how do you idea though

the thing with art is… 

You look online and you see all these people drawing amazingly, in different styles, with different materials and different techniques and they all make some absolutely amazing works! And then you look at your own stuff in just looks… pale in comparison. 

So you’re going to have this moment of “I can’t be here. I can’t put this shit up there with all these amazing people.” and in the worst case “I should stop now” 

And some people do. They stop. Completely.

But you shouldn’t.

You need to think about these things rationally, first of all. 

Look at that favorite artist of yours. His art is amazing isn’t it? Do you know how long it took them to get to that point though? Do you have any idea how may papers they ripped out of frustration because nothing came out right, how many pencils they used up, how may hours they spent at their desk working and working and trying to improve? 

Art isn’t something you can just master in a week. It takes years. 

And do you want to know a secret? That artist you love is probably still not 100% satisfied. Artists never are. 

What artists are, however, are content. 

They’re happy with the pace they’re improving at, with the way their drawings have been looking recently. They love this style they finally managed to work out for themselves after trying for so many years. they’re content with not rushing and they’re content with showing the world their work and their progress.

So don’t be discouraged because it’s taking too long.

Talent isn’t what makes a good artists.

Practice and perseverance is.

Please, Stop / Mitsuhide x MC

Kisses with Meaning Prompts

@belxsar: Hello, for your ‘Kisses With Meaning’ prompt drabbles, I’d like to request Mitsuhide with either eyelid, nape, or wrist (you pick because I can’t!) please. Thanks so much! :) Love your writing and your blog! <3

  • Mitsuhide + Eyelid (adoration) + Nape (deep attachment) + Wrist (desire/lust)

It’s a game she comes up with on the spot to test a few things, meant to last only a heartbeat. But looking at him now, and every moment before and after, she knows she will never be able to help herself, not when he sits there so fraught and tidy, refusing to play. There will be a wrinkle in his sleeve and a wrinkle in his brow, as well as a wrinkle in his words and a wrinkle in his calm, and she will want nothing more than to reach out on every plane and see how much more wrinkled it would get under her touch.

She does enjoy it. She can admit that. But it won’t even be the best part.

“Milord.”

“Yes?”

She thinks him untouchable, invulnerable, as stalwart as a battle ship heaving out to sea, and it infuriates her, because she can see the wear and tear. From the pier she wonders why he doesn’t.

“May I kiss you?”

So she plays with him, poking and prodding with gentle paws, until it’s a glorious mess: the stillness. The fake tranquility that goes washing over him and seeping out through his pores. His brush stills. His breath stills. His eyes still. And every inch of his control frays under an invisible, indomitable, weight.

Like the cat that got the canary, she bares her teeth at him in—

“Leave me,” he says.

Oh.

“I beg your pardon?”

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spiky ponytail boy !

Friends Part 3

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1790

Warnings: Fluffy so much fluffy


Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing. 

credits to the gif owner

Part 1 Part 2

You have been waiting in the parking lot in the car for the past 15 minutes, in 5 minutes Dan will arrive for your date and you don’t know if you’re ready for it. Sure, Dan was a great guy, he was nice and funny and polite. But there is a part of you that is hearing Bucky’s words in your brain over and over again and as much as you try you can’t silence it.

You hate how insecure you feel right now, what if Bucky was right and Dan was using you for some ulterior motive? Or if Dan was drunk and regretted asking  you for this date? You try to calm yourself down, thinking about all the possibilities in the worst case scenario “You went to another failed date and you had an overpriced cup of coffee” you think.

You get out of the car when you see Daniel coming down the street “You look beautiful.” He says you can’t help but blush, you are wearing some jeans, with a white shirt and flats. Nothing that deserves such a compliment “You look nice too, black really make your eyes pop.”  He smiles shyly at you, having almost the same reaction as you with the complement.

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#ExposeLuxembourg2k17

@luxembourgsgooglehistory

Netflix posted descriptive audio tracks on Daredevil FOUR DAYS after it was pointed out that a show about a visually impaired superhero wasn’t accessible to the visually impaired.

They’re posting descriptive audio tracks for four of their other shows in the coming weeks.

This is how you run a company.

anonymous asked:

Nino who's hair has gone white from stress. "3 of my best friends are superheros. Theyve all almost died. What if they do die? What will I tell their families? Oh no time for class. What if they fail class cuz they miss all the time? Do I have to take notes for all if them now?! I can't even take notes for myself!"

Omg thats so messed up though. Do you have any idea how agonized Nino would have to be in order for that to work? What if ALL of this was coupled with a huge secret, that he was being trained to be the guardian. But in this one he doesnt get the turtle miraculous, at least not until his training is completed in however many years that takes. So he’s going through it without wayzz and without his friends and without the magical support of the miraculous for the sake of his health and his friends notice… sort of startled, a streak of white working its way though his dark dark hair. They ask him about it and hes confused, and when he goes to look he’s shaken and upset. He sorta plays it off, laughing nervously and saying it looks cool right, but Adrien doesnt buy it. As months go on nino is self conscious about it and always wears his hat, and seems to have even less time now then his super hero friends to hang out. Nino is doing his best not to let it affect him, but his friends notice he doesnt listen to music anymore. Any quiet moment is spent absorbed in thought, the look in his eyes always caught off guard like he was pulled from some place a hundred years in the past.
After six months Adrien is following Nino to confront him when he sees Nino take off his hat and glasses to better rub at his face in exhaustion, and is SHOCKED to see pure white, COMPLETELY white hair

Someone please draw it oh my god

anonymous asked:

what are you listening to rn?

hey anon!

i’m working on a fighter au playlist, so i’m listening to the songs i’ve picked out so far and trying to organize them. so right now the first song is get out of the car by aesop rock so i’m listening to that!

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when you have a backup ready in case your pick up line doesn’t work

Just What I Needed

Here is part four in “Salt And Pepper”

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Words:  1161

Read “Behind Brown Eyes”
Read “Back In The Saddle”
Read “Sweet Emotion”

-The reader has had a long week. Jeffrey is there to help her relax-

Thank you @mamapeterson for looking over this for me!!

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)

 It had been one of those weeks. Long, seemingly never ending, and draining in every way possible. All you wanted to do was go home, take a warm bath, and get into bed to sleep for the entire weekend.

            You were so tired when you got to apartment that you didn’t notice Jeffrey’s car in the parking lot. You unlocked the door and walked in, stopping in your tracks when you heard music coming from somewhere in another room.

            “Jeffrey?” you called out. The door had been locked and he was the only other one with a key, so you knew it had to be him.

            “Come here, Baby!” Jeffrey called from your bedroom.

            You put your stuff on the counter and walked through the apartment to your room. Jeffrey was standing against the bathroom door with a cheeky grin, “What are you doing?” your tone portrayed how exhausted you were.

            “I’m welcoming my girl home.” Taking in your slightly run-down appearance, he asked, “You okay?”

            You shrugged, walking toward him. “Just had a long week.”

            “Then I think you need what I have planned.” He held out his hand to you, wiggling his long fingers playfully. “I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”

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Contrast - Archie Andrews

Ayyyyo whaddup it me. This is a shoddy thing I wrote that I don’t really like but whatever. Thought id share cause sharing is caring. Also first time posting my writing on here so pls be nice. Thanks enjoy lol.


I stared at him unnoticed, for the moment at least. I watched as he scanned the room without lifting his head before retrieving his pencil from between his teeth and continuing to jot down line after line.

I couldn’t help but become encapsulated with the way that his stained purple flesh revealed its depth in colour with each tilt of his head. It was much easier to stare at people during detention, I’d found. Although the bruise surrounding his right eye might be seen as unsightly to others, it captured my interest.

Did it hurt? I’d imagined so, though I’d never gotten a good idea as I’d never had a black eye before.  How had it happened? I’d wondered briefly if it was the result of the brawl in the debate meeting a few days previous. I’d dispelled that theory though; he didn’t seem the type to fight another. Although I didn’t know him and, how else could it have happened?

I’d found his form the definition of contrast; his hair ablaze, the purple stain beneath his eye, the bright yellow and blue of his letterman jacket and, what I’d found most enticing, was the contrast of his light to my dark. I’d had no idea how I’d missed this before. He was perfect and I needed him in my portfolio.

Detention had hardly begun before Mr. Fryer had announced our time was up. I suppose he’d wanted to suffer his loneliness in solitude. He didn’t hesitate to stow his belongings in his bag before fleeing at top speed. I was almost unable to catch up, almost.

“Archie!” I called to him down the hall while attempting to reach him. His footsteps ceased as he pivoted to witness my arrival.

“Hey,” He’d obviously not been expecting a conversation as I could tell he’d wanted nothing more than to continue running far away.

“Um, I just wanted to ask if you could help me out with something.”

“Depends on what that something is.” He couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact with me for more than a few moments.

“Can I draw you?” That drew his brown eyes to mine.

“What?” I’d had no idea why he was so surprised, it wasn’t unusual for me to be drawing students. He’d seen me on campus. Heck, I’d drawn Betty a number of times.

“Can I draw you?” I’d asked again, although the question he’d meant to ask was ‘why?’

“Uh, I guess. I-I mean yeah. Yes.” When he’d smiled and his eyes had shined, I wondered again why I hadn’t asked before.

“Awesome!” As I gathered my thoughts my eyes shifted between his, “When are you free?”

“Um – I don’t have practice tomorrow, so how about then?” He was wringing his hands.

“Okay, how about we go to Sweetwater? I’ve got a car; I can take you home after.”

“Uh yeah, cool. Look, I’ve really got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” He kept looking toward the doors.

“Alright, see you later.” I muttered to his back as he jogged to the end of the hall and through the doors.


“Sit!” The tartan of the cheap blanket was dark and distracting, spread out over the bright green of the grass on the bank.

“Okay.” He seemed intimidated, though I had no idea why. “How do you want me?”

“However you like.” I hadn’t time for specifics, now how was this gonna work? I hummed quietly while trying to match his shade of ‘Weasley Orange’ to my limited array of colours. I settled on ‘Blood Orange.’

As I raised my gaze to him, his shifted to the river. The water was flowing smoothly, softly gliding over the stones on its shallow floor. It was marvellous.

“Would you explain your process to me? I’m curious.” His voice was quiet, a beautiful contrast to the, frankly, loud sunset painted on his left cheekbone.

“Uh – Sure. But keep facing the river for me, okay.” I was only half-way through the rough outline of his profile.

“So, I start with a rough outline.” Starting at the chin as a central point I began to stage the rest of his face on the page. The ridge of his eyebrows and the slope of his nose, all dotted out carefully, if slightly disproportionate.

“Then I add the other smaller stuff, like ear and eye shape and hair placement.” There was a silence as I added a few smaller details from memory. I was so engrossed in the work that I hardly had time to notice Archie’s stare grazing my face.

I shaded the soft contour of his jaw and cheekbone before attempting to study the shape and hue of his black eye. I smiled shyly after catching Archie’s warm gaze, he smiled back.

“Face the river, I’m nearly done.” I sketched a rough shape in a shade named ‘Deep Purple’ before adding depth in lighter colours, scattering patches of yellow-green around his cheek.

The result could be considered ‘Abstract’ or even ‘Unfinished’ but it was perfect.

“Here.” I thrust my sketch book into Archie’s hand and he viewed it silently for a few seconds before a smile adorned his face.

“This is amazing! I love it.” His tone was bright as our eyes locked on each other.

Archie’s shyness had gone now as he placed a warm hand on my cheek as I shivered in the autumn wind. The sketch book now rested forgotten on my knee as I leaned closer into his warmth. It wasn’t until our lips brushed that I realised my reason for being so drawn to Archie’s beauty. Our contrast was in fact not a contrast at all it was a mixture.

We mixed both physically and emotionally, we were one in the same. Archie’s bruise did fade but our connection was wired, internal not just external. We melded like the pigment of his bruise melded back into his creamy complexion.

Hey, everyone.

In 2015, being a girl can still be a hurdle, but you can choose to do something other than jumping over it. No one can stop you from walking around it. No one has ever stopped me from knocking it down every single time someone tries to stand it back up in front of me. I’ve got places to go, and they’re more important than a misogynistic child trying to make me play some game.
—  An excerpt of something I started writing today (January 16, 2015) that was originally supposed to be a 30-60 second speech I was writing for my English class about who I am and what I believe, that turned into a messy 2-page feminist rant with all sorts of symbolism that I didn’t know where I was going with. I liked pieces of it, though, so here’s one.
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OK, so I’m sure people have discussed these Obi-Wan & Anakin panels before, but this is so important? 

Because yes, Anakin freely chose the life of the Jedi – for a given value of ‘freely’ and ‘chose’ – but he was nine years old and had been a slave. In the wake of the podrace, he was free, but free to do what, exactly? If he said he didn’t want to be a Jedi, what options did he have? It’s not like Watto was going to keep feeding and clothing someone who was no longer his property, and I can’t see him wanting to pay Anakin to do things that he’d done for ‘free’ before. Shmi would undoubtedly give Anakin food out of her own portions, but Anakin wouldn’t want her to have to sacrifice constantly for his sake. Those concerns aside, he’d still be vulnerable to slavers; and wouldn’t that be a rotten turn of luck, to finally be free, only to get kidnapped and enslaved again?

Besides, as Anakin says here, Qui-Gon could warn Anakin about the difficulties of being a Jedi all he wanted, but Anakin couldn’t really grasp that at the time, dazzled as he was by the glamour of it all. A nine-year-old child is not capable of fully understanding the consequences that come with large, life changing decisions and as such cannot truly give their consent. There’s a reason societies have ages of consent and majority, after all. 

Basically, I am Very Glad that this is finally being acknowledged in canon.

Also, I know that the Jedi Apprentice books are no longer technically canon, but they’re still canon to me, and that adds a whole new layer to this scene.

Obi-Wan once left the Order himself when he was about Anakin’s age. I choose to believe that when he warns Anakin about the consequences of stepping away from Jedi training, he is remembering what happened when he did so: the loss of Qui-Gon’s trust (and seemingly his affection as well), the High Council’s disapproval and scrutiny, being put on probation, the anger and disdain of his fellow padawans, the personal sense of shame and worthlessness…

“This doesn’t have to be forever,” Anakin says. “I can always come back.” And just… oh, Anakin, you sweet summer child, you really have no idea how this works, do you?

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acowar ft nessian (part 9)

Collab with the coolest @togreblog (enjoy lol this is an angsty one). Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 67, 8

Cassian nearly flattened Nesta against the side of the mountain when he landed on her perch. There was barely enough room for both of them pressed together, and she had to disappear her wings so he had room to balance them against the rock behind her.

Their chests were pressed together, and for two seconds of silence Nesta wondered what he’d be the most angry about. What he’d prioritize over everything else. Her leaving in the middle of a conversation? Ignoring his point about mates? Running away, as usual, from anything serious and having to do with her?

“That was so dangerous,” he exploded, his face inches from hers and his voice making her head jerk back into the mountain wall behind her. “Gods, Nesta, you’ve barely had wings two weeks and you’re just going jumping off roofs? Do you have any idea how stupid —”

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iris in every episode 
1.01: city of heroes

There is nothing that I want more than for you to meet the right person that totally loves and adores you for the amazing guy that you are.