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Friendly reminder for aspiring artists: If you’re worried about your abilities, this is a friendly reminder that all artists without exception draw crappy stuff. The Internet is wonderful for learning, but it’s easy to get discouraged when you don’t see the blood, sweat, tears, and hardship that got an artist to where they’re at. Crappy art is a stepping stone to art you can really be proud of so it shouldn’t be embarrassing. When it comes down to art, it’s the work that really matters. The skills come alongside discipline and a willingness to learn.

EDIT FOR CLARITY:
Right Volpina: Good
Left Volpina: Hot mess. Holy god.

Case in point:
-That lineart is VERY smudgy and all over the place
-Lips don’t really operate like that
-WEE BABY EAR
-The gradient of Volpina’s hair isn’t so much a gradient as it is horrendous color blocking
-The orange colored pencil shading looks extremely forced, very clumpy, and very unnatural and messy.

I realize that some people might think the profile shot is good, but here’s the thing: I know what I can do, and this is NOT up to snuff. Seriously. I could do this grade when I was much younger. It’s okay for me to call my art bad when I know it’s bad, but normally the Left Volpina wouldn’t be something I’d dream of posting to tumblr so I figured what better reason to? 

Art’s really, really hard and really, really rewarding, but it takes so much work, and left Volpina is part of that to make Right Volpina (which I actually quite like).

Not fair : Louis smut

“Y/N, I have to go to the studio.” Louis smirked as he spoke against my neck. I shuddered from the kisses he had previously been leaving all over it. “Ughh,” I groaned, “Not fair babe.” “What’s not fair?” He lifted an eyebrow up at me as I ran my hands down his back. “You can’t just tease me and leave me like this.” “Sorry darling, I have to go,” He chuckled at the frustrated groans leaving my lips. I felt him tug out of my grip before he sat on the edge of our bed to tie his shoes. I sat up from my previous position of laying down on the bed. “You’re the worst,” I pouted, crossing my arms. A laugh rumbled in his chest as I turned away from him. “When I’m back we can do whatever you’d like,” He whispered in my ear before biting it softly. I pushed him away from me. “Just go to the studio.” He laughed. “Okay fine darling. I’ll be back tonight.” “Whatever,” I huffed. Yes, I was being childish. Who cares? The door closed with a click as Louis got in his car. I watched him drive away and sighed realizing that I was going to be alone at the house for hours.

~3 hours later~ I’ve been sitting in the same spot in our bedroom basically since Louie left the house. Thankfully, I grabbed my laptop and had been watching some YouTube videos as well as scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr. As I was looking at some of my mentions on twitter, I noticed a fan had tweeted me a link to tumblr. “@y/t/n You’ve got to see this!” So, naturally, I clicked the link to see what was so important. When the link loaded up on my computer, I found fanfiction. I was a bit confused by why this girl would send me this, but I was also curious, so I began to read. After reading for about 5 minutes, I was a hot mess. Holy shit these fans know how to write this stuff well. I continued to scroll through smut and found one about a phone sex kink. It gave me a bit of an idea… Hmmm, Louis’s gonna regret teasing me this morning.

Louis’s POV:

“Alright mate, that was great!” zayn told me when I was done with the drum track. “Yeah thanks,” I replied as I came out of the recording booth, “I’m gonna go chill for a bit.” “Right, it’s harry’s turn anyway.” I went and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the corner of the room. As soon as I sat down on the couch I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I set down my water bottle to answer the phone call. When I looked at the screen, I saw Y/N’s caller ID show up. I smiled and answered the phone. “Hey Y/N,” I chirped. “Hey baby,” she replied. She talked with an odd tone to her voice. “What’s up?” “I miss you Louie.” I smiled at the sweet confession. “I miss you too babe.” “No Louie,” she stated in a breathy tone, “I MISS you.” “What do yo—” “I need you so bad right now.” “Babe—” “Louis, I want you so bad baby. I want you to come home and do whatever I want like you promised.” I looked up and covered the microphone with my hand as I scanned the room. “Hold on babe.” I got up and walked out of the building towards the pool outside. As soon as I was alone, I took my hand off of the phone. “Babe, you can’t be serious right now?” “Louie,” she moaned out. “Fuck,” I replied, “are you touching yourself?” “Oh Louis baby.” “Y/N!” A growl left my throat, “I said ‘are you fucking touching yourself.’” “Maybe,” she whimpered as she (I assumed) continued touching herself, “Louie baby I need you so bad right now. Please come home. I need you in me. I can’t do nearly as good a job as you can. Mmmmm.” “Fuck,” I muttered more to myself than to her, “I’ll, I’ll see what I can do.” She moaned through the phone again and I shuddered from the sound. “Thanks baby. Hurry home.” “Don’t think you’ll be getting off of the hook this easily.” And with that, I ended the phone call. I walked back inside of the studio and quickly went to the restroom. Of course I had a fucking boner. Damn it! When I exited the bathroom I made a dash for my hoodie and put it on. It was just long enough to cover my ‘problem’. When I was sure no one would notice my ‘buddy’, I grabbed my keys and went to the boys. “Hey guys,” I started, “I just got a call from Y/N and she’s not feeling well, so I’m gonna go check on her. Is that okay?” “Yeah dude that’s fine,” Liam answered, “You’re done with the drum track anyway, right?” “Yeah. I’m gonna go ahead then. Can you guys let harry know?” “Course mate. Tell her we hope she feels better,” zayn chimed in. “Alright I will,” I nearly started laughing, “Later lads.” I walked out of the studio towards my car and got in. As soon as I sat down I let out a breath, thank god they didn’t see my boner. I started the car and drove home quickly to my provocative girlfriend.

Y/N POV:

I was sitting in the bed with my phone next to me just in case Louis called again when out of nowhere the bedroom door slammed open. Louis was standing in the doorway and I could see his chest rising and lowering from his breathing. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” he growled as he approached the bed, “Do you know how fucking hard it is to drive with a boner?” I giggled. Louis was now facing me as he stood at the end of the bed. He smirked before quickly grabbing my ankles and pulling me forward. I squealed from the sudden movement. Soon he was knelt in front of me as he dipped his head towards my neck. He sucked and nipped at it before kissing the bruised skin. He chuckled at my excited groans when he talked into my neck. “I told you to wait for me to come home later baby. You’re an impatient girl. Now you’re gonna have to be punished love,” I moaned loudly at the thought. His words made me even hungrier for his attention. “Louis I—” “Uh uh, you will not make a sound unless I say so,” I nodded. “Now, scoot back towards the headboard,” I did as I was told, “Lay on your back.” As I obeyed him he hovered over me and reached down to lift my—his shirt off of my legs. He groaned out loud. “Shit babe, no underwear? Fuck,” he let out a throaty moan as I blushed and shook my head no, “God, what am I gonna do with you?” With that be dipped his head down and delved into my heat. His tongue came in contact with my clit. He rolled it around with his tongue in slow circles, speeding up every couple of seconds. I bit my lip hard trying not to let a sound out of my mouth. Suddenly, his tongue was inside of me licking and sucking. He licked a stripe straight up my heat before pushing his tongue right back in, quickly darting it in and out of me. I reached down and grabbed Louis’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer to my aching core. “Fuck Louie,” I whispered, the pleasure too much for me. All of a sudden I felt him tug away from my grip and (more importantly) my dripping core. “Ah ah ah love,” he scolded me breathily as I whimpered, “I said no noises and that includes talking.” “But baby—” “No,” his voice was husky and his tone gruff, “Stay still, I’ll be right back.” Louis got up and walked out of the room. All I heard was a bit of rummaging around and a few muttered curses from him. When he came back into the room, his hands were behind his back. “Close your eyes.” “Why should—” “I said fucking close your eyes Y/N,” his voice was calm and deep. I nodded my head before closing them. I felt the bed dip and then I felt cool metal around my wrists. My eyes flew open. “What the fu-” The bastard had handcuffed me to the bed, “Louis.” “Stop talking,” With that he rammed his length into me, “Do you like that baby? Huh? Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” His hand came down to toy with my clit as he continued to pound into me. He leaned down and connected his lips to my neck, sucking and biting all over. I could feel the bruises begin to develop. That’s when I felt it, the beginnings of my orgasm. My walls clenched around Louis and he moaned at the feeling. “Fuck baby, do that again.” I could tell his was nearing his orgasm so I clenched a couple more times. “Speak baby.” “Oh fuck Louie, shit,” I cursed, relieved that I could finally talk, “Right there baby.” “Shit shit shit,” he half yelled, half moaned. “God I’m coming Louis,” I groaned as a series of curses left my lips accompanied by his name. “Me too baby, let it go.” And with that we both felt ourselves release. “Louis Louis Louis baby,” I moaned out. “Oh my fucking god.” When we both came down from our highs, Louis rolled over and off of me. “That was—” “Amazing,” he finished for me. “Yeah, maybe I should get you worked up more often,” I giggled. “Haha, no,” he replied, giving me a pointed look, “I’m gonna go back to the studio.” “Noooooo,” I whined. “Yessssss,” he mocked me as he got up and began to redress himself, “Bye baby, thanks for the fun!” He winked before kissing my forehead. “Bye darling,” I sighed as he walked out of the door. Before he closed the door I suddenly remembered something, “Louis! Wait! You forgot to remove the handcuffs!

Not Fair (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Okay so I actually write smut but I’ve never posted it here on tumblr. I usually just post it on my Instagram account but I thought that the 5SOS smut tag is shit so I though I’d add some stuff so… Here it is.

“Y/N, I have to go to the studio.” Ashton smirked as he spoke against my neck. I shuddered from the kisses he had previously been leaving all over it. “Ughh,” I groaned, “Not fair babe.” “What’s not fair?” He lifted an eyebrow up at me as I ran my hands down his back. “You can’t just tease me and leave me like this.” “Sorry darling, I have to go,” He chuckled at the frustrated groans leaving my lips. I felt him tug out of my grip before he sat on the edge of our bed to tie his shoes. I sat up from my previous position of laying down on the bed. “You’re the worst,” I pouted, crossing my arms. A laugh rumbled in his chest as I turned away from him. “When I’m back we can do whatever you’d like,” He whispered in my ear before biting it softly. I pushed him away from me. “Just go to the studio.” He laughed. “Okay fine darling. I’ll be back tonight.” “Whatever,” I huffed. Yes, I was being childish. Who cares? The door closed with a click as Ashton got in his car. I watched him drive away and sighed realizing that I was going to be alone at the house for hours.

~3 hours later~ I’ve been sitting in the same spot in our bedroom basically since Ash left the house. Thankfully, I grabbed my laptop and had been watching some YouTube videos as well as scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr. As I was looking at some of my mentions on twitter, I noticed a fan had tweeted me a link to tumblr. “@y/t/n You’ve got to see this!” So, naturally, I clicked the link to see what was so important. When the link loaded up on my computer, I found fanfiction. I was a bit confused by why this girl would send me this, but I was also curious, so I began to read. After reading for about 5 minutes, I was a hot mess. Holy shit these fans know how to write this stuff well. I continued to scroll through smut and found one about a phone sex kink. It gave me a bit of an idea… Hmmm, Ashton’s gonna regret teasing me this morning.

Ashton’s POV: “Alright mate, that was great!” Calum told me when I was done with the drum track. “Yeah thanks,” I replied as I came out of the recording booth, “I’m gonna go chill for a bit.” “Right, it’s Luke’s turn anyway.” I went and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the corner of the room. As soon as I sat down on the couch I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I set down my water bottle to answer the phone call. When I looked at the screen, I saw Y/N’s caller ID show up. I smiled and answered the phone. “Hey Y/N,” I chirped. “Hey baby,” she replied. She talked with an odd tone to her voice. “What’s up?” “I miss you Ash.” I smiled at the sweet confession. “I miss you too babe.” “No Ash,” she stated in a breathy tone, “I MISS you.” “What do yo–” “I need you so bad right now.” “Babe–” “Ashton, I want you so bad baby. I want you to come home and do whatever I want like you promised.” I looked up and covered the microphone with my hand as I scanned the room. “Hold on babe.” I got up and walked out of the building towards the pool outside. As soon as I was alone, I took my hand off of the phone. “Babe, you can’t be serious right now?” “Ash,” she moaned out. “Fuck,” I replied, “are you touching yourself?” “Oh Ashton baby.” “Y/N!” A growl left my throat, “I said ‘are you fucking touching yourself.’” “Maybe,” she whimpered as she (I assumed) continued touching herself, “Ash baby I need you so bad right now. Please come home. I need you in me. I can’t do nearly as good a job as you can. Mmmmm.” “Fuck,” I muttered more to myself than to her, “I’ll, I’ll see what I can do.” She moaned through the phone again and I shuddered from the sound. “Thanks baby. Hurry home.” “Don’t think you’ll be getting off of the hook this easily.” And with that, I ended the phone call. I walked back inside of the studio and quickly went to the restroom. Of course I had a fucking boner. Damn it! When I exited the bathroom I made a dash for my hoodie and put it on. It was just long enough to cover my 'problem’. When I was sure no one would notice my 'buddy’, I grabbed my keys and went to the boys. “Hey guys,” I started, “I just got a call from Y/N and she’s not feeling well, so I’m gonna go check on her. Is that okay?” “Yeah dude that’s fine,” Michael answered, “You’re done with the drum track anyway, right?” “Yeah. I’m gonna go ahead then. Can you guys let Luke know?” “Course mate. Tell her we hope she feels better,” Calum chimed in. “Alright I will,” I nearly started laughing, “Later lads.” I walked out of the studio towards my car and got in. As soon as I sat down I let out a breath, thank god they didn’t see my boner. I started the car and drove home quickly to my provocative girlfriend.

Normal POV: I was sitting in the bed with my phone next to me just in case Ashton called again when out of nowhere the bedroom door slammed open. Ashton was standing in the doorway and I could see his chest rising and lowering from his breathing. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” he growled as he approached the bed, “Do you know how fucking hard it is to drive with a boner?” I giggled. Ashton was now facing me as he stood at the end of the bed. He smirked before quickly grabbing my ankles and pulling me forward. I squealed from the sudden movement. Soon he was knelt in front of me as he dipped his head towards my neck. He sucked and nipped at it before kissing the bruised skin. He chuckled at my excited groans when he talked into my neck. “I told you to wait for me to come home later baby. You’re an impatient girl. Now you’re gonna have to be punished love,” I moaned loudly at the thought. His words made me even hungrier for his attention. “Ashton I–” “Uh uh, you will not make a sound unless I say so,” I nodded. “Now, scoot back towards the headboard,” I did as I was told, “Lay on your back.” As I obeyed him he hovered over me and reached down to lift my–his shirt off of my legs. He groaned out loud. “Shit babe, no underwear? Fuck,” he let out a throaty moan as I blushed and shook my head no, “God, what am I gonna do with you?” With that be dipped his head down and delved into my heat. His tongue came in contact with my clit. He rolled it around with his tongue in slow circles, speeding up every couple of seconds. I bit my lip hard trying not to let a sound out of my mouth. Suddenly, his tongue was inside of me licking and sucking. He licked a stripe straight up my heat before pushing his tongue right back in, quickly darting it in and out of me. I reached down and grabbed Ashton’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer to my aching core. “Fuck Ash,” I whispered, the pleasure too much for me. All of a sudden I felt him tug away from my grip and (more importantly) my dripping core. “Ah ah ah love,” he scolded me breathily as I whimpered, “I said no noises and that includes talking.” “But baby–” “No,” his voice was husky and his tone gruff, “Stay still, I’ll be right back.” Ashton got up and walked out of the room. All I heard was a bit of rummaging around and a few muttered curses from him. When he came back into the room, his hands were behind his back. “Close your eyes.” “Why should–” “I said fucking close your eyes Y/N,” his voice was calm and deep. I nodded my head before closing them. I felt the bed dip and then I felt cool metal around my wrists. My eyes flew open. “What the fu-” The bastard had handcuffed me to the bed, “Ashton.” “Stop talking,” With that he rammed his length into me, “Do you like that baby? Huh? Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” His hand came down to toy with my clit as he continued to pound into me. He leaned down and connected his lips to my neck, sucking and biting all over. I could feel the bruises begin to develop. That’s when I felt it, the beginnings of my orgasm. My walls clenched around Ashton and he moaned at the feeling. “Fuck baby, do that again.” I could tell his was nearing his orgasm so I clenched a couple more times. “Speak baby.” “Oh fuck Ash, shit,” I cursed, relieved that I could finally talk, “Right there baby.” “Shit shit shit,” he half yelled, half moaned. “God I’m coming Ashton,” I groaned as a series of curses left my lips accompanied by his name. “Me too baby, let it go.” And with that we both felt ourselves release. “Ashton Ashton Ashton baby,” I moaned out. “Oh my fucking god.” When we both came down from our highs, Ashton rolled over and off of me. “That was–” “Amazing,” he finished for me. “Yeah, maybe I should get you worked up more often,” I giggled. “Haha, no,” he replied, giving me a pointed look, “I’m gonna go back to the studio.” “Noooooo,” I whined. “Yessssss,” he mocked me as he got up and began to redress himself, “Bye baby, thanks for the fun!” He winked before kissing my forehead. “Bye darling,” I sighed as he walked out of the door. Before he closed the door I suddenly remembered something, “Ashton! Wait! You forgot to remove the handcuffs!”

anonymous asked:

Why is the first female nominee being defined by her husband?

Wild, huh?

God, the debate last night was…a lot.

  • Trump was sniffing so damn much…Like, is he okay? Should we be worried, guys? Is he healthy enough to be president?
  • We should absolutely judge Hillary for Bill Clinton’s actions, but should completely ignore the rape and abuse allegations from Trump’s first wife. Kay.
  • He brought up the case from the 80′s where Hillary got a 13 year old’s rapist off, and then fails to mention that he’ll be in court this week because he’s been accused of raping a 13 year old himself???
  • Anderson Cooper was not dealing with any shit and I loved that
  • “Locker room talk” BYE BITCH BYE. No one has to talk like that just so they can fit in with the cool boys, especially if they’re a grown ass man holy shit
  • When he somehow turned a question about sexual assault into ‘I will defeat ISIS’????
  • Whenever Trump yells about defeating ISIS I’m just reminded of that meme of that middle aged Linda lady on facebook saying she’s gonna fight them personally
  • Hillary was admittedly not at her A-game last night and was having a real problem with going over the two-minute mark, but…at least she wasn’t rambling
  • Trump trying to subtly call sexism because he got called out more for going over the mark IT’S BECAUSE SHE WAS ACTUALLY ANSWERING THE QUESTIONS DONALD YOU WERE JUST MAKING SHIT UP ON THE FLY
  • How many times did he say ‘inner cities’
  • Too many times
  • The audience was so into it with their reactions no matter how much Anderson scolded them but EVERY TIME ONE OF THEM HAD TO STAND UP TO ASK A QUESTION THEY LOOKED GENUINELY AFRAID FOR THEIR LIVES
  • I stopped paying attention for literally two seconds because I needed to pay the guy delivering my dinner, and when I tuned back in Trump was yelling that Hillary was trying to blame her lies on Abraham Lincoln???
  • Leave Lincoln OUT of this hot mess please holy shit he had enough drama when he was alive
  • There were these brief, stolen moments throughout the debate where Hillary, in exasperation, would quickly look directly into the camera. Our eyes would meet and I feel as though our souls touched each time
  • Trump? Trump. We get it. We all know about the email thing by now. Find some new material.
  • THAT CARL DUDE WENT FOR IT WITH THE FINAL QUESTION
  • “What do I respect about Donald? His children.” *audience laughs*
  • But then Trump actually gave a good answer which felt a little surreal???? Yikes
  • I know there’s so much more but it’s not fresh in my mind anymore but
  • u g h this election is ridiculous