If Aelin survives ToG7. If she gets to spend the rest of her (inmortal) life with her mate. If she gets the happily ever after she so desperate deserve. I’ll get a tatto with the phrase “I will not be afraid”.
To remind myself that If Aelin manage to survive and be happy after all that happened to her, then I’m sure as hell I can do the same.
One of the asks I get more often is about how to approach tattoos
for the first time. What to have, where, from who, what to expect,
how to deal with the artists and more, a lot of people are
still a bit scared and confused from the whole tattoo thing. Most
of the time their asks can have no answer, since things like
subjects, placement, paint tolerance etc. are all pretty personal. But I’ll try to put down some guidelines, mixed with personal
experiences, that will hopefully help makes things less stressfull
and confused at least for someone.
(pic: Rodrigo Souto at work. Black outlines are usually tattooed first, then the black shading. Colors cames last. )
Is it the right time for it? Usually, if you are underage, you can’t get
tattooed without parents permission. I suppose it changes from one
country to another, depending on the laws. Legal or not, getting a
tattoo when you are still really young will reveal a bad idea most of
the times. Even if you get tattooed from a pro, even if your tattoos
looks good, there’s a high probability your taste will change soon,
and so will your life priorities. At 14 I was impressed from
Clooney’s tattoos in From Dusk Till Dawn. I was convinced a tribal
bodysuit was a badass option. Then, a few times later, I thought Tom
Gugliotta’s (what was I thinking? He wasn’t even that good as a
player… :D) barbed wire armband was really cool too. At eighteen I
though that let an apprentice tattooer I knew doing both my arms in
his kitchen for a hundred bucks was a great idea. None of that
happened, lucky me. Times were different, there was no internet (I
mean of course there was, but it wasn’t like it is now), the only
chance to know something about tattoos were through the magazines. I
had my first tattoo at 24. A bit late, I know, I’m not suggesting you
to wait that much. But still, even if I had it from a really good
artist and still looks good, it’s not in the style I’m into now.
Will your tattoos affect your social interactions and your career?
Yes and no. The older you are, the more you know about how you’ll
live your life. But being tattooed brings no more the prejudices it
used to. People are slowly getting used to them. I mean, if you want
to run a bank, a face tattoo will probably be still an obstacle. But
if you live in a big city, probably no one will ever stare at you for
a small tattoo on your arm. My first tattoo was on my shoulder/chest,
it doesn’t show even if I’m wearing a t-shirt. I went for an easy
to hide area mostly to show my parents how wise and focused on the
future I was. It wasn’t true, of course, but it helped. ;)
Ok, so just pretend you are old and wise enough for a tattoo.
Where do you start?
(pic: Portrait from Dan Molloy. If you want one, be sure to bring a reference pic that is big enough to show all the details your artist will need)
Chosing the right artist What style are you into? It can be
hard to decide at first, but the more you look at good tattoos, the
more your taste for them will be defined. This can probably help too. And then you have to find the right artist. If you want to get
tattooed, no doubt this will be the biggest challenge, and probably
the most important. This choice will affect not only the final
result, but the whole experience. A good artist, in a safe, positive
environment, will make the whole journey something you’ll like to
How do you know an artist is the one? It’s hard to say. Your
taste, your knowledge, needs to be trained, a lot, to be able to tell
a good artist from a mediocre one. I’ve “studied” this things for
years. my nerd side definitely helped, and now a few pics of someone’s works are enough for me to know if an artist is someone to consider o not. Drawing skills are a good start, but I look for
someone with good taste for colors, compositions, visual art in
general. Roses are usually a good test. Or woman faces. If you want
to find someone good, be prepared to go through tons of crappy
portfolios. Or you can drop me a line, it can be helpful too. ;)
(pic: Dane Mancini tattooing free hand. Sometime the artists can draw the whole design (or a few details of it) on the skin with a marker, following their ceativity)
The subjects and the placement I get a lot of asks about what
to get tattooed too. No one can tell you what you should wear on your
skin. Look for good art, and just get inspired. And then a good
artist will help you to turn your ideas into something pleasant to
look and to wear.
Let’s skip fast the “should I bring the design?” part. The
answer is a big no. Even if you are amazing at drawing. Even if it
does have a deep meaning for you cause your best friend draws it. No.
Tattoo designs are different from drawings for a ton of reasons. Let
tattoo artists do their job.
When you are considering a subject, don’t fill the concept with
too much stuff. I mean, you want a ship, and a lighthouse, and an
anchor, and a rose. It’s already more than you need. Don’t ask the
artist to add a dagger, and a dog, and your grandma’s name, and your
first bike, all on the same design. The less you put into it, the
more he/she will have the creative space to create something great.
If you want a text, please reconsider it. And read this first.
And please, forget all the tv shows shit about how everything you
get tattooed must have a sad story, a deep meaning behind it, how
every detail must be symbolic and represent something. Like
if you want a rose, and you love your family, you don’t need a single
petal for each brother/sister/cousin/dog. Just have a good looking,
damn rose. The meaning behind it will be as strong as your intention,
no matter what.
You have a sad/positive reason to get tattoed? Great. You don’t?
Who cares. Tattoos looks great, and this is the only reason you need.
(pic: Matt Adamson’s design. On the left, the stancil he used to have a trace of it on the skin.)
Book for it. If the shop is close to you, go talk them in
person. Someone will take care of you. A phone call is a good idea
too. Or send the shop an email. Messages on facebook are usually a
bad way to get in contact with them. If you still get no answer after
a reasonable time, keep trying, don’t be afraid to insist. Sooner
or later, you’ll talk with the artist. Tell him/her what you want,
the mood you want your piece to have, what you would like him/her to
include, what you like from his/her past works. You can bring
references, if you think it would help. Bringing pics of other
people’s tattoos as a reference is ok, until you just use them to
explain what you want. Asking to copy someone alse’s tattoo is wrong,
unethical and pretty lame.
Be prepared to tell them about size and placement. It’s ok to have
clear in mind what you want, but when an artist suggest you to change
something, is usually for a reason, so try to be open minded about
it. Some tattoos can be completed on a single session, some will need
more. You need to heal completely, before the artist can continue to
work on it, so be prepared to wait at least a few weeks before you
can have a new session. Some artist will send a sketch to you days
before your appointment, to check if you are ok with it. But it’s not
rare to see them finish it while you are already at the shop to get
tattooed. Yes, even if you booked for it months before. If you don’t
like the design, just ask the artist to change it. But don’t forget
they are already working for you, and don’t forget to be respectful.
(pic: Stu Padgin’s print. Go through the artists’ sketchbook if you have the chance to. They usually have tons of great designs still available)
Be ready for it. If you have done everything as
you should, you have nothing to fear about. Protect your skin from
sun, a tanned, burned skin can’t be tattooed. Eat something before to
start, bring something to drink, but stay away from alcohol from 24h
at least. It would cause your blood vessels to dilate, and the tattoo
to bleed more. The blood would make harder for the artist to work and
to get the ink going deep enough to stay. Bring a friend to the shop
with you only if ou really need too (you won’t, trust me), and never
more than one. You want your artist to be confortable and focused
while is working on you. From now on, it’s up to him/her.
“Does it hurt?”
Yes, it does. How much? It’s impossible to say. Some areas are
usually more painful than others, but it depends on your skin, your
muscolar conformation, your pain tolerance. Usually, it’s always a
pain you can tolerate. Try to focus on your breath, and keep your
body relaxed. The less you shake, the easiest will be for the artist
to do his/her job. If you need a break, just ask for it.
If the pain is a serious issue for you, just don’t let it be your
only concern while you are considering the placement. Of course,
starting from your ribs it’s probably not a great idea, but classics
spot like arms, legs, or shoulders are good under both the
aesthetical and pain aspects. Even if you want a sleeve, you don’t
need to plan it from the beginning. If you are not sure of how your
body will react, just start with something smaller, and on a less
1 - Be sure a tattoo it’s what you want, Consider your lifestile, and the one you wish to have. Keep in mind you’ll need money for it, and it will be painful. Be aware of all the negative and the positive a tattoo will bring in your life. There is nothing to be ashamed of in starting with something small, or on a hidden area, if you need to.
2 - Don’t go for a cheap one. A tattoo it’s a life committment, and you deserve the best you can have, even if it will take time to find it. Search, get informed, define your taste. And then book with the best.
3 - Let the artist do his/her job, but still be part of the process. Talk to your artist, let him/her involve you in the creation of your piece. Your tattoo will be meaningful and unique.
4 - Be prepared to the pain, but don’t let it scare you. Be conscious but relaxed and confident. Trust your ability to overcome pain, understand that it’s part of the process, and enjoy the experience for what it is.
5 - Take care of your skin and tattoos! Follow your artist’s instruction, keep it clean, and don’t be afraid to ask the shop for help if you think something is not as it should.
And that’s it, I think. Don’t be afraid.It’s always worth it. ;)
Okay so, almost three months ago my bestfriend and I went to Oslo and met Henrik. We actually spent some time with him but I’m not gonna post or write anything about that because it’s just something that means too much to me/us and I wanna keep it to myself :) Anyway. We asked him to write down on a piece of paper ‘alt er love’ because we wanted to get it tattoed in his handwriting. “Are you sure? You haven’t seen my calligraphy, it’s shitty” he told us with a smile but then he happily agreed to do it. He was in total concentration the whole time! When we told him that there was someone waiting for him he whispered “They’re just gonna have to walk by right now” :)
“I have to make it pretty!”
And he did.
We got the tattoo last week and posted the photo on IG. Last night this happened:
and I still can’t believe it. I’ve tried to put into words what I’m feeling but sometimes it’s just not possible, you know? All of this may seem silly to some people, but it actually means the world to me. :)
NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx
I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to
think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my
room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared
at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with
all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that
in the hot tub is something on a whole new level. Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills. Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.
Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some
video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid
that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine
anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine.
I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester,
you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it
was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the
team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.
Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I
answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty.
I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”
Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great
time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making
up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much
interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders
I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7
really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really
wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to
avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he
kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play
spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh,
fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting
normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him
a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I
turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned
and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t
really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It
lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin
turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to
make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is
going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide
open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name. “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted
situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be
smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play
baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure,
sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t
care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I
take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that
everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a
shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades,
they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about
everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to
explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he
punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving
for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to
make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and
started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking
in straight line.
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing
something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into
my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me
in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch. “Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door
to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall,
grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides
of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap
my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one
pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower,
sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I
really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips
again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump. I nodded my head and bit my
lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed,
butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on. He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good
for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to
speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she
was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for
Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve
to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a
player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive
me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I
was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his
disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s
car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom. I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.
H I D D L E S W E E K : D A Y T H R E E , F A V O R I T E Q U O T E
“I gave myself permission to care. Because there are a lot of people in this world who are afraid of caring. Or afraid of showing that they care because it’s uncool. It’s uncool to have passion… But you’ll never win, unless you also stand to lose. Basically, I’ve said it before; don’t be afraid of your passion. Like, just give it free reign, and be honest, and work hard, and it will all turn out just fine.”