If you chucklefucks let Hiveswap die because of cringe culture and younger fans being passionate and having fun and some inane discourse which will basically be all rehashed earlier HS argument BS I will never forgive any of you and personally delete every single blog on this Godforsaken shithole don’t ruin this
Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! For me it’s doesn’t matter as I’m single forever 😂 but those who’ve their loves with them, I hope you stay together as long as eternity wants. I wish I had someone too :( but it’s okay. Anyways I’m gonna make myself happy with this Valentine special imagine! Hope you all enjoy and give feedbacks!
There’s a little bit of smut in the starting. So skip that much if you’re not comfortable in reading it. Plus thank you for 1K!
Valentine’s Day was never a thing for you till 4 years back. But after you met Harry and got in a relationship, this day became special as ever to you. Valentine’s Day. The day of love never failed to spoil you. Harry always find ways to make you feel special. And Valentine’s Day was the day above all.
You stretched your arm out across the white crumbled bed sheets where Harry slept last night. Your hand didn’t found a hold of Harry as your searched on the sheets, head in the pillow you sighed. You rolled on your left, Harry’s side of bed. You inhaled in taking the aroma of Harry’s colonge. As the smell of him filled your nostrils waking your mind, you sit up finally and step out of the warm comfort of your bed. Small scuff of the carpet tickled your feet as you scrunches them to stop the fizzy feeling.
With a happy sigh you passed downstairs on the wooden stairs of Harry’s L.A mansion. It was big. Big one for one more family to settle in down.
As you walked to the kitchen, the warm fragrance of bacons and pancakes hit your nose warming you up in the chilly morning of the states.
There he stood. His back facing to you as he hummed to self the melody of one of his songs. He was wearing his black Calvin Klein boxers, covering his little bum in perfect way. His tanned, muscular thigh made you shiver.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek agains his back.
“ e'lo poppet.” Harry said in his morning, heavy voice as he turned to face you and wrapped his own arms around your waist.
“Happy Valentine’s Day baby” you said reaching one arm up to caresses his cheek. He looked beautiful. With sunshine flashing on his side face, revealing how deep his green eyes was. The golden Rays mixed with his skin and made him look like an angel.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to yeh too” he replied flashing you his bright white smile. You stood tip toes and brought his face to yours so that you could unite your hungry lips with his. You moved your lips along his as he cupped back of your neck pulling you as close as possible.
A wince left his mouth as the bare skin of his back touches the lid of the Pan which was on the stove.
“Careful” you giggled, stretching one arm out from either side of Harry and turned the stove off.
“Sorry love.” Harry chuckled. He tucked some hair behind your head and sets you on the kitchen island in one swifts motion. You giggled wrapping your arm around his neck.
“Hi.” You giggled
“Hey!!!!” He laughs as he sponges your neck with sloppy yet tiny kisses. You threw your head back giggling.
“Hmm I love yeh” Harry mumbles as his kisses changes from playful to loving ones. He twirls his tongue and suckles on the fresh, sweet smelling skin of neck. It starts to get wet as Harry continues to shower your neck with deep kisses.
“Hmm” as soon as the small moan leaves your lips, Harry wraps your legs around his waist and grind his pelvic to yours creating friction. You could feel his hard erection beneath the cottony fabrics of his boxers as your own panties pool with the wetness.
“I need yeh babe” Harry groans in your neck. He tugged at the end of your tee which basically was his, you lift your arms up to let him slide it up your body. You were now completely naked as the white shirt was the only thing covering your body. Chills ran down your spine as the cold air hit your nipples hardening them.
“So beautiful m'love” Harry whispers as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them and leaving with a pop. The cold metal of his rings hits the warm skin of yours.
A whimper of pleasure leaves your lips as you tangle your fingers in his short yet curl growing hair.
“Tug on ‘em yeah?” Harry says while his lips are still wrapped around the soft skin of your nipples.
Obliging him you give a hard yet soft tug on his hair.
You both laid in silence after you finished making love in front of the fire place. Everything seemed so magical. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla candles and sex. Both, yours and Harry’s cheeks were tinted pink as you rested your head on top of his chest.
His fingers caressed your small back.
“Cmon poppet get ready” Harry speaks ,his deep voice echoes in your ear.
“Why?” You asked tilting your was up so you could see his face.
“Cuz it’s Valentine’s Day and we need t’ go out and have fun” he said as he brushed hair outta your face.
“But I wanna stay in with yeh” you said snuggling close to his chest. Harry chuckles.
“I know love. But I’ve a surprise fo’ yeh.”
After a few minutes of pleading you give into him and get ready in a plain clad cream-silky blouse with a black skirt.
You stepped down the stairs and saw Harry standing at the end already dressed in navy blue tuxedo. The expensive material of cloth fitted his toned body perfectly in every way. From the the curves of his biceps to the end of his feet.
“Hey there hotness” you said sending him a wink as he takes you in his arms pecking your freshly done red lips.
“Hey there sexy” he smirked bumping his nose with yours lovingly.
“Ready t’ leave?” With a nod you link your arm with Harry’s who leads you out o the house to the black shiny Mercedes of his waiting outside.
Being a gentleman, he opens the door for you and sits inside as well after you’ve settled on the leather on his car seat.
“Where are we going ?” You asked pulling out the straps of seatbelt and clicking it in.
“Surprise is meant t’ be kept a secret baby” Harry says staring on the engine and driving off to an unknown place.
The whole ride to the place you sit quietly humming to the song on radio as Harry kept pecking the back of your hand time to time.
You step out the car and the cool ocean breeze hit your face making you shiver. God knew why Harry brought you to a beach in this damn cold weather. You wrapped your velvety coat tightly around your body, immediately regretting the decision of wearing a skirt.
“He you forgotten it’s February Harry?” You asked sarcastically as you feel the tip of your nose going red from cold. Harry laughs wrapping his arm around his shoulder pulling him to you as he nuzzles his nose in your hair.
“Jus’ wait and watch” Harry mumbles and links my small hands with his as we walk down the sand. You even regretted wearing heels as you had to keep them in car because they’d sink into the sand.
Walking down the sand with your head on your Harry’s shoulder, you come to a halt as you see a small cottage on the beach. It was surrounded by tiny red petals of rose and candle which were of course covered with glass lid to keep them from blowing off.
“Oh my god Harry.” You gasped covering your big opened mouth with your hand. You don’t think that it could’ve been more beautiful. That little cottage was perfect. Everything was perfect.
“Yeh like it?” Harry asks as he walks to stand beside you, looking at your with love in his green pupils.
“I loved it!” You jump on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you place multiple kisses all over his face.
Harry laughs and tumbles a bit but holds onto the ground. The small particles of sand were tickling his feet as he himself refused to wear shoes as you were bare feet.
“I’m glad tha’ my little queen liked it”
You smile softly as him and gets off him to go inside and explore the inside of the little house. It was beyond perfect. A small but big enough to fit you both bed lying in middle with small decorations made.
“Honey?” Harry calls for you from out as you hum in response.
“Can yeh come ou’ fo’ a bit?”
“Yeah coming” you chirped as you swayed out of the house. Your breath hitched when you saw Harry kneeled down. His face was a Clear evidence of how nervous He was.
He pulled out the blue velvety box and held it open. If only God knew if you’ve ever seen something more beautiful than this.
“Baby…well I’m not tying my lace or something.” Harry chuckled tries to lighten his stress as you smiled with tear in your eyes and a hand covered your mouth.
He held your hand as he continued.
“Yeh, are the best thing of m'life. I know the words are cheap and common bu’ they’re true. Yeh are m'world. I’ve got lucky since I got yeh. I feel lucky t’ have yeh. I-I’m no one withou’ you. An’ I wan’ yeh to keep Makin’ me feel lucky everyday. So. Ms. Y/n y/l/n, will yeh so me a favour and Marry me?” By the time he finished you already were nodding like thousand times. He smiled showing his dimples and wasted no time in sliding the beautiful platinum-diamond band on your ring finger and connecting his lips with yours.
“Yes” you mumbled against his lips. And he carried you inside.
As one of LUSH’s most eponymous items, bath bombs hold a special place in the hearts of all lushies. At anywhere from $5-12 a pop, however, they quickly become an expensive (albeit, justifiably so) habit.
As a lushie with a small, dysfunctional apartment bathtub, and a tiny LUSH fund, I quickly figured out that using a full bath bomb at a time was simply not economical. And so, through trial and error, I figured out which bathbombs made pretty cuts, and which ones were better left alone!
The general rule of thumb: Spherical bathbombs without cores can easily be cut into two pieces. Spherical bathbombs with cores are a messy hit-or-miss. Non-traditionally shaped bathbombs are divided into two groups; ones meant to be broken open (like Love Locket), and ones that are meant to be left alone entirely.
Below is a list of bath bombs, the cutting categories they fall into, and the best method for cutting them.
stares @ that ‘hussie is problematic post’ ,,,,,ok
yall realize how old some of the shit on there is rght? like yeah hussie isnt perfect nd is on no grounds to be worshiped but he has grown significantly as a person and ntm theres some actual shit on there trying to drag him for the shit his CHARACTERS DO IN COMIC lilke ok
i mean i understand his characters are his control but??? this is like ‘this character has done some AWFUL things so hussie is obviously AWFUL too’
This post is dedicated to all the hard working creative individuals out there who don’t always get treated the way they deserve. This post will be a mix of my opinion and the opinion of several artist’s posts I’ve read over the years. Unfortunately I can’t remember who wrote which part, so I won’t be giving credit unless someone can tell me who wrote what (help appreciated :) )!
Well, without mixing words, the title says it all “Being an artist, it’s a profession too” (include all creative fields in this statement from here on out) and there seem to be a lot of people that just don’t understand that, including some creative people. Artists have to pay bills, take care of their family etc. Even when doing something they love.
Asking an artist to do something for free… unless it’s your mate and he’s creating a gift for you, and even then, unless he offers… it’s not on the table. Think about it, would you turn around to your mechanic and say “Hey pal, how about you put a new motor in my car as a gift for me to show around?” or “Listen, if you put in a new radiator and suspension, it would be great exposure for you, get your name out there”. Same goes for any other profession that isn’t creative, so why do we try and peddle this crap on artists?
Even if an artist has no major responsibilities like a mortgage, rent or feeding himself and family (ex. He lives at home/studies), he still has constant bills to pay. Read any online tutorial, advice column or attend any course and what do all pro artists say you have to do? Practice, practice, practice… all the time. That means you have to buy sketchbooks, pads, pencils, erasers, brushes, paints, charcoal, rulers, boards etc. Not to mention books to keep up to date with trends, techniques and constantly learning from others, whether through a book or course.
I remember when I was at art school and I felt bad about having to ask my single mother to buy me some more material because I made a mistake or the teacher felt we needed to experiment. Suddenly just a simple A4 page and HB pencil weren’t enough. No you need a full range of pencils (Bs and Hs), different textured paper and a hard eraser and a putty eraser… because we have to experiment… and this is just for drawing. Paint brushes for actual painting (not just painting the side of your house) can cost quite a bit.
So we’ve established that an artist has to earn money to pay the bills and many of you might be saying, “okay, if he earns enough to get by, he’ll be happy for the rest of his life because he’s doing something he loves”. This statement isn’t totally wrong. To an extent he will be happy being able to do what he loves, but about earning enough… come on people, pay the man his due. I was always taught, you get what you pay for and that’s totally true, trust me, no matter what you’re talking about, there’s usually a reason to pay more for something. Some times you might not feel that you need what the extra cost brings, but that’s your personal choice.
Time is money and the more you pay someone, the more time they will spend on your product and the more research they will do for it. Ask any high level artist and he will tell you, if you start paying me less for more work, the work will suffer, because the artist will start finding ways to cut corners so that he wastes less time on said project to dish out more projects. Think about it, would you prefer to earn let’s say 500$ on one project or 520$ on 5 projects? And I’m not exaggerating, that does happen.
Let me take my own personal experience to illustrate the point here a bit. A few years back I decided that I was going to follow my dream and start working to become a comic colorist. A few years have passed and I’m still only working on sporadic projects and haven’t gone pro, but here’s what I learned.
The first few years I would accept one or another project for free to get the practice and exposure. In the beginning, my colouring style (I can say this now) was worth little or no cash, because it was still developing. But as time passed I got better, so when I started saying “I’m sorry, I can’t do that for free anymore” a lot of people suddenly didn’t want anything to do with me, but it was generally peaceful.
I then started taking on backend projects with the idea that it was good exposure for projects that would be published and somewhere down the line some (even if just a little) money would come my way. Well, it didn’t and I found that most backend projects don’t even get off the ground, they’re just a lot of empty promises.
I started to pick and choose my projects carefully on whether I believed in the project, whether I already new the team, whether it was payed and whether it was published. Let’s take a bit of a side trip for a moment, during all this I have a day job. I went from a Graphic Designer to a Web Designer to head of my digital creative department. My responsibilities kept building up. So I’ll admit that I committed what is considered the greatest sin amongst comic creators… I left a few people hanging. I blame this on being a little green and thinking I could take on the world and needed to get as many projects out there to get noticed.
Now going back to the initial topic, there seems to be a rising animosity between creative people and very often I find that the most smug creatives are in the Indie publishing Industry. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met some of the best people in the Indie industry, people I call friends and who I know have my back and a lot of them much more professional than many pros. This includes some incredible editors who seem to always find a way to pay for the work, which can’t be easy. But there are those out there that are also convict that if you work for money or guaranteed publishing, you’re not a real artist and that your’e one of the reason’s the comic industry is going down the tubes.
Well, let me give you my opinion. The comic Industry has been accused of sometimes producing work that is weaker (sometimes a lack of a good story plot or crappy art) and I’m talking about the big publishers, but let’s analyse things a bit. Suddenly we have so many publishers and so many artists with thousands of titles. When I was a kid, we had less choices, but man oh man did we love collecting. Today the publishers are scared to take a risk, because honestly, how many caped crusaders can you have or how many times can you almost end the world? Not easy right? Those poor writers and editors, always having to come up with ideas. The artists have to constantly dish out work (I know titles come with bigger intervals than when we were kids), but each time they have to produce better quality work. Many times a lot of these pros might be working on 3 or 4 titles simultaneously, so they are taking less than a month on your comic, but add that to the pile… it’s a lot right?
And on top of that, and here’s the big problem, the Indy industry has creative people who are working for the love of the game and lot of times the quality might not be at pro level, but it’s a lot cheaper… and the writer might have had a year to work on all the back story to the project (I know a lot of guys work in a smaller time frame, this is just an example) as apposed to a Marvel writer for example who has to dish out constant story plots and entertainment over years, and the artist who doesn’t have a couple of months to design a character’s look and feel. But of course, the Indy industry also has to realise that a lot of times, those artists accepting lower rates, they can be undependable, take longer to produce the work or be very temperamental. Here we illustrate the “You get what you paid for” statement. Even an Indy artist has to pay bills. Imagine you work a day job and they ask you to take on a project for backend or something similar. You will be working for a month or more almost every night, you don’t spend time with your family you’re using electricity and materials and it might start affecting your day job. So you start taking longer on the project, the other people on the team start pressuring you, so you start taking short cuts, the quality starts dropping, the team hassles you again and suddenly you wonder if it’s even worth continuing. The larger publishers have to insure that doesn’t happen, so they have to keep ther creatives happy, that means higher rates, that means the quality of the work has to be better, so you can’t hire just anyone and the higher up the ladder you go the more complicated it gets.
Some of you might be thinking: “Yeah, you talk big about the comic industry but you aren’t even a pro” and you’re right, this is only my opinion on my personal journey, but I can tell you that almost any creative industry is in the same boat. Designing webpages for example, if you want a cheap site, get a kid who’s finishing up high school or college, they will do it super cheap, but be warned that the quality of the design, interaction and usability of the site will probably be crap, unless you’re very very lucky. A quality designer brings more experience to the table, he’s had to troubleshoot many problems that might arise, he’s more efficient and he can meet web standards that rock your socks off. Same in any other industry, so that means you’ll pay more, but you get a fuller package.
Of course, I’m not saying experience is the only measurement, there are incredible artists who have not been published yet, but chances are they started drawing in the womb, so I consider that experience too.
The result of all of this “let’s get artists to work for free” is that the industry is forced to either lower their standards, work their artists to the bone (more work, same pay) or they start going to other countries where the workers are cheaper, instead of having artists all over the world with the best quality work all earning the same rates. And any artist who is accepting lower rates because today he can, is only hurting the industry for other artists and even himself in the future. When He suddenly starts a family or decides to get married or whatever and he goes to his boss and says “look can we up my rates, because I need more cash” there’s a strong chance that they’ll tell you that the industry isn’t what it used to be or the economy is down or they’ve just invested X amount on Y venture and can’t make extra investments or worse case scenario, “well I have an artist I can get working longer hours for less.”
And we’re all screwed again… So people, just like the Mona Lisa is priceless, any work of art has a price tag, and getting things for free is cool for you, but it doesn’t put food on the table for the artist
And Artists? Most of the “exposure” promised? Usually turns out to be a few facebook buddies and some blog followers. Think before you take on a project. Can you guarantee your best work on what they’re offering? If not, don’t accept. Think before accepting projects for no pay, because tomorrow you might decide what you really want to do is work as an entertainer on a cruise ship and the artists who are left trying to make a living have to accept crappy conditions for crappy pay…
A little fareness and kindness go a long way, keep that in mind. ;)