green is definitely not my color

So, my whole life I thought my favorite color was purple. “What’s your favorite color?” “Purple.” Always. That was my answer. And it wasn’t a lie. I truly believed my favorite color was purple.

And then my sophomore year of high school, someone I had just met in art class asked me if my favorite color was green. I have her a weird look and responded, “no, purple.” She shook her head “nope, you literally wear something green every day. Your favorite color is definitely green.” And I laughed it off. We’ve been friends ever since, and she hasn’t let it go. “Where’s the green?” “There’s the green!” And I never thought twice about it.

But lately I’ve started noticing that my closet is full of green clothes. And while I do find the color purple very beautiful, I actually prefer green. And I find the color green just, very attractive. And I realized that green is my fucking favorite color.

This makes it sound like green being my favorite color was forced upon me, but honestly it was nothing like that. Green has always been my favorite color, I was just not able to see it and accept it.

And I’ve also recently realized that when I write this short story, you could replace a few choice words and this would be the explanation of how I realized I was gay.

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You asked me, what kind of life we had just surrendering. It wasn’t, It wasn’t a life. What we did back there, what we’re doing now, making a future for Judith and for Glenn and Maggie’s baby, fighting the fight, that’s living. You showed me that.

Hey noodles! I’m back with another masterpost! I’ve gotten a few asks about how I take photos, so I decided to condense all of this into one post.

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Lighting:

  • Shoot when it’s light out for best quality photos, because natural lighting is honestly your best friend. Taking them when it’s lighter out will also make it easier to edit them.
  • ** A lesser known tip that I’ve learned myself is to take photos in pure light. My room is pink, so unless I take pictured in the middle of my room at noon they turn out with an annoying purple tint. it’s hard to edit that out, so I sometimes go to other spots in my house to take photos.
  • EXTRA: If you’re taking photos with a screen turn down the brightness. High brightness gives the screen so much glare that you often can’t see anything other than a bright spot.

Taking the photos:

  • I’m using a colorful planner as an example, so I’m using a white background.
  • If your subject is plainer, you can use a brighter background. (I used a sweater)
  • You can also take a picture of your whole desk.
  • EXTRA: lots of pillowcases/sheets=lots of backgrounds!

Editing:

  • I use Aviary and vsco, and I edit the brightness/exposure, contrast, saturation, warmth, and tint. On vsco I add either the filters A6 or OC and add on the following to fit.
  • Brightness/exposure: turn these up depending on how bright your original photos are
  • Contrast: turn this up for clarity
  • Saturation: turn the saturation up because photos will generally look washed out after you turn up the brightness (be careful that it doesn’t look unnatural)
  • Warmth: always turn this down, especially if you take pictures in artificial light.
  • Tint: this is what I use to correct the purple-y tint that a lot of my pictures cave because of the color of my walls (I turn it greener, but I imagine it’ll be opposite if you have a green/blue room).

Here are some more before and afters:

++look at this post for the individual photos

I took these around 5 PM, and you can definitely see the purple I was talking about above.

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An important point:

You don’t have to do this at all to be a good studyblr. Plenty of amazing studyblrs don’t jump through this many hoops every time they want to post. I would actually encourage you to not do all of this every time you want to post. I used to spend hours agonizing over my photos, and, believe it or not, my grades went down! Now I know how to balance the aesthetic and actual studying, but I was so caught up in how my notes looked that I wasn’t studying them. If you like to take pretty notes and photographs, then have fun with it, but definitely don’t feel pressured to do all of this if you don’t want to.

Every year the Russian Team does a bar crawl. It’s a tradition now. They all have T-shirts that have Yakov’s face on the front (Above the word Фелстман bolded and underlined) and, on the back, a skater’s name in large bolded font below an alphabetized list of every skater Yakov’s ever had in much smaller text. They get new T-shirts every time someone new is added to the roster, so usually every year or two.

They change the T-shirts to include Yuuri, and also to change Viktor’s name to his married name. Yuuri has no idea that this is even a thing until he walks into the rink one morning to see Yuri skating around with a pile of bright purple T-shirts in his arms.

“Yo, Katsudon,” Yuri mutters when he gets to him, flipping through shirts distractedly. He’s almost a normal person this early in the morning, before the vitriol has settled into his bones for the day. “So your stupid husband didn’t tell us what size you are, but you wear his clothes all the time anyway and since you have the same last name it was just less complicated to order two of the same size. Here.” He drops them so quickly that Yuuri almost overbalances to catch them. He’s halfway across the rink by the time Yuuri straightens back up, making his way towards one of the Juniors who Yuuri thinks might be named Katya. 

“Ooh, the shirts came in,” Viktor says happily when he catches up. He takes one and holds it up to the light. The picture of Yakov on the front is…not exactly flattering. “Wow! They look even better than last year! Purple is a much better color than green.”

“What am I looking at?” Yuuri demands, staring dumbfounded at his own T-shirt.

“Yakov, of course,” Viktor says happily. He flips the shirt around. Yuuri startles at the giant, bold Кацуки-Никифоров on the back. Viktor scans the smaller text (Which is, weirdly enough, in the shape of a skating boot) and says, “Ah, here you are.” Yuuri leans over.

“Yeah, that’s…definitely my name,” Yuuri says, brows furrowing. Юрий Кацуки-Никифоров. It is, of course, right next to Виктор Кацуки-Никифоров. He’s familiar enough with the other skaters’ names to realize that the small text is Yakov’s roster. “Um, why though?” 

“I’m not sure!” Viktor says happily. “I came here after it started! I’ll go put these in our lockers. Start warming up please, Kitten!”

Viktor skates away. Yakov’s face seems to wink at him, over and over again, from where Viktor is clutching the shirts by his hip.

“After WHAT started?” Yuuri demands to the room at large. Nobody answers him.

Viktor eventually does explain what they are for, the afternoon before the bar crawl itself. He also shows Yuuri the dozen past bar crawl shirts he owns. The passage of time is indicated by the growing shirt sizes and Yakov’s hairline. Yakov had almost a full head of hair when Viktor first joined the roster.

“Does Yakov know about this?” Yuuri mutters, staring at the shirts in awe. 

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Viktor says. “Lilia makes the shirt orders for us. It’s the only reason she’s not on the shirt too, honestly.”

Every single day, Yuuri is more and more amazed that Yakov Feltsman has not taken to the Siberian wilderness to live in seclusion and blessed silence. 

Studying from a Textbook :: How to Get Started

Through trial and error across my academic career, I’ve developed a system of textbook studying that’s been very successful for me even in graduate school. This post outlines my basic procedure. Of course, different techniques work for different people, so be sure to pick and choose which ideas you add to your own strategies. Thanks in advance for reading!

Reading a textbook is a formidable task; after all, they contain a lot of information per page across a lot of pages. Therefore, it’s useful to divide the book into more manageable pieces. Most textbooks do a pretty good job of this by pre-dividing the material into sections (or even subsections). If there’s no pre-existing division (or if each division is fairly lengthy), I recommend focusing on about 10 pages at a time. However you choose to divide, my basic strategy amounts to this:

Tackle the textbook section-by-section, only moving onto a new section once you’re comfortable with the previous section.

If you’re under a time constraint, then I’d say make yourself as comfortable as you can within that constraint.

This begs the question: how do you become comfortable with a section? Well, you’ll need to read it more than once. Today I’m primarily discussing how to make your first reading as useful as possible, especially for future readings.

First off, I suggest reading through the section in its entirety on your first pass. There will be material you don’t understand, but that’s okay: spend a couple of minutes trying to understand it and then move on. During your first reading, you’re getting the lay of the land; you don’t have to understand everything perfectly (or even at all).

Along the way, I keep track of my understanding via sticky notes, flags, and index cards.

My Index Cards Strategy

I keep three types of index cards as I read, each with its own theme:

  1. Questions: This index card lists questions I think of while reading, usually organized by the page number on which I have the question. Questions include things like “What’s [specific terminology] mean?”,  or “Is this related to [some other topic]?”, or even as generic as “What is [this subsection] talking about?”
  2. Definitions: When a new word is introduced, I write it down on my definitions card. Beside each word I draw a bubble in one of three colors, with each color representing my current understanding of the word and related concepts: green means “fine as is”, orange means “could use attention”, and red means “absolutely needs attention.”
  3. Notations: Some textbooks use abbreviations or symbols that I don’t recognize, so I keep an index card of these notations for quick reference.

You can easily replace this system’s index cards with notebook pages or similar media. Whatever works best for you!

My Sticky Notes and Flags Strategy

Using sticky notes placed within the textbook, I summarize challenging paragraphs and recap important ideas. This process forces me to grapple with the text, ultimately resulting in nice one-sentence summaries. These summaries help concepts stick in my brain and are extremely useful on subsequent reads of the text. I also use sticky notes to write questions that I couldn’t fit on my questions card. For the most difficult passages, I use flags: a quick, wordless way of saying “What in the world is this author talking about???”

Post-Reading Analysis and Subsequent Reading

I love this system because it not only lets me know how I feel about the material, but also generates specific concrete tasks to better my understanding. The vague task that is “learn this subject” becomes the more manageable tasks of “answer these questions”, “learn these words”, and “summarize these topics.”

I try to do the first reading in a single study session (although it’s not imperative to do so). Then, in a separate study session, I look up topics and words that I struggled with. The internet is particularly useful for this! Once I’ve improved my understanding some, I begin reading through the section again, this time with a fine-toothed comb. I use the notes I made the first time as guidelines for where I should spend my time and energy.

It’s very likely that during my second (and subsequent) reads I’ll think of new questions or come up with new ways of recapping material; in that case, I record them just as I did during the first reading.

In this way, I keep revisiting material I don’t understand until I feel like I understand it; again, external resources can be very useful for this! I only consider the section completed once I have a solid understanding of the section’s terminology and big ideas. Chances are I’ll still have questions at that point, but that’s okay:

I aim to be comfortable with the material, which is not the same as understanding 100% of what’s written in the textbook.

So, yeah! That’s my method in a nutshell. I hope you find parts of it useful in your own studies!

Thanks for reading! I’m wishing you the best of luck!

his name was freddie

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wacky planters by btwceramics // small | large

i’m a sucker for hyper-colorful pottery, so these wackily-glazed planters are definitely up my alley! aren’t they aptly named? ;)

I will now relate events that took place in the 94th Olympiad, in the city of Athens. I am Hipparchos, son of Nicomakos, of the deme Euonymos, and though I am now old, I will never forget that day.

I was strolling with friends near the Acropolis when we heard the sky tear apart. An object of shining silver came out of the rent clouds and landed near us. Before our astonished eyes, a door opened, and someone, or something, came out.

“Your headman to take I toward,” said the little green man. We stared at him. Barbarians are, truly, getting stranger by the day.

He hit a box hanging around his neck.

“Take me to your leader,” he said, and now his tones were the purest Attic Greek.

“To Alexias?” I whispered to Pythodoros.

“No,” he replied, “better not bother him. Take him to Socrates.”

“Will he believe that Socrates is our leader?”

“He’s a barbarian,” Pythodoros said. “He won’t know any better.”

So we escorted the little green man to Socrates. All along the way there, he looked around curiously and scanned things with his little box, nodding excitedly as he did so.

Socrates was holding court before his little crowd.

“This is your leader?” the little green man said dubiously.

“He is preeminent among us for his mind,” said Pythodoros, laughing.

The little green man indicated agreement.

“Tell me,” said Socrates, “who are you among men?”

“I am not a man,” said the little green man.

Socrates nodded. “What is a man?” he asked.

Homo sapiens sapiens. Homo is the human genus, which also includes Neanderthals and many other extinct species of hominid; H. sapiens is the only surviving species of the genus Homo. Modern humans are the subspecies Homo sapiens sapiens, which differentiates them from what has been argued to be their direct ancestor, Homo sapiens idaltu. The ingenuity and adaptability of Homo sapiens has led to its becoming the most influential species on Earth. Homo sapiens sapiens inhabits the planet Terra, in the system Sol, in the Milky Way.”

Many of us were astonished at this speech, but Socrates only nodded again.

“And you are?” he said?

“I am an inhabitant of Xraxas 9, in the Andromeda Galaxy. I am krax kraxis! We laugh at homo sapiens’ feeble knowledge.”

Socrates nodded once more.

“What makes a man a man?” he said.

“Homo sapiens sapiens is distinguished by a lighter skeleton and a smaller brow ridge than homo sapiens neanderthalensis….” Krax continued in this vein for some time.

“Perhaps,” said Socrates. “But is it not behavior that makes a man, rather than his external appearance? Do you have cities on, ah, Xraxas 9?”

“Certainly, Socrates,” he said.

“And do we have cities here, on Terra?”

“Certainly, Socrates.”

“And is this city so different from your cities?”

“It is inferior!”

“What is inferiority?”

At this point Pythodoros sneaked away.

“You do not have the technology that we have. With a single finger, I could destroy your entire city.”

“But you are not doing so,” Socrates said mildly. “It is because first, you are acquainted with the nature of virtue, and second, you are disinclined to destroy your fellow humans.”

“I am not human.”

“What is humanity? It is not simply the form of this - ” his tongue stumbled over the unfamiliar syllables “ - homo sapiens sapiens. Is it not also, O man of Xraxas 9, in a shared language, and in shared spirit?”

“I do not speak your language.”

“But I can understand you,” replied Socrates. “What are you speaking, if not my language?”

“It is only through my superior technology that I can understand you.”

“But you acknowledge that we are not beasts? For beasts have no language.”

“I…do, Socrates.”

“And what distinguishes us from you, besides your size and color?”

“I….” The little green man trailed off. He pressed a button on his box and spoke in a guttural language. We heard the screaming in the sky again, and the silver object appeared.  The little green man went to join his fellows.

“We will be back!” he said, as they took off into the sky. “Perhaps not in your lifetime, and definitely not in his.” He pointed to Socrates. “But we will return!”

“Ah, Hipparchos,” Socrates said, turning to me. “I find this very instructive.”

I quickly made my excuses.

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Here’s my attempt at @redhotchilisimblr’s first Replica Challenge! I have to say, I really enjoyed it. The house looks like it would be easy, but it was tough to get the proportions right (I’m still not totally happy with them, but oh well), and I quit out of my game a couple of times to look for CC. ;-p This was also my second attempt after a failed one that I bulldozed. So it was definitely a challenge! 

The rules stated that I needed to decorate the porch and do landscaping but the backyard was optional so I skipped that for now. ;) (I did a little of the interior because I was in the mood for a little minimalist decorating.)

I built in Newcrest as the rules mandated, and I chose the colors of dark gray/moss green/white for my palette (though the gray looks a bit purple in these pics). Many thanks for redhotchilisimblr for a fun challenge! I’m ready for the next one. :)

anonymous asked:

what would the paladins' s/o's favourite part of them be? how would the paladins' react when they compliment it?

It’s Mod Enki again! :0 This was such a hoot to write thanks for sending it in!


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Shiro: His voice

  • Honestly he has a really soothing voice?? Good shit my guy. His s/o could listen to him talk about literally anything for hours and fall asleep to it. He could be reciting a recipe and it would probably be soothing as fuck. His s/o would probably like putting their head on his chest when he’s talking about some nonsense while cuddling because wow that b a s s. Very soothing vibrations I would super recommend 100/10
  • When his s/o first compliments him on it he’s like. What… What does this mean. He’s a very confused man pls explain to him in an at least 500 word paper, double space, Times New Roman 12 pt font by tomorrow. He doesn’t get it. It’s just his voice he doesn’t think it’s anything special it’s not like he has a special accent or anything. Extremely curious about what his s/o means. 
  • Develops a habit of humming a dumb tune when his s/o is around just for them. He never really understands it but he’s happy his s/o likes it so much. At least they’re never going to get sick of him rambling on from time to time? Or when they get into really weird discussions in the middle of the night when neither of them can sleep. It’s certainly something but more than anything it’s so something he would expect from his s/o. 

Lance: His smile

  • Lance has that trademark little shit smile that’s like really genuine but at the same time you h a t e it because he’s such a turd. Mostly his dumb grins/smirks/smiles are really amusing like have you ever paused lance at any time ever? Never has a bad angle or anything. Sure he looks like a walking shitpost but it’s endearing. You can’t deny smiling when this turd smiles it’s so magical. Or curse? Only you can decide.
  • When his s/o first compliments him on his smile guess what the first thing he does is?? S M I L E Like he can’t believe his s/o he’s so happy. But this means that he can shoot his s/o dumb smirks and shit and not get eyes rolled at him. Well, not from his s/o. Maybe the other team mates. Makes sure to always greet his s/o with a smile no matter what. It could be the worst day in the history of days and he’d still smile for his s/o. 
  • He’d be a little curious as to what his s/o means as well. He wants to know what exactly his s/o means so he can replicate it all the time for him. Give him those details my guy because call he wants to do is make his s/o happy. Honestly he’d try to tell his s/o that their smile was much better than his. Would tell them to smile more both ironically and unironically.

Keith: His eyes

  • Have you ever seen how pretty Keith’s eyes are. I’m dead serious look at him he looks like a puppy. He just has really soulful eyes when you look at him they’re just so piercing. Good shit. Not only because he constantly looks confused and concerned for what’s going on but also because he has a lot of emotion and you can definitely see it in those eyes of his. Gaze into the abyss my guy. Drink in that gaze of his.
  • He has no idea what his s/o means when they compliment his eyes. He thinks they’re messing with them for a while until they can really get the point across. Never really thought they were anything special because they’re not an exciting color or anything?? They’re not blue or green or hazel or any other weird color. Just calls his s/o silly or something of that caliber.
  • He doesn’t really understand what his s/o means until they’re both just looking at each other in some sort of small moment of peace and he can see so much adoration in his s/o’s eyes for him and he just kind of?? Explodes?? He GETS it now. Realizes how much can be said with just their eyes and develops certain looks just for his s/o to understand.

Hunk: His laugh

  • Hunk being super happy and laughing is just so pure it could probably cure illnesses. And also to a degree his sense of humor?? He’s a good noodle pls let him be happy and laugh from time to time it’s good for everyone’s health. Why would you ever want to deny anyone this joy like you can’t get this anywhere else. It’s just so special being able to make him laugh it’s almost like being chosen as king.
  • Hunk is such a nerd when his s/o compliments his laugh he probably overthinks it. He probably takes it as his laugh is funny or something and tries to reinvent how he laughs for a bit until his s/o notices. He’s so relieved when they elaborate and tell him that his laugh isn’t weird or anything it just makes his s/o so joyful. 
  • HE ALMOST CRIES like he’s SO happy and feels super honored?? He doesn’t know how exactly to take it but it’s usually a really good sign when someone says your laugh is their favorite thing about you. Makes it a point to joke around and get some giggles and laughs flowing with his s/o more when they have spare time. He also insists that his s/o’s laugh is better than his so they challenge each other to prove the other wrong. 

Pidge: Her hands

  • She probably has really tiny baby hands they’re probably really cute and soft and just overall a hoot. Just holding them is probably magical and it’s the most relaxing and chill gesture ever. Despite Pidge probably neglecting to bathe and what not because she’s such a night owl I 100% believe she cannot stand it when her hands are gross. If anything that’s the one thing she is the most adamant about is nice hands. Probably secretly has a lot of scented hand lotions.
  • When her s/o compliments her hands she’s honestly taken aback. Calls her s/o weird lmao like not even joking. Like Keith she thinks that her s/o is messing with her until she notices how much her s/o makes it a point to hold hands a lot. She doesn’t know what to do with this information and if she could she’d like to just shut down and analyze what her s/o means. 
  • If her s/o does stuff like kissing the back of her hands or kneading them she kinda stops working. There’s just something about it that’s both intimate and chill at the same time. It’s such a simple thing, too, so just lets her s/o do what they will. At some point she’ll ask exactly what they mean by their compliment because she’s honestly just so curious. 
The Styles Effect Pt. 2

Part One

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Warnings: Cursing, a little smut (teacher Harry), feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)

Summary:

Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name *Y/F/N = your friend’s name *Y/O/F/N= your other friend’s name

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The Happiest of Accidents (Jared Kleinman x Reader SMUT)

More smut (shocking) so I’m combining 4 and 8 on my queue cause 4 was just Fluffy smut? And 8 actually had a plot.

 Requests by: anon Enjoy! 


You know. This was never supposed to happen. You were never supposed to end up naked in someone else’s bed. Especially not if that someone was Jared Kleinman. But things don’t always go how their supposed to, especially not if they’re things happening to you. 


 You didn’t want to do this, dressing up for some stupid cruise dinner, all because your dad had to go for work. He said all you guys had to do was show face, than you could leave and never step foot on a cruise ship again, he lied. You were used to you dad lying by now but it didn’t change the fact that you really hated everything about this night. 

 You were wearing a dress and heels on a cruise ship, that was rocking way too much for your liking. You had to plaster on a fake smile for every single of of your dads colleagues until they stopped greeting you. You had to shake hands and make small talk about the weather or stocks. 

You were the only teenager here who wasn’t dressed like a preppy private school kid, you weren’t wearing pearls or the color salmon, you stuck out like a sore thumb. 

When your family went to sit at their assigned table, number 15. You went to the deck to watch the sunset against the ocean’s horizon. It was a beautiful sight, the sun dipping low onto the waters far edge, creating an ombré of reds and purples and every thing in between. You watched as the colors changed and the sun sank, enjoying the alone time. Until…. “Hey you do realize the Party is inside right?” A voice broke through the white noise of water lapping against the boat’s sides.

 "Really? Oh wow. I hadn’t even noticed. What a pity that I’m not inside, pretending like I give a shit and smiling at every old business guy who claims to know my father,“ you hissed wanting to be left alone. 

 Obviously this jerk-off didn’t notice or care, "What are you doing out here anyway, it’s just a sunset over a giant fish toilet. Or are you some kind of romantic who finds this shit fascinating?" 

 "I’ll have you know sunsets are beautiful, look at all of the colors and the way they melt into each other defying color theory. Look the yellow and blue are definitely touching, but they don’t make green! It’s amazing!" 

 "It’s not amazing! Are you stupid it’s not color theory it’s light theory, or whatever. Those aren’t paints they’re light waves so they won’t react the same. God your dad might be rich but he certainly isn’t sending you to a good school,” he laughed. 

 "I didn’t want to go to a good school, and I don’t care about whatever theory. I just wanted to watch the sunset,“ you growled back. Your father planned on having you swap schools when he got his raise and you refused, you’re too normal for private schooling. 

 He waited a moment and than started talking again, "Okay well than I guess we can watch the sunset,” he said, taking a seat on the bench next to you. You rolled you eyes but he didn’t say another word so you decided to let him stay. He was so quiet and sat so still that your forgot he was there, losing yourself in the setting sun. 

 He on the other hand couldn’t forget about you, he never could. When your father was promoted two years ago, you both found yourselves at a dinner party in celebration. You sat on opposite sides of the ballroom floor, in the large hotel the company rented. You didn’t see him, but he sure as hell had seen you, and once his eyes found your face, they rarely left it. 

There was just something about the way you held yourself, the way you kept you back straight and you head held high. It was strong and proud, but not rude or arrogant, you were there for you father but that didn’t mean you were going to be a brat for being forced to come. 

There was also something about the look on your face, the way your smile was welcoming but your eyes screamed that you wanted to leave. He wanted tried to look away and ignore your presence, but it was like you were the northern end of a magnet and his eyes were the south side.

 He spent the whole night working up the guts to talk to you, and once he did… you had left. After that night he was infatuated by you, and it felt like a blessing when he learned there was a Holiday Galla his family would be attending. 

There was a secret Santa chosen before hand and he had gotten your name. All of the kids and teens were given a room with a dance floor and junk food to hang out in, and at 11:00 would be the secret Santa. He was so excited to give your gift, until he realized you wouldn’t know who it was from.

 At 11 he watched you open the jewelry box and take out the bracelet, it was a bow to match the arrow necklace you always wore 

 He watched your eye light up as you had a friend help you put it on your wrist, they matched beautifully because he had to specially made for you, not that you would ever know. But the smile on your face made it worth the expense. 

As he sat there next to you, he could feel the anxiety running through his veins. He was so nervous that you’d call him a freak and start calling him out on stalking your Instagram and Facebook. He didn’t want to seem nervous so instead he sat as still as possible, he could feel you staring at him, and he could feel the swear accumulating on his palms. He slowly turned his head to look at you, expecting you to be ready to explode. 

But when his gaze landed on you, you were a million worlds away, lost in the sunset. The way the golden light made your skin look was amazing, the look in your eyes was perfect. You were lost in the setting sun and he was lost in you. “What the fuck are you staring at?"  The smile on your face had died, a grimace taking its place,

 "I um, I was, you just looked so, um, I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of his mouth lacking grace and delicacy.

 "I looked so what, ugly, horrific?“ You barked at him, your eyes misting.

 "You looked, beautiful. Like you were the only witness to the most amazing sight one human has ever laid eyes on,” you could see the awe on his face, this boy really meant what he said. 

 "Oh, well. Erm thank you, you’re not to bad yourself,“ you mumbled, blush creeping over your cheeks. 

 "Oh well umm,” he paused for a little too long, “I like your brac- necklace. I really like your necklace,” he stumbled. 

 "Oh thank you, I never got the chance to thank you for this bracelet, I absolutely love it by the way,“ your smile blew him away.

 "Oh you’re, you’re welcome!” He squeaked, just as he was about to ask how you knew he bought it when his phone rang. “No Ev I can’t join the party tonight, huh no I’m at that cruise dinner, I’ll play next time, goodbye Evan,” he sighed and tucked his phone away. 

 "You missin the big summer party?“

 "Huh, oh god no. Do I look like the kid who goes to actual parties. My friends and I. We have a-” his volume dropped drastically, “we have a game night we just peruse Steam and play some video games, it’s kinda lame,” he looked at his feet, embarrassed.

 "What kinda video games?“ 

 "Oh um Overwatch, GTA, Rocket League, that kinda stuff,” he mumbled. 

 "I bet I could beat you at all of those,“ you boasted, you didn’t know him very well be he peaked your interest. 

 "Oh you’re on! If you want we can skip the party after the boat docks and go to my house, and play video games, order take out?” He suddenly seemed happy again. 

 "I’ll take you up on that… IF you buy me take out!“ 

 "Of course, m'lady. I’m the man here!” He bragged. 

 "My dick is probably bigger than yours!“ "Oh well, we an check when we get to my house as well. If you’d like,” he said with a wink


  You told your mom you were going to your friends house, while Jared told his parents he felt sick and needed to go. You both met at his car, he played Starbomb on the way to his house, not bad music. Just different. 

His house was fucking huge, it had giant stone pillars at the entrance of the drive way and lights leading up to the front door. He parked in the giant four car garage and you went inside. The kitchen was big enough to be in a restaurant, the living room had a huge TV with surround sound and a shit load of DVDs. The hallways were covered in art, but not a single family photo, and the dining room was suited for a kingdom. You were in awe, Jared looked uninterested, he’d walked these halls his whole life, and to be honest he found the size of the house unnecessary and annoying. 

He lead you up to his room with a bottle of soda and cups in his hands. His room was small compared to the rest of the house, a futon, a desk with a computer, a large bookshelf, a TV with many gaming consoles around it and some game disks, and a closet. 

 "Take of your jacket and shoes, make yourself at home,“ he said as he took a seat at his desk to remove his dress shoes. You took off your heels and put them with the rest of the shoes by his bedroom door, and you cast his suit jacket you borrowed on to the back of his desk chair. You sat on the futon that was currently a bed, while he turned on the TV and picked a game. 

 "How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart?" 

 And that’s how it began, what started as a calm game of Mario Kart turned into a very competitive game of Mario Kart.

 What started as sitting a foot apart on a futon became sitting with your sides pressed against the others, in order to shove the other and slide into first. 

What started as a hand on a thigh to distract the boy next to you, became a hand-job through his suit pants. 

What started as a crush and a bracelet became, so. Much. More. He leaned back, giving you the full area of his package. You rubbed slower, moving your body up level with his, and began kissing him. His lips were soft against yours, you moved in unison, said they had met a million times before. His hands slid up your legs, trying to get under the dress you were wearing, but his hands couldn’t get back your hip bones. 

 "What the actual fuck is going on with your clothing?” He asked leaning away from you. 

 "It’s not stretchy. It has a zipper on the back,“ you held back a laugh. 

 "Fuck. This was supposed to be romantic, like I’d slowly take off your dress to reveal your sexy lingerie, than you’d rip open my shirt, buttons flying off sexily, ya know?” He said, a bit too seriously. 

 "Well Jared, my dress won’t come off like that, I’m not wearing sexy lingerie, and you’re shirt won’t be fervently ripped from your muscles,“ you rolled you eyes at his fantasy.

 "Oh but I bet you’d like to see my six pack, if you can find it under all of my rolls,” he boasted, faking confidence. 

 "I like your rolls just fine, I have ones of my own. Together we’re a matching set!“ You tried to make him less uncomfortable in the room with you. He smile and kissed you again, his lips dipping down to your neck, one of his hands stroking your thigh. You pushed him onto his back, straddled his hips and pretended to rip open his shirt.

 "Ha you wish Kleinman, I have other ideas,” you kissed his neck and unbuttoned a single button, you slowly made your way down opening his shirt slowly, leaving hickys in your wake. He watched you do this, trying not to moan too loudly, god he wanted you so bad. You finished with his shirt and unbuttons his dress pants, you sat up and pulled them down his legs. You crawled back up and kissed him passionately, gently removing the shirt from his shoulders and pulling it off as you got off the bed. 

 He had been working on unzipping your dress the whole time and it was low on your back. You reached behind and pulled the zipper all the way down. You pulled it from your shoulders and let it cascade to the wood floor. You attempted to saunter out of the ring it had made but it was to no avail, your foot caught on the bundled fabric and you fell forward, Jared sitting up fast enough to catch you. 

 "Looks like you’re just falling all over me (y/n),“ he whispered pulling you on to him and kissing your neck. His hands finally getting to run down your bare sides. "Also I find your nude brassiere to be the sexiest lingerie,” his hands were all over you, you threw your leg over him and began grinding against his hard shaft. 

His fingers went to woke on your bra clasps, once he had successfully opened them he slid it down your arms and threw its across the room. 

 "Is the drama really necessary?“ You wanted to be able to find that one day. 

"Of fucking course it is (y/n). If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight that it’s going to be dramatic as fuck!” He looked at you appalled, because you had THE NERVE to ask him not to chuck your underwear. 

You were about to yell back when the sensation of his mouth flicking against your nipple cut you off. He took your other breast in his hand and rubbed your other nip with his thumb. He bit down softly on one and you let out a moan, his hips bucked in response. You threw your head back in pleasure, you’d never felt something so good. 

 "Oh god. Jared. Oh fuck,“ you moaned. He let go of your breast and hooked his thumbs on your panties, you shoved him on to the futon and began rubbing your wet cunt over his very excited member threw to layers of underwear. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, he pushed you off and ripped your panties down your legs. He spread your thighs and inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly, your lower half was quaking at the sudden contact. Moans came out of your mouth like they were flowing from a waterfall. He curled them, hitting your G-Spot just right. 

 "I-Uhhh I thought your were a vigin,” you stated between moans. “I’m a visual learner sweetheart, and I’ve been taking visual lessons from Pornhub since I was 12,” he replied taking his fingers from your core and getting up. He strode to his computer desk opened a drawer and returned to you holding an aluminum package. You snatched it from his hands and read it, "Gotta Catch em’ all" was printed on it with a pokéball. You giggled and he ripped it open, pinching the tip and rolling it down his considerable length. 

“(Y/n) I’ve liked you for so long, and I really hope you’re okay with all of this,” “God Jared please just fuck me, I want you so bad. All of you. Even the rolls,” you smiled at him. He lined himself up and slid into you, moaning as he did so. He felt so good inside of you, he pulled out and thrusted back in slowly, his hips developed a rhythm and yours learned to match, it was slow but it felt so right. His shaft filling you up and hitting you just in the right spot. 

He noticed your right hand touching your clit and pulled it off, sucking your fingers and rubbing you instead. You pulled him down, kissing him as your both built up orgasms, he began speeding up, roughly grabbing your boob, the sensation of him hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, and playing with your breast was enough to throw you over the edge. Your walls tightened around him and you came, hard. Moaning his name as it washed over you, his thrusts became sloppier. 

 "Oh god (y/n) you’re so fucking tight. Oh you feel so good. Mmmm fucking heaven,“ he moaned as his orgasm built up. "OH GOD Ummmhhhhhh, ooohhhh my god you’re uhhh amazing, oh yes yes yessss,” he came, his orgasm better than ever, you felt just right against him. He pulled out and kissed you, than he cleaned himself up quickly. He pulled you up to his pillows and held you in his arms. You fell together, a mass of tangled limbs, in his small bed.


  When you woke up two hours later and it was to yelling. 

 "-MY BOSSES DAUGHTER, YOU SKIP A PARTY TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSSES DAUGHTER. I HOPE IT WAS FUCKING GOOD CAUSE IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS YOU'L BE GROUNDED FOR SO LONG YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER NAKED WOMAN AGAIN!“ Jared’s dad screamed, a vein popping out of his forehead, the skin around it bright red. He stomped out of the room, slamming door, and leaving Jared and you alone.

 "I’m sorry,” you muttered, afraid this was your fault. 

 "Ha I’m not, your dad won’t find out and even if he does you were worth it,“ he smiled wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled together all night, happy to be together. Maybe things weren’t supposed to happen like this, but they went better this way. 

 "Oh I never did ask, how’d you know I got you that bracelet?”


 Requests are closed.

Lightsaber Colors and their Meanings -

I went looking for this information because I have a character in my newest Star Wars story who needed a pair of lightsabers. I wanted her to stand out from the other blues and greens, but purple didn’t fit her personality. Anyway, this information was complied from multiple sites and definitions. 

Blue - This color belongs to those Jedi known as Guardians. They tend to be the most visible of the Jedi and spend their time overtly protecting the galaxy. Wielders of this color blade tend to specialize their fighting styles and are more likely to practice “aggressive negotiations”. 

Known Wielders: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Solo

Green - Green tends to be used by the Jedi Consulars. These individuals tend to be more interested in negotiating than in fighting. That isn’t to say that they never use their blades, simply that they will try to talk their way our before resorting to violence. They tend to be more grounded than the wielders of other colors. 

Known Wielders: Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka Tano (The Clone Wars)

Yellow - Wielders of the Yellow blades are known as Jedi Sentinels. They lend an existence so secretive that most don’t know about them. Like the Guardians, they have dedicated themselves to the protection of the galaxy, but prefer to avoid the public light. Sentinels prefer to use technology, tracking, espionage, and surveillance to remove traces of the Dark Side from the galaxy. 

Known Wielders: Bastilla Shan, Plo Koon

Red - Used primarily by the Sith Lords, the color of the Red lightsabers are caused by the synthetic crystals used to form the blade. This causes the crystals to be specially tuned to the use of the Dark Side. 

Known Wielders: Every Sith Lord

Purple - Purple blades tend to favor wielders who have connections or had connections with the Dark Side. This could be people who returned from the Dark Side, were Dark Acolytes, or use Dark Side techniques. 

Known Wielders: Mace Windu, Mara Jade Skywalker, Jaina Solo

Orange - Oranges blades are wielded by those Jedi who bridge the gap between the Consulars and the Guardians. They use both negotiation and combat to resolve situations, and are highly adept at both. Orange is another color used by the Sentinels, but wielding an orange blade does not necessarily make one a Sentinel. 

Known Wielders: Plo Koon, Mandalorian Knights, Yaddle

Gold - Gold lightsabers tend to be favored by those who are strong in the Light Side of the Force. It is a rare color, and appears very rarely. This could be because it is often confused with yellow and orange. The differences can be seen if the three colors are held up together, but are harder to see when viewed separately. 

Known Wielders: Qu-Rhan

Bronze - Bronze has only appeared once. That being said, it appears to be favored by wielders of great physical strength. 

Known Wielders: Lowbacca 

Silver - Those who wield silver blades tend to be the calmest of the Jedi. They appear to be the most in tune with the Living Force. 

Known Wielders: Corran Horn

White - Often confused with silver, white blades are confusing in and of themselves. The majority of those who wield this color blade seem to be dogmatic and narrow minded. They appear to serve a master or a group with complete and utter devotion. This however, would not explain Ahsoka Tano wielded two white lightsabers in the new Rebels series. 

Known Wielders: The Red Guard (Palpatine’s personal guard), Ahsoka Tano (Rebels)

Black - Similar to the white blades, the handful of individuals who have wielded black blades have been very narrow-minded in their view of the Force. Unlike those who wield white blades, however, those who wield black blades seem to operate alone, claiming no allegiance to any cause, ideal, group, or individual other than themselves. There is only one known instance of its appearance, and it is generally regarded as the rarest color. 

Known Wielders: Pre Vizsla (Mandalorian Death Watch Leader)

These are the main categories of lightsaber colors. There are variations, such as Magenta (the color of Mara Jade’s first lightsaber and a variation of the color purple), Cyan (a variation of the color blue), and Pink (possibly a variation of purple or red). There are rumors of lightsabers whose blades have a black core and color around the outside, but they appear to have been more common around the time of the Clone Wars and no famous Jedi used one. There is also a rumor of mixed color blades, which as some support since one of the Jedi Knights who fought at the First Battle of Geonosis lost his padawan during that same fight and added her lightsaber crystal to his own lightsaber alongside his own. 

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IT’S MARDI GRAS B*TCHAS! 🎉

Gonna enjoy my life here in Nola. It’s definitely my fav season of the year. Some people call it national show your boobies day here in the Big Easy. 😁

Well let’s party!

Old Souls and New Colors (Lafayette x Reader x Peggy)

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Cursing, Sex Mentions

Request: Laf x Peggy x Reader Soulmate Au??

A/N: enjoy! (i tried my best?)


“Ah, the typical scenario: Boy meets girl, or guy, man falls in love with girl, girl finds out he’s not her soulmate. Disappointed, she spends the rest of her life thinking about him, even though they aren’t really meant to be together. And fluff and angst, weeks later, she calls him up again, and she forgives him. Not really a happy ending, until the credits roll, and we see her with him, or she finally sees her soulmate, and breaks it off with him. Am I right?”

Elizabeth stared at you, exasperated, “Honestly, how do you guess all of this? Are you a psychic? Is that black and white vision getting to you?” She asked, looking at you, “You know, I’m really sorry for your soulmate. You’re mean, and a jerk. Maybe they’re the same way.”

You laughed, buying the popcorn. Elizabeth insisted on going to the movies with you, although you would have rather went alone. You were best friends. she was the one to find her soulmate first. Alexander Hamilton. The man who would never shut up, no matter how much you tried to convince him.

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Here is my final product. This is a picture of Antisepticeye 💚

The original picture was a digital drawing by Page250Jane on YouTube and Twitter. Please go subscribe to her on YouTube! She does amazing artwork on livestreams, and awesome Anti and/or Dark AMVs! All of her artwork is on her Twitter, including the original digital drawing of what I drew, and it’s beautiful.

I decided to draw her original, but change a few things, such as hands, colors, mouth, and other small things, but this concept is all her, so I won’t take credit for anything except for the fact that I did draw and color all that is shown in this picture.

With that now out of the way, I’m very proud of what I did here. It took four days to finish, and I’m so happy with the outcome. The hands are mine; I had to take so many weird pictures to get the angle correct. Skin tone was hell. Colored pencils aren’t the easiest to work with because once you put down a color, you can’t really go back, so highlighting was a bitch. I had to leave the parts I wanted to highlight void of color until I was ready to highlight, which was very difficult, but worth it in the end.

I’m thankful to Jane for this inspiration to draw again, and I’m so thankful to @therealjacksepticeye for being such an amazing, sweet, lovable person. 💚💙

Center of Gravity

Summary: A small scene about the aftermath of Betty’s and Jughead’s kiss. Takes place after they find Jason’s car and notify Sherriff Keller.

(I’m not neglecting you prompts, I promise!! Just this idea came to my head and I had to write it! Hope you all like it!!!)

They are at the police station and the air is filled with questions and disapproving looks towards both of them but mostly towards him, the boy with the jet black hair and the funny looking beanie. He gets it; being the son of Forsythe Jones isn’t really appreciated in the Riverdale police department. But he is here to help, both of them are, so the Sherriff has the good sense to offer them some hot tea and two blankets to warm their soaked forms as they explain again and again how they knew about Jason’s car, who told them, why they went there, where this there was.

The off the record interrogation is finally over and they are let alone in the small office, watching from the semi glass wall as Sherriff Keller is pacing up and down in his own office across them, giving orders to some deputies, making calls and writing down theories and facts. Jughead steals a small glance at the blonde next to him, slouching at the very end of the olive green leather couch, uncharacteristically away from him and his personal space, clutching her mug on her freezing hands and having her green eyes focused on the man across them, studying his every move. She fears that he’s going to involve her parents again, that he will let them now about their daughter’s Nancy Drew activities, but what she fears more is how involved in this will be her sister; the last thing Polly needs right now is police officers marching on her room and pestering her with questions during her grieving state.

Jughead brings his own eyes to examine his fingers. Is she shocked by what they found in the woods? Is she bumped that she didn’t have the change to fawn over Archie on stage? Or, worse, is she avoiding him? He had sure blown it. He made a move on her way too fast, she probably isn’t even over Archie yet and definitely she sees him as a close friend and nothing more. Stupid Jughead with your stupid urges and your stupid hopes getting up for nothing.

He doesn’t regret it. If anything he got a glimpse of what it is to have a taste of the perfection that is Betty Cooper; to catch a small moment of raw intensity and brush his fingertips against the edges of his long-term fantasy about him and her sharing the same level of affection. He felt alive in that kiss, like a new man, exhilarated and born again, like all those years before her didn’t exist, like he was just living in grey and that moment he got drowned in colors. What he does regret is this feeling of bitter emptiness that fills his chest at that very moment and it stings badly, even though he felt it a lot of times in the past and even though part of him was prepared for facing emotional rock bottom once again.

He steals another glance; she still looks focused on the action out of the small room they occupy. He hates the silence; he of all people hates the silence. He wants her to say something, even reject him and his earlier confession of heart. That way he will have something concrete, something that will shutter his heart in million pieces but at least it would make him stop thinking and overanalyzing and being in that constant loop of thinking that he knows everything but in the end he knows nothing.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” Her words come crashing down between them and Jughead gets startled by her soft voice that breaks the unwanted silence and disrupts his sea of thoughts.

He opens his mouth to say something but he feels a chock paralyzing his tongue so he just nods curtly, hoping to not appear as hurt as he feels.

“I wish we had that kiss at another time, in another place.” Jughead finds her voice rather steady and sure and he thinks that she doesn’t have second thoughts about maybe giving him a chance. There is another nod from his part; he was never good with spoken words and right now even a pen and paper wouldn’t help him express the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Because truly that was the best kiss someone could experience in a lifetime.” Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence and it throws him off, sending his head flying to face her for the first time since they had set foot in that ugly colored room.

“You think so?” he doesn’t even recognize his voice, small and softer than it was earlier in her room, the emotions giving it an odd thickness. His heart flatters as he waits for her next answer and at that moment he knows he is doomed, a hopeless victim to her breathtaking green eyes and their hints of blues and greys. Their color is a mystery to him, his feeling for her the same.

Betty only nods, chin wobbling and head dropping to the floor, as two tears form a straight line from her eyelashes to the rusty tiles that lie underneath her ankle boots. “I’m so caught up in this bubble that’s seconds from being popped violently and that seems to make me pass out on things that are big events in my life.”

His heart flatters again at the description she sets for their electrifying moment. She is definitely the biggest event in his lonesome and boring life. But big is everything around them right now, big secrets, big scandals, big revelations and big scares them both, two sixteen year old kids trying to find themselves in a world that everyone labels as big. “We can go small, timid. One step at a time, even half if you want.” He proposes with soft eyes gazing her profile and, for the first time it seems that life decides to offer him a smile in the form of an agreeing nod from the girl that, up until now, only got to have in his wildest dreams.  

“You keep me grounded, Juggie. Just like gravity; you’re pulling me to your safe place when everything is madly twirling around me.” Betty looks him in the eyes and he understands. There’s a pull, an unbreakable urge to stay connected and he relishes to it, even if the heavy feeling against his chest scares the hell out of him. “When you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away.” Yeah, he understands that very much so.

“I wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” The raven haired boy confesses and sends her one of his signature glares, those intense ones that he only keeps for her and they cause a gorgeous chaos of intense emotions inside her chest.

“Now I came to understand that I did want that too, badly.” She shivers and it’s not from the cold or the clingy wet clothes she wears; it’s from his stare and the rerun of their first kiss inside her head. She finds herself closing the space that she had left between them on the couch and brings her hand on his cheek, caressing the cold skin and brushing away some dripping black waves.

He keeps staring down at her and he isn’t sure what to do. His body is telling him to go for it once again but his mind interferes and advices him to hold his horses, be timid as he promised. He feels the feather light breath of hers against his lips and his eyes flatter close, and if he still had a heart he would swear that it will jump off his chest and escape. But his heart is on her hands now and he prays that she is delicate with it because he doesn’t know how many more plasters and stitches it can handle.

She finally closes the inch between them, soft lips meeting sore and chapped ones, and the feel is indeed magnetic, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with each other. It brings a tiny whine on Betty’s lips and Jughead sighs all his nerves and his frustration away, slender fingers coming to dance over her waist lightly, him testing the waters and wanting to touch her, to confirm that she is real. She loves it and her thump brushes lightly over his cheekbone, both angling their heads and sharing some sweet, loving pecks with each other.

“My very own center of gravity…” Jughead murmurs inside the kiss and he feels her hum on his thirsty lips, a pleased smile curling her rosy bubblegum ones and being the sight Jughead comes across as he decides to step back into reality and open his eyes. They put their love on hold once again, the world around them revolving in spinning circles and leaving them no choice but to hop on for a ride, but this time they are going to be ok.

Gravity is an unbreakable force.

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Better late than never! Here’s my attempt at @redhotchilisimblr‘s replica challenge. It’s definitely not my usual style so it was quite a challenge! It’s built in Newcrest and I was really inspired by all the green colors in the palette. I like how it matches the red brick foundation. Thanks for the great challenge redhotchilisimblr! Next week I hope to start a little earlier. ^_^

anonymous asked:

I love your comic Yellow Hearts, and how every page looks like it could be its own poster! How do you choose your colors to make sure everything harmonizes? Do you pick a color palette or make things up as you go?

First of all, thank you!! I love color, so this is one of my favorite things to talk about :D

I do have a color palette, but for this comic it’s a bit looser than I usually go! I’ve actually refined the palette a lot in the last couple of months, so this will be specifically about how I’m choosing color nowadays rather than for earlier pages, but the general idea still holds:

Basically I put together an image board of photos, drawings, and color schemes that feel ‘right’ for the story, and then refer back to it whenever I’m not sure what direction to go with the color.

Sometimes it’s nice to use the color picker, just to check myself, but often it’s more the idea that I’m going for than the specific hex code–for Yellow Hearts, I like bright yellows and oranges and golds, + teal blues, + grayish blues, and then a fair amount of light pink and magenta thrown in for lighting and characters. I’ve recently thrown out the use of bright greens, dark purples, and yellowish-browns. They just don’t fit!

For me, picking a palette also means choosing how much I use any given color, too. So for the yellows and oranges and golds, I try to keep it to a splash of color, like an accent, rather than trying to paint the whole scene in an orange hue. (This is something I did do with earlier pages, and have decided to step away from because it too easily swerved into muddy lighting.)

I’ve recently been experimenting with painting characters/figures in complimentary colors to their surroundings, and I’m pretty happy with how that’s working out. Contrast is always good, especially with detailed bgs like I use–I want the figures to stand out, but I still want to put all kinds of world-building and interest in their surroundings.

The last thing I’ll note is that actual color (the specific hex code I’m using) doesn’t necessarily match the perceived color–for example, I can make a number of objects look golden in comparison with their surroundings, when the actual hex code is more of a grayish, pinkish color. It’s the same principle as blue dress vs gold dress–it’s about how our brains decide what color something is based on the colors around it: 

Originally posted by lunaticyuno

Anyway, all this is just to say that choosing a color palette has a lot more to do with atmosphere than limiting the kinds of things you’re ‘allowed’ to draw. I threw out bright green (the hex code) but that doesn’t mean that I can’t draw green trees, it just means that I’m using tricks of the eye to imply that they’re green rather than choosing a truly lime green color, so that the overall impression may be a grayish blue scene, even while individual objects still have a perceived color (green). This is sort of complicated stuff to explain, and I’m not sure I even fully understand the science behind it, but you can also see it in action whenever the sun goes down or we turn a light on and off.

(I hope that doesn’t sound too patronizing–it’s so fun to figure this stuff out, and even when I know this is how it works, the reality is that I still sometimes go straight for that green hex code when I want to draw a green tree. It takes practice to train your brain to see color in a different way!)

Hope that helps! If you like this kind of stuff, definitely check out my Patreon! I talk about these kinds of things all the time, with better examples and such, and I’m happy to answer specific questions from patrons, even if I don’t usually have time to do involved responses on Tumblr.