had head-lice again, paid parking fines, cashed in winning lottery tickets, fought for good causes and committed terrible crimes. Behind their stories, I saw modern London emerge between the Restoration of Charles II and the arrival of Queen Victoria on the throne. One Sunday, in the summer of 2009, I stood on the steps of St. Paul’s Cathedral and listened as the bells called to worshippers and tourists alike. People loitered chatting, or climbed the steps and went inside. I imagined this clamour was almost exactly the same as it had been three centuries ago. I recorded it on my telephone and walked home.

For years, I dragged my husband to churchyards, houses, demolition sites, public monuments and hidden memorials, telling him the stories of people long dead: cabinetmakers, slaves, domestic servants, weavers, chimney sweeps and prostitutes. Back at home, I played him the recording of my precious moment of shared experience with the Londoners of the past. His dry recommendation was to start blogging about the tales I had accumulated and what I believed about Georgian London (perhaps hoping to deflect my endless enthusiasm on to the miasma of the World Wide Web). The blog gained instant traction as it explored relationships, crime, literature, disability, personal hygiene, jobs, sexuality, charity, sport and shopping. This book has sprung from its loins, a tribute to the people of the eighteenth-century city and testimony to the eternal feeling that if I could just run fast enough through London’s endless archives, I will catch them, grasp them by their coat-tails and make them tell me everything about being a Georgian Londoner.

The preface of ‘Georgian London: Into the Streets’ by Lucy Inglis.

Bitter Tears is one of the best Graham’s songs, dare to fight me, why? Well:

  • It’s raw. It communicates the feeling in such a perfect way.
  • He’s known for being a very relatable person, you can relate easily to this song no matter in what context you find yourself in that moment. The perspective works in any way.
  • The music is A M A Z I N G !
  • I loved how instead of taking the song into an angry feel, he decided to stay with the “head down, won’t explode” feel.
  • His voice goes along with the guitar which is really pleasant to hear.
  • Even though during the critical point, his voice goes a little bit slower than the guitar.
  • The guitar after the climax is just beautiful man, there’s this thing he does where it plays a little higher, like going up the stairs kind of thing, from the standard “going along the lyrics” riff, it has sort of a nostalgic and hopeless sparkle, it’s just so stunning omg
  • The transition of going from sad and bitter to melancholic and desperate is beyond astoninshing
  • It’s one of his songs that goes directly to blur, which is sad but at the same time endearing.

“Please don’t hurt me tonight, bitter tears
I’ve lost the will to fight, bitter tear
s”

I really think this part goes to the boys…

Anyways, I enjoy crying blood.

I was astonished to find that there was no evil in any soul.
 
I said, ‘How can this be?’
 
The answer was that no soul was inherently evil. The terrible things that happened to people might make them do evil things, but their souls were not evil. What all people seek, what sustains them, is love, the light told me. What distorts people is a lack of love.
 
The revelations coming from the light seemed to go on and on, then I asked the light, ‘Does this mean that humankind will be saved?’
 
Then, like a trumpet blast with a shower of spiraling lights, the Great Light spoke, saying:

‘Remember this and never forget; you save, redeem, and heal yourself. You always have. You always will. You were created with the power to do so from before the beginning of the world.’

—  An excerpt from Mellen-Thomas Benedict’s near-death experience (via @hiighsound)

salty-strawberries  asked:

Hello! I'm a new artist here and I saw your art and absolutely fell in love! your art style is so calming and idk it just makes me happy. also, do you have any tips on how to run an art account? i'm still pretty new to all this. thanks, and have a good day~ :)

Oh my gosh, hello! That’s such a kind thing to say, thank you so much, you’re so sweet! 

That’s so awesome you decided to make an art blog! Welcome, friend! As for running an art account, I kind of have a few bits of advice! I ultimately believe it’s how you want to experience and run your own blog, and there’s no ‘correct’ way to run an art blog, but I can still offer some info based on my own experiences! (Other people may have different ones!) These are mostly from my experience running a fanart blog and it might be different with original art or other types of art?

1. Watermark or sign your work! You already do that so you’re ahead of me, and I know this is so obvious but it took me about a year and a half on this blog to realize the importance of it! From reposting, to lessening likelihood of art theft, it is a small thing that shouldn’t be overlooked. I initially never did it because I didn’t believe my work was worth watermarking, but I learned that doesn’t matter, if it’s yours, your name should be on it!

2. Have a tagging/organizing system! This is fairly self-explanatory, but it’s helpful to me (especially if you post a lot of stuff that isn’t your art) to have a tag just for your artwork? And tagging by fandom/content can be extra helpful too, because it appears in the main tag and more people are likely to see your work. And then one for asks/replies - sometimes if you get repeated/similar questions you can find things a lot easier!

3. Art-only blogs: I notice two main types of art blogs - those who only post their art on them, and others who reblog other things but also post their art - often they have an art-only blog as well, where they reblog from their original post. There’s no better way to do this, but observing just from other people, those that also reblog other peoples’ things tend to be more active/gain followers or people meeting them more quickly? But then their art blog is there for people who just want to follow for the content they create. 
Mine is a my-art-only blog for the most part, initially it served as an archive of sorts, but started to grow a bit! It’s a more comfortable choice for me, so there’s no right or wrong way to do this!

4. Interaction: Try talking to other artists - its a lot easier meeting in fandom spaces because you already have some things in common to talk about! But even before, when I was in the Sherlock fandom, I met a lot of watercolor artists (I did only watercolors back then). It’s really nice to have some art friends because you can cry over each others art and motivate and advise one another. I found a lot of motivation and encouragement from my art friends drove me to continue where I would usually just stop making art by now. 

5. Try not to compare yourself to others: Online especially, it is almost inevitable you will end up doing this at some point, and while its fine to use comparison as motivation to continue/inspiration, doing it obsessively can do more harm than good. I read tags on my work sometimes where people say things along the lines of “I won’t ever be as good as this” or “throwing my art away/burning it etc right now” and it makes me sad because everyone is learning at their own pace, and I don’t believe works have more value over another. This is something I’m really ‘passionate’ about because I fall into this trap way too much and have to talk myself out of it (again, having art friends help a lot too). 

6. Having an art blog should be a good experience! It’s a wonderful thing to have, to every artist out there, they are sharing a part of themselves and stuff they worked hard on, and that’s such an amazing thing! It’s brave for you to put your stuff out there! But also yourself and your wellbeing come first, and I know some people can get into negative spins or a lot of stress over their work. I see this in artists who are starting out, as well as those who have had blogs for years. Know it’s always okay to take breaks/hiatuses and whatever you need, it’s okay to ask for help and advice, you have to do what is best for you.

I feel like this is getting long, but it was really interesting to talk about! I’m still growing and learning as an art blog! In short, it’s ultimately about what you are comfortable showing/doing, and running an art blog should be a good experience. Your work is so beautiful by the way! You have a great eye for color! It’s so awesome you have started an art blog, and I hope you will continue to share your work, I look forward to seeing more of it!

AU about Alfred F. Jones, gain a scholarship in a prestigious University; acknowledge his promising mind in mathematics. He met his roommate, Arthur Kirkland, a sharp-tongued literature student but a good friend nevertheless.

They’re inseparable. For months they help each other to get through exams and projects. Arthur is smart, and he’s always there whenever Alfred needs a second opinion, help him decide or give him advises whenever he’s stuck. They’re in complete sync, understands each other like Arthur is an extension of his well being - so fascinated to the extent Alfred was obsessed with him. He rarely talk to anyone but Arthur, rarely step out from his room since he spend his time with Arthur to muse on anything. Sharing ideas, daydreaming about their future.

There’s nothing wrong with having one friend.. But there is a tiny bit of a  problem.

Arthur Kirkland doesn’t exist and Alfred isn’t aware of it.

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kitkatsmeow: Waking up this morning still in awe of this beautiful weekend! Thank you @weventsprod and everyone who was a part of making #THOScon2017 such a success. Most importantly though thank you to all the lovely angels that spent the weekend with us. It was a dream to meet you, spend time with you, answer your questions, hear your stories, and discuss the story we all love so dearly. It was truly humbling to experience your beautiful kindness toward us and toward each other. My heart is so full of love for each and every one of you - I feel so lucky to be a part of bringing a story to life that brings a bit of joy to your lives. Until next time! Au revoir! Je t'aime! 🖤