i actually made it on a canvas

“don’t kill flowers growing inside of you for someone who doesn’t appreciate  the way you bloom.”  iambrillyant

“How strong you are, to go through Hell on Earth, and still smile and carry yourself like you’re in Heaven.”   Maxwell Diawuoh 

“Now, let me be, let me not want for another. Let me fall in love with the curves and edges of my own body and soul. Let me plant a garden in my heart, and let it spring forth in a blanket of décor.” @prolixen

“I’m not going to let anyone steal or destroy who I’m meant become.” @riffatmatinpoetry

“she was a single drop of the ocean, but she moved with the force of a
tsunami” @a-pen-and-some-words

“You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.” —  Shooting Stars and Comets | Nikita Gill

“some people are artists. some, themselves are art.” @ever-blooming

“ And don’t you ever feel like you are a summary of other people’s opinions. If anything, you’re an unfinished book, and you decide who you let co-write.” —  k.h. 1.04 am @evolvement

“Even all the grandest things in life were once something lesser than what they are today.” —  It’s okay to start with rubble, castles were built on less / A.G @abasnails

“be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life” —  Nayyirah Waheed

“ People who only wish to stifle your bloom, do not belong in your garden.” —  Upile. @odetopablo

“We will always be something. Because Darling, we were never nothing.” —  Sarn @sarncobin

“The real beauty of being human is knowing that whether something destroys or strengthens you is completely your choice.” @i-wrotethisforme 

“She stopped being your Icarus. And she became her own sun.” —  cynthia go // Sun [85/365]

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” —  Rumi @wearefearfullyandwonderfullymade

“ i was not made with fire in my belly so i could be put out i was not made with lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to follow” —  from Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

“some women fear the fire some women simply become it…”—  r.h. sin

“The body changes over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.”—  Janet Fitch, Paint It Black

“And for me, you are the best piece of art of this collection called humans.” —  NALK @notalostkid 

“Your roots do not determine the beauty of your blossom.”—  Sage S. 

- Afterword

This is for all the rainy days. they are not necessarily quotes from artist or famous people (actually most of them are from the spilled ink section of tumblr), but they are words that had made me feel better. I hope this helps + please check out the poet’s blogs! Those people are amazing and deserve so much recognition for what they do. (please tell me if anyone want their poem taken down !!!)



 edits by me, made with canva

I decided to dig through all the lyrics sheets of some of the most popular musicals, finding the first times the titles of the musicals were stated. It was actually challenging, surprisingly, for some of the plays where the title isn’t actually said in the songs that much.  But I made some pretty edits, and had a lot of fun with it. I also did one for Pippin, Sound of music and Gigi but. These were my favorites. 


useful apps for a better life

made this to try out canva! all apps were downloaded from the canadian iphone app store 😊

life cycle: free on itunes | not available on google play

forest: $1.99 on itunes | free on google play

sleep cycle: free on itunes | free on google play

** I only use this to track my sleep, not to wake me up based on analytics

alarmy: free on itunes | free on google play

** I don’t actually use this as an alarm because when I tried to take a picture to turn the alarm off, it didn’t work – I just use the white noise (you can set how long the noise plays)

plant nanny: free on itunes | free on google play

anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, I love your edits, they are all gorgeous and I hope you know that ♥ And secondly, would you mind making a mini tutorial on how to make the drawing effect gif as you did here post/158606758288/hogwarts-houses-ϟ-slytherin-or-perhaps-in? I would really appreciate that

aah thank you!! this is so kind of you to say :”) and sure thing, hun! I’ll be explaining how to make something like this from this photoset:

what you’ll need: 

— photoshop 
— patience 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your edits. I was wondering if you could take us through how you make your edits? And any tips on how to start with editing?

I COULD try and livestream the whole process because one single edit I post is quite literally, a combination of different edits, some parts are even completely redrawn based of canon material and references.

I think the best thing to do is to just show you in rough lines how I created my last edit:

Also seems like the perfect time to post all my wips and bonuses! which isn’t much but… yeah

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Wow… I just checked my requests and I got SO MANY over the weekend. I’ll try to get to everyone. Please note that I have my own organizational system that’s not necessarily based on how long ago you requested, but I won’t make you wait too long.

This is one of the common ones. I actually made these on Friday and never got a chance to upload them.

I have some Les Mis ones halfway done. I’ll upload In the Heights in a minute (ha, wasn’t even requested, just love it), and I’ll work on Great Comet, more Hamilton, and another Spring Awakening tomorrow.

People have also asked what I use to make these. I use Canva, which is incredibly easy and free. I also get all images that I don’t credit from there, too, which is a nice library.

Coming Home - a SH fanfic

Author’s Note: This is my follow-up fic to “Tomorrow” (read on Ao3 or Tumblr), an RPF story based on Sprousehart. RPF isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay and understandable! This is something that I wrote in order to speculate, explore and tease out the nuances and dynamics of this relationship. It is obviously fictional, and was not intended to upset or offend. 

To @jandjsalmon, I owe you so much. You were truly the co-pilot for this fic, and for that I am so grateful. The appearance of our beloved Dylan in this fic is my gift to you. Also to @theladylabyrinth for always checking in, reading and cheering me on, thank you. You are a gem. And to everyone who’s messaged me to tell me excited they were read more of my writing - this is for you. I hope you love it.

Summary: Cole had always wanted Lili, even from the very beginning. Now that they’re apart for 48 hours, how does he deal? A companion piece to “Tomorrow”, from Cole’s perspective.

“On that fateful day in the audition room, Lili was more than radiance; she was fire. That day, without knowing it, he’d seen her at her most passionate and determined, and it drew him in. He wanted that fire. He wanted to live in constant proximity of its warmth. No, fuck it - he wanted to burn.”

Fic under the cut, or read on my Ao3. I love hearing from you. If you read it and loved it, come chat to me.

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anonymous asked:

What is your set-up when it comes to digital art? (Love your Blog and hope you're having a nice day (^w^ )

i dont know which part exactly of my setup you requested to know, so ill basically just give a bit of everything?

right now its a bit…different from what it used to be. heres a visual on my work desk:

for monetary issues, ive had to sell my old computer and buy a cheap laptop which i use mostly for gaming. the one i’m using here (a different one that i got from my father’s work, because the gaming computer has multiple broken keys that are essential for shortcuts in a drawing program) has a 32 bit software, which gives me rather limited access to the programs i can use. ive tried to install photoshop CC and others to no avail, so i’m using FireAlpaca (which is good enough by itself, but limited in terms of filters and brush settings, and to tell the truth it is rather disabilitating on the long run!).

the tablet i’m using is a Wacom Intuos 2, its extremely old and run-down, i got it around 2009 (it was a gift from a graphic designer so it already had a couple of years on the run). as you can see, it has blue tape all over different places (even the pen is taped around, i accidentally snapped it in half one time lmao), when i leave it unused for long periods of time, it is really hard to get it to reconnect. however, it still works perfectly, i have (almost) no issues with the pressure and the size is excellent. 

in terms of the setup of the program:

i like to have the least amount of visual disturbance when i work on something. i only keep open the tabs i use the most (tools, brushes, brush size & opacity, color picker, layers & navigator), and try to make as much space as possible for the canvas. there may be times where i make the window smaller so i can fit a reference picture to the side of the screen, but thats rather occasional.

before i forget an important detail: using a large canvas!!! this is the size of the canvas i used above (zoomed out at 25%):

the canvas size MUST be at least 2000px wide (for me anyway), it may be a natural beginner thing to do to use smaller ones because it seems easier to navigate, makes your program lag a little less, and you just dont know how to handle so many pixels. well, its actually quite simple: you use bigger brushes, and at the end of your picture, you resize it to a more stable ~800px (even a very large .png file can take a lot of megabytes, so when uploading to tumblr or any site, its better to have a resized copy of your art; the website WILL automatically resize it anyway, but the result might be less satisfying than if you did it yourself).

a while back i made an example of the difference of the quality in the brush strokes when you use a 500px canvas (left) vs when you use a 2000px canvas (right):

unknowingly, even with large brushes, a larger canvas gives you more accessibility, precision, and freedom to correct mistakes, add details, etc. again, if you are uncomfortable with the idea of a large canvas, it isn’t mandatory, but verily so recommended. try increasing the size of your canvas gradually!

if you’re curious about my brush settings, i made a post a while back here!

Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!

“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.

You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”

With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 

After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 

A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 



good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?


hey are u alive bby?



if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

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Director Francis Lee on sex, piglets and fighting off Hollywood from his hilltop hut
The debut film-maker behind God’s Own Country talks about growing up on a farm – and why his sensational debut is not ‘the Yorkshire Brokeback Mountain’
By Cath Clarke

Francis Lee shot his sensational debut God’s Own Country down the road from the farm where he grew up in West Yorkshire. A love story between two young male farm workers, it’s been described as “a Yorkshire Brokeback Mountain” and has been picking up awards left and right, including a best director prize at Sundance and the prestigious Michael Powell award at the Edinburgh film festival. Unexpectedly, it has been a Hollywood calling card and Lee’s phone has been ringing off the hook.

At least, it would be ringing off the hook if anyone could get through. Lee, 48, lives in a wooden hut on the side of a hill near Haworth in the Pennines – Brontë country. “The mobile phone reception is nonexistent and I don’t have internet,” he says. So where does he go to pick up emails from big-shot Hollywood agents? Lee chuckles. “Keighley library. I’m a big fan of libraries. Or I go round to my dad’s. He’s 10 minutes away.”

We meet in a cafe in central London during a “smash’n’grab”, as Lee calls his visits south. “I come on the latest possible train I can for meetings and leave on the earliest, so I don’t spend any time here.” Does he hate London that much? “No, I’m just a bit of a homebody.”

My mum says I’d have one hand up a pig’s vagina pulling out the piglets and the other on a bacon butty

God’s Own Country stars Josh O’Connor as Johnny, a young farmer whose life on the family’s failing sheep farm is a monotonous grind of work, getting blotto down the local, waking up in a pile of sick, then back to work. One day, a handsome Romanian labourer called Gheorghe (Alec Secareanu) arrives to help with the lambing. Cue the “Dales Brokeback” tag – although a better one might be “Pot Noodle Brokeback”, since the pair carry a giant bucket of the stuff to the remote field where they camp out with the flock.

Lee must be sick of talking about Brokeback Mountain, but he good-humouredly tells me that he’s only watched Ang Lee’s Oscar winner once – when it came out at the cinema in 2005. He has been surprised by the comparison. “I’m not shying away from it; it’s flattering. Ang Lee is an incredible film-maker. But it’s one of those things that gets written in headlines, but when people see the film they go, ‘Well, it’s actually not like Brokeback.’ It feels like such a different story and such a different world. The films are like chalk and cheese in that sense.”

He’s right: the two films inhabit different worlds. Where Brokeback Mountain was set in 1963, when a relationship between two men in Wyoming would have been illegal, Johnny has come to terms with his sexuality. It’s no biggie. His problem is that he can’t open up; inside he’s a knot of repressed emotions. “I was thinking very much about the hardest thing I’ve ever done, probably, which was falling in love,” Lee says. “How vulnerable you have to make yourself, open to love and be loved.” He smiles gently behind a big, bushy Ned Kelly-ish beard.

The film isn’t political, but it does feature a handful of sex scenes that would go unnoticed in a film about heterosexual love. Johnny and Gheorghe’s first roll in the hay – roll in the mud, more like – is frantic and breathless, fuelled on young lust. “It’s the funniest thing that we’re still talking about sex scenes in gay films,” says Lee. For him, the sex is integral to Johnny’s emotional journey. “I’m not a big fan of dialogue. So he wasn’t going to have a conversation where he goes: ‘I’m feeling a bit like this now.’ I had to tell it visually. That’s where the sex really played in.”

Did Lee come under any pressure to tone it down? “There was a debate. I could have made a film that might have taken away some of the threat. Not threat, the …” – he reaches for another word – “the challenge that a wide audience might have. But I didn’t want to do that. You only get one opportunity to make your first film, and it’s the time that you can risk the most.”

In Q&As after screenings a few audience members have challenged him about the absence of homophobia in his portrait of rural Britain. Isn’t it a bit rose-tinted, they ask? “I tell them: ‘What are you saying about people who live there? Are they intrinsically homophobic?’ That isn’t the case. They might not have a liberal middle-class attitude, where they sit around navel gazing about it. But that doesn’t mean they’re homophobic. I haven’t experienced that.”

Lee grew up on the family pig farm in the village of Soyland, in Calderdale, with the hills as his playground. As the youngest child, with the smallest hands, it was his job to deliver the piglets. He grins. “My mum used to tell a story that I’d have one hand up a pig’s vagina pulling out the piglets and the other on a bacon butty. So there was a complete circle of life.” Not exactly The Lion King is it? “No, but I’ve always been pragmatic about life on a farm.”

At 12 or 13, Lee says he decided he wanted to be an actor, and knuckled down at school to get the grades for drama college. Coming out was not particularly important, he says. “It was a kind of non-event. I think it is for lots of people. Which can be disappointing in a sense.” He left home at 20 for the Rose Bruford College of Theatre and Performance in Sidcup. As an actor, Lee was never a household name, but he worked steadily in film and TV, hitting a career high when his film-making hero Mike Leigh cast him in 1999’s Topsy-Turvy. Then, seven years ago, after a stint on Heartbeat, he jacked it in. “I’d fallen out of love with acting, and I’d just get into arguments with directors.” About what? “Because really I wanted to tell my own stories. It got to a point where I turned 40 and thought, I’d better do this or it’s never going to happen.”

Growing up, the landscape didn’t have the feeling of freedom or the pastoral. At times it felt oppressive and brutal

Taking a job at a scrapyard to make ends meet, he directed two short films. He wrote half of the script for God’s Own Country in a static caravan on his dad’s farm and the other half in London. “I type with only one finger, and it’s quite loud.” While the story is not autobiographical, Lee admits there might be a little what-if fantasising about what would have happened if he’d stayed in Yorkshire.

While working at the scrapyard Lee made friends with a Romanian guy – “the most beautiful, lovely man” – who had been on the receiving end of xenophobic abuse in London. His experiences fed into the character of Gheorghe. Lee doesn’t want to go into details of what his friend went through. “That’s his story. But I was shocked and ashamed of the reaction that he got in my country.” Is the film a comment on Brexit Britain? Lee shakes his head. “When I wrote it, it was pre- even the notion of a referendum. I think I was tapping the migrant worker/immigration experience, but I wasn’t thinking about it in a political way at all.” The morning the referendum result came through last June, he was sitting with his editor to view the first cut: “We watched in silence, thinking we might have made a period piece.” He smiles. “We didn’t actually change the edit at all in the end.”

Lee paints on a cinematic canvas. But don’t expect gorgeous vistas of rolling Yorkshire dales. He keeps the camera vice-tight, so close you can almost hear his characters breathe. Growing up, he says, he never looked around thinking: Isn’t this beautiful? “I really wanted to show the landscape in the way that I had experienced it. It didn’t have the feeling of freedom or the pastoral. At times it felt oppressive and brutal. I wanted to see the landscape’s effect on the characters, rather than the landscape.”                      

Lee spent three months working intensively with his two leads sketching every detail of their characters. What level of detail are we talking about? “Everything. Where they bought their socks. Which socks they preferred and why. Whether they took sugar in their tea. I won’t tell you the rude stuff.” He sent O’Connor and Secareanu out to work on farms, putting in 12-hour shifts for two weeks, learning to birth lambs, muck out and drive a tractor. “I don’t like fakery. I wanted everything to be real.”

Right now, Lee is working on three projects he can’t tell me about. Has he been tempted by the offers dropping into his inbox? “The money is tempting, because I don’t have any. But this experience has taught me that a film is going to take at least three years of your life to make. And to be able to care enough about all those tiny little details, you have to love it. It needs to feel like a compulsion.”

I ask Lee how life has changed since God’s Own Country premiered to ecstatic reviews at Sundance last January? “I don’t sit at home polishing my awards or anything like that. I’m a quiet person. I’m not a big fan of parties, razzmatazz or red carpets. When I get up on that hill, everybody knows I have no internet and no phone. And I go round my dad’s and he’s like, ‘Ooh. It’s all right for you, int’ it, with your life of riley.’ It’s a lovely leveller. Very normal.”

• God’s Own Country is released on 1 September.

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You sigh into the mirror as you remove your make up. Your eyes trace over the acne scars you have scattered across your cheeks, wishing they could just disappear. Then, you hear your boyfriend’s voice at your door an you panic - you really don’t want him to see you without make up on. What’s he even still doing here? You hear him yell through the door that he left his jacket on your bed. You grab it and throw it out to him, nit revealing your face. This confuses him, so he comes into your room, only to find you  your face with your hands. Immediately concerned, he forces your hands away, worried it’s an emergency. When he sees your bare face, you start to cry, explaining about how you hate your acne scars and how you never wanted him to see them.

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art lesson ii (m)

Originally posted by ttaegiis

in which you begin to accept that as long as taehyung is around, you’ll never have a normal art lesson

Member: Taehyung

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Whenever people asked for an interesting fact about yourself, you always told them that you once managed to give three people food poisoning in as many days. Knowing this, your friend had every reason to be hesitant to try your cooking.

“Don’t look at me like that, just try it.” You waited with baited breath as she took her first bite, and you silently hoped she didn’t drop dead.

“Holy shit, this is really good!” You knew her surprise wasn’t uncalled for, but you still weren’t sure whether to be offended or pleased. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“The only thing I don’t have in me is consistent dick. Other than that, I’m full of surprises.”  

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THE GLOAMING (1994) by Michael Whelan

Oils on canvas - 48" x 36"

I actually saw these clouds from my backyard late one summer evening, and they inspired me to come right inside and paint the scene. They didn’t look entirely real when I saw them, and the mysterious quality of the light made me want to document them in a larger project.

As an experiment, I used a homemade medium that included plenty of poppyseed oil, for its non-yellowing properties. It’s also an extremely slow drier–it must have taken four weeks for the painting to dry to the touch.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! A while ago I asked you about the size of your canvas and I've noticed you haven't answered You probably didnt see it;;; But if you did: I'm very sorry if my question was too dumb to answer. I'm very sorry if I seemed demanding. I am very sorry for any inconvenience that I might have not realized, I admire you a lot and I didn't mean to say anything at all that might make you uncomfortable, Hope you have a great day/evening/night!

ksdhbcsdck omg please don’t ever think a question is ever too dumb, I probably just didn’t see it due to tumblr eating it up or have answered it before! For the canvas of my comic I use 3000x 2482 pixels!! ^_^

Hello Vel! I’m a huge fan of your artworks and I absloutly LOVE all of them. I have a question though…. Can I please, PLEASE use the Undertale Intro comic you’ve made for a DIY I’ve been working on recently? I’m actually trying to make my own book/notebook, and the comic you’ve made is just, perfection. So pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee???

Go for it my dude!

is that trans shiro bc it certainly looks like trans shiro

In this house we support trans shiro (and any other possible goodTM shiro headcanons) but yea all my shiros are always trans ^^;;

Have you heard about the prequel for Life is strange? What are your thoughts on it?

I’m excited to suffer

Monet & Van Gough

Originally posted by jimiyoong

pairing: Jimin x you x Taehyung
genre: fluff. love Triangle. artist au.
summary: You are assigned seating between two of the best art students in class. They feud over two things, art and you.
a/n: I actually controlled myself. I made a one shot instead of starting a whole new series yayy 🌸

Delicate strokes of your paintbrush, classical music flowing through the earbuds as you glanced at the vase of flowers on the table. Dipping your brush in the water you tap it on the side of the glass cup, getting the excess water off. The professor instructed the classroom to paint the flowers the way their mind interprets. You used watercolors and painted on the off-white canvas, your art always looked a bit different. Not bad, just not common.

“That’s really pretty Y/N.” Jimin, the boy who always sat to your right smiled genuinely, cleaning off his brush to continue with a different color. You smiled, taking a peek at his canvas and you were always impressed with his work. It was so stunning, the watercolors were so precise and skillfully painted—you’d like to paint as well as him one day.

“Really? I think yours is much better than mine.” You went back to painting, gaining a bit of confidence form the simple compliment. “But thank you.”

“Yeah, you paint so well.” Taehyung, the boy who sat on your left leaned back in his chair just to get a better look at the picture, yellow paint on his fingers as he pointed at your simple vase.

“Thank you, Tae.” You smiled, adding some white to the purple paint to your paint palette. The flowers were fairly easy but you found yourself struggling to start the petals, in fear you would mess them up.

“What’s with all the yellow?” Jimin commented. You saw he was looking at Taehyungs canvas, there was a lot of yellow but it was still pretty in your opinion. “The flowers are purple.”

“He said to paint them the way I perceive them. I perceive them as yellow.” He cooed, continuing to do his own thing. 

“You can’t perceive a different color,” Jimin mumbled.

“Why do you have a pond in the background? Last time I checked we weren’t outside. You perceived a whole new fucking backdrop…” Tae defended as he cursed innocently in your eyes and Jimin glared at him.

“A different scenery is practical. That’s what you call artistic, it’s creative.” Jimin put down his paintbrush, reaching for a different one to portray a thinner line of paint.

“y/n, which do you like better? His or mine?” Tae broke you from your concentration by tapping your shoulder. You couldn’t understand why they needed to win so much, they both painted beautifully.

“I’m not going to choose, they’re both good in their on way.” You were about sick of them fighting over this, you focused on your painting, trying your best to ignore them and make the teacher believe you weren’t apart of this fued.

Jimin grinned. “You know you like mine better, you can say it. It’s okay to hurt his feeling a little bit. My art is-”

Tae flicked yellow painting on him before he could properly finish, some of that yellow pain got on his painting. “Oops, my fingers slipped.” He chuckled.

“What the hell?!” He looked down at his white sweater, “you’re gonna pay for this.”

“Mr. Kim and Mr. Park, since you two paint so much you can stay after class to clean up.” He glared at the two, seeing that their attention was more of each other than him. “Class dismissed, put your paintings up and we’ll continue next class. Have a nice weekend.” He packed up his things and he was out of here.

Meanwhile you watched the two of them passive aggressively putting up their material. The class room slowly started to empty but you purposely took your sweet time, watching them argue like children.

“That’s the wrong one, put the blue one there.” Jimin mumbled, pointing to the correct cabinets.

“You do it.” Tae shoved the bucket into Jimin’s arms and he had no choice but to hold it as he glared at that kid. “Quit bossing me around…” 

Jimin leered at the eccentric boy. “If you stop half doing stuff I wouldn’t have to-”

“Guys, do you want me to help?” You offered, you wanted to calm some of the tension between them.

“No, it’s okay, there’s no reason for you to be punished too.” Tae looked at you with a genuine smile but you grabbed the brush from him anyway.

“I’ll help you anyway.” You took the brushes from the back of the class so you could put them in the sink. 

“Thanks, Y/n.”Jimin walked behind you. “Y’know, I saw the mural at the dance center, you did a great job.” He stood beside you, getting a cloth to dry the brushes you’re washing. He referred to the mural you did last week, they told you there was a paid mural painting opportunity for art students, getting paid was enough for you to volunteer. 

“You did? Thank you, I tried my best.” That the first time anyone had complimented you on them,it took a lot of time so a compliment like that means a lot from an artist like Jimin.

“So,” Taehyung came to lean against the sink counter and smile. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go to that new museums grand opening, I hear it’s supposed to be really nice. It’s tomorrow, at 5. Do you want to go?” The mere mention of a museum had you smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh my gosh Tae, are you serious? I’d love to go.” You giggled, giving Tae a big hug despite your wet hands getting on the back of his shirt a bit.

Jimin had to quickly but in, seeing as his plan to ask you was being ruined. “What a coincidence, I have tickets to the same museum.”

“Oh yeah?” Tae said sarcastically. “Well, pity you’ll have to go alone.” He snickered.

“Y/n, do you want to go with me?” Jimin had to ask, with those puppy dog eyes and the sweet way he asked, how could you turn him down?

“No, she wants to go with-”

“How about we all go together!” That was a brilliant idea. “It’ll be fun!” 

Tae made a slightly disgusted face. “All three of us?”

Jimin cringed at thought. “Together?…”

You nodded eagerly, running over to the desk to grab your backpack with delight thoughts of you and your two good friends going out to look at art. Going with one of them would be more than enough but the both of them would make it all the more exciting.

“I’ll see you guys 5 o’clock sharp!” And you left them, leaving them speechless.

The two of them stood there glaring at each other, trying to adjust to the fact that they’d be shoulder going out with each other and not just you like they had in mind. Of course, you were oblivious to that, you just thought you were going out with you good friends and having fun. But little did you know, they’d be at each other’s throats just to get you to themselves. The two of them would be competeing for your affection—but how could you pick between them?

Remember Me?? | The8

☰ Pairing🍐: fiancé!minghao x reader

☰ Genre📚: Angst

☰ Summary📖: One argument caused it, and now he was paying the price.

☰ Em🖤

Much Later A/N: A Part two was double requested so that will come at some point, but not soon.

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me whining

i’m actually get stressed by drawing now, thinking of coloring, lighting, promoting skills…everything.
i draw like everyday but didn’t happy with things i made, the canvas was so blank, and i want to do something that is not so trapped in the frame of realism, being like this for two years and feel disappointed and exhausted.
i think i might not upload for a while, maybe need sometime to reset myself.
finding some new habits, let myself sit and watching shows or something…


member- yoongi

genre- fluff, au

words- 2, 184

summary- “I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I painted you?” blind!yoongi  

a/n- this is my first ever scenario here on tumblr, so i hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by exostopexono

You see him all the time. Whether it’s hanging out on the far side of the campus green with his friends- which is coincidentally right by the college’s art studio- or sitting silently in the back of your late night psychology class. He’s everywhere you look, and you know that you shouldn’t let yourself feel more than a tiny crush for him, but you just can’t help it. 

You notice details about him. It’s what you do, being an artist and all. You notice the way his hair shines in the afternoon sun, and the way he uses his hands to feel everything so intricately. It makes you stare in awe as he runs his long, slim fingers run over grooves and bumps on objects as he recognizes what they are. You notice the way he was gentle and careful with everything he does, and the way he doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Everything about him was beautiful.

And that’s precisely how you ended up where you were now. 

“C'mon, Y/N, you can do it,” you said under your breath. Just ten feet away from you stood Min Yoongi, the boy you had the biggest crush on. He was standing in the cafeteria line with his one of his younger friends, and they were laughing about something. You were trying to work up the courage and ask him a simple question- “Can I paint you for an art project?” But you could not get yourself to take the few steps over to him. 

You paid for your meal in advance and grabbed a plate, walking into the self-serve dining area. Just  moments before, Yoongi and his friend had entered the area, and you knew now was your time to catch him when he’s not busy or surrounded by a lot of people. After scanning the room, you spot him by the pizza bar, going by his memory to grab a few slices of pepperoni. You notice his friend isn’t far away and he’s alone. You suck in a breath. It’s now or never.
Your feet take you to your destination while your brain tries to conjure up a way to ask him to be your model without sounding creepy or stupid. If only you had a mutual friend, or someone…

“Whoa, watch out,” a voice suddenly says and you shake your head to make your brain focus on reality. Standing right in front of you, looking a bit irritated, is Yoongi. You guess you had subconsciously walked all the way to him…and by all the way, you mean all the way. His plate full of food is now on the ground and he’s frowning. 

“Oh my God, ah, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, shit,” you ramble out quickly, immediately dropping to pick up the plate and pizza. Your hands are shaking as you set his plate with the dirty food onto a nearby bar. “Here, have my plate, I haven’t used it yet. I-I wasn’t going to use it at all, actually, so y-you can have it.“ 

He doesn’t make any action to reach up and take your plate, but instead crosses his arms. “Why did you come to the cafeteria if you weren’t going to get food?" 

You twist your hands nervously. "Well, I needed to ask someone…uh, well, you, a question. But, it’s okay, nevermind. Uh, sorry-" 

"What’s your name?” he asks suddenly. You’re sure you look like a freak currently, but then again, Min Yoongi was asking for your name. 

“Y/N. My name is Y/N,” you tell him shyly and he nods. 

“You’re in my psychology class, right?” You nod, but then realize that can’t see you and instead squeak out a yes. He smirks. “Okay, now I’ve asked you a total of three questions so you can ask me one back." 

"Uh, okay.” You take a deep breath. “So, basically, I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I painted you?” you blurt out quickly, immediately putting your head in your hands. “Wait, I mean, it’s for my semester project, and  I have to do a portrait and I just-”

“Okay,” he says. 

You look up while raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay?" 

"Okay, you can paint me. Just tell me when and where,” he replied and pulled out a phone from his back pocket. 

“Really? Oh my God, thank you so much! And, uhm, I have a spot reserved at the art studio reserved for Saturday at three. You don’t have classes do you?” You pull out your phone as well as he types in your answer and has it read it back to him. 

“Nope, I’m free. I’ll see you then, Y/N,” he says as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He begins to walk away, but you grab his arm gently, which makes him jump a little and stop. 

“Wait, seriously, take my plate. I didn’t mean to knock yours down,” you tell him and push your empty plate into his hand. He smiles ever so slightly and grips it.

“Thanks. I’ll see you Friday.” With that, he walks back in the direction he came from where his friend is now walking towards him while stealing glances at you. You blush and grab his previous plate and put it on the cleaning rotation. You walk out of the cafeteria with a huge smile on your face.

You’ll have Min Yoongi all to yourself for two hours on Saturday, and you couldn’t be more excited.


You’re a nervous wreck by the time Saturday rolls by. You had splurged and purchased some more expensive paint than the school offered you and you had made a long playlist that had a lot of your favorite songs you liked to listen to while painting. You had even done your hair nicely, even though he would never see it. It was more of a personal confidence boost, anyway. 

When the clock strikes three, you get nervous. It’s irrational, but you automatically think that he isn’t coming. You’re absolutely relived when the door opens five minutes later and Yoongi walks in, being directed by another one of his friends. He thanks them and they leave after giving him a pat on the back. You smile and approach him. “Hi,” you greet. 

“Hey.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and awkwardly sways back and forth. “So, what do you need me to do?”

“Oh yeah!” You go over and prep his seat a little before rushing back over to him. “I’m just going to direct you to this seat over here, is that okay?” He nods and you take a hold on his forearm. You lead him to the loveseat and tell him it’s okay to sit down. He does as you say and then looks up in your general direction. 

“What do I actually need to do? Do I pose?” he asks you. 

“No, just sit there and act natural. I’ll try to talk to you some so you don’t get too bored. But I do have some music playing so maybe it won’t be too bad,” you answer and he nods, leaning back a little.

You take a seat at your canvas and take a deep breath. He looks gorgeous, as always. He somehow made a plain white t-shirt look designer, and you had to fight the urge to kiss his perfect pink lips that always seemed to be turned up into a tiny smirk. The way the light filtered through the huge art studio made him look ethereal. It reflected off his skin and captured his wonderful blonde hair in the beams, making him look the Greek God Apollo himself. You honestly couldn’t believe you were going to paint him.

You sit in silence for a little bit while you outline and test colors.  You keep stealing glances as you begin to paint him to your best ability. You can feel yourself blushing from looking at him so many times. Thank God he couldn’t see you. 

“Just the fact that I know you keep looking at me is making me nervous,” he suddenly says and you nearly smear your paint as the words leave his mouth.  

“W-Why?” you stutter and hide momentarily behind your canvas. 

“Because you’re sweet, and I also know you’re very pretty,” he replies bluntly. You nearly squeal with happiness, but keep it all inside.

“H-How?” you ask hesitantly. 

“My friend, Jimin, saw you in the cafeteria yesterday and asked me how I got to talk to such a beautiful girl. And today when I told my friend Jin that I was coming here to get painted by you, he called me lucky,” he explained and you felt your whole face turn hot. You didn’t feel like you were that attractive. But according to his friends- who were very handsome themselves- you were pretty. 

“Oh, wow,” you mumble and continue with your art shyly. You hear him chuckle. 

“You don’t believe you’re pretty, do you?” he asks. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m ugly, but uh, I mean, I’m nothing really special,” you say, completely flustered. He hums and shakes his head as you begin painting his gorgeous dark brown eyes. 

“I can tell your pretty all by myself. Your ambiance is bright and calming, and you get very flustered when I talk to you,” he tells you and you feel like burying your face in a pillow. How is this happening to you, of all people. 

“Thank you…I don’t know what to say.” You can tell his compliments are genuine. He doesn’t seem like to type to say something he doesn’t mean. 

You work in silence- besides the music- for the rest of the time, only occasionally asking him if he’s okay or if he needs anything. He always says no. You work diligently, trying to get the perfect skin tone and to accentuate his most flattering features. Before you know it, a portrait of Min Yoongi sat right in front of you. And you didn’t want to brag, but it was one of the best paintings you have ever done. You were proud. 

“I finished it,” you whispered in awe. 

“Does it look good?” he replies and you nod, forgetting he can’t see you again.

“It’s the best piece I’ve ever done,” you admit and you can see him smile on of his rare, beautiful smiles. 

“What colors did you use?” he suddenly asks and you’re taken aback at first. He notices your small shock and speaks again. “No, I’ve never seen color. But people have described it to me before." 

"Oh…” you whisper and then approach him. “I’m gonna sit by you, okay?” He nods and you sit down. He’s so close to you, and you can actually see the individual lashes that adorn his eyes. “I used a shade of yellow for your hair, and-”

“Explain yellow to me.” He looks towards you and you are, again, taken aback. But you tell him okay and think for a moment. 

“Well, yellow is that feeling when you walk outside an air-conditioned building and into the sunlight. That warmth and feeling on your skin is yellow. Yellow is also when you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt and your stomach has butterflies. That feeling of pure happiness and joy is yellow,” you explain to the best of your ability and you notice he’s listening intently. 

“What other colors did you use?” he presses on. You smile. 

“Well, I used red for your lips. Red is when you walk into your living room at Christmas time and smell the sweet cinnamon your mom’s baked goods from the kitchen. When she hugs you tightly, you can feel red. But red is also when you’re so mad that you think that your body is going to explode. It’s the feeling that you’re out of control and nothing is going your way and you just think that you’re going to punch the next person who speaks to you. That’s red,” you say with a bit more confidence. 

“Are your lips red too?” he whispers and you whisper back a tiny yes. He reaches up and touches your bottom lip before bringing his face close to yours. You fill in the space and instantly, you can feel yellow and red mixed together with a little bit of blue, because his lips are so cold compared to yours. His hands find their way to cradle the sides of your face and you’re now very aware of what it’s like to feel all the colors at once. 

When you both pull away, you rest your foreheads on each other’s. You’re both panting a little bit, since you both seemed to have lost your breath. Yoongi takes one of his hands and pushes a chunk of your loose hair behind your ear carefully and gives you another short kiss. He gives you a small smile.

“I suddenly have a whole new meaning of color." 

2571: “4:12″

Request by @thegirlwiththemaleficient-tattoo: Long time listener, first time caller ;) For your celebration…#2571 "But that’s my favorite one!“ Love your writing by the way 😍

Word Count: 859

A/N: I figured that since I’m nearly halfway to my next thousand followers, I should probably finish my 4000 follower challenge. So here’s the last drabble for that celebration! And Switchfoot… Switchfoot is one of those bands that has always been there for me. My brothers loved the band, so I grew up listening to them. They’re my comfort music. They’re my childhood and my home. They’re simpler times. Also, I found myself awake at 4 am with this song running through my head and couldn’t get back to sleep until I wrote this. Talk about getting in the zone!

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Song 2571: 4:12 by Switchfoot

When is a tree not a tree? When it’s a splotch of paint on a canvas. You hadn’t actually meant to paint a tree. It just kinda happened. Life is funny that way. It just kinda happens. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. Sometimes you sleep through the night and sometimes you wake up in the wee hours of morning and can’t get back to sleep. So you paint in a futile attempt to organize the mush of voices, memories, and thoughts that invade your every waking moment.

“Dude, how long have you been awake?”

Dean’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. He mumbled an apology while he ran his fingers through his bed-mussed hair and leaned against your door jamb.

“What time is it?” You couldn’t rightly answer his question since you’d kind of lost track of time while painting your tree that wasn’t a tree and wasn’t actually meant to be a tree.

“Almost nine. And I know that canvas was blank last night so…”

“Um.” You shook your head and tried to reconcile the numbers in your head. “Five hours? I dunno. I woke up around four.”

“Right. Because four in the morning is tree-painting time. How could I forget?” Dean ambled into your room and settled himself on your bed, pushing your pillows against the wall and lounging back. “When was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

“I’m a hunter, so… probably when I was eleven?”

You meant it as a joke, but Dean knew you too well. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re a hunter, and we have a safe place to sleep every night. You need your sleep if you’re gonna be able to fight.”

“I know.” With a heavy sigh, you sat on your bed and let Dean pull you back into his chest. “I just can’t get it out of my head long enough to sleep.”


“Life. It doesn’t make sense on a good day, then you add a sleep-deprived, artist’s brain with insomnia to the mix and four a.m. rolls around every day and suddenly I just understand it even less.” A glance at the ever growing pile of canvases against your wall showed your attempts to understand everything. You pushed away from Dean and walked over, flipping through the canvases. “I should probably get rid of some of these. They aren’t doing much good here.”

Dean came over and plucked one of the smaller canvases from the stack. “Why’d you paint this one?”

“We’d just gotten done with that one hunt in Missoula and I was trying to capture how that mother must have felt when we brought her daughter back to her.” You tilted your head and regarded the splatter of pastel colors that slightly resembled a flower. “But it’s just a flower.”

“It’s hopeful,” Dean muttered.

You decided to let his critique of your work slide. Who knew that Dean Winchester could see something like hope in a flower? Instead, you grabbed another canvas and held it up. “And this one came out of our hunt in Tallahassee when we were too late to save that family.”

All that came out of that early-morning painting daze was a vast, desolate landscape.

“I really need to get rid of these,” you mumbled, starting to sort through the dozens of paint-ridden canvases. While you put most of the paintings in a pile to get rid of, Dean took his time perusing your artwork.

“Wait! Not that one,” Dean exclaimed, reaching out to grab the medium sized canvas that held bright streaks of abstract color.

“It’s just a painting, Dean.” It’s not like it was anything special. It was all material and didn’t matter in the long run.

“But that’s my favorite one,” he countered, setting the painting on an empty easel and stepping back to regard it.

Curious, especially after his hopeful comment, you stepped up beside him and eyed the picture. “Why?”

“Because—“ he cut off and a pink blush tinged his cheeks.

“What is it?” This time you could barely whisper. Whatever his reason, Dean really felt something for this painting. Something you had created had also created an emotional link in Dean Winchester. Sure, nothing in the world made sense, and nothing would last. But just knowing that you’d managed to touch Dean like that made everything seem a little brighter.

“It’s my favorite because you painted us three, right? You, me, and Sam?”

“I—“ This time it was your turn to cut off and think about your answer. He was right, of course. You’d tried to capture the essence of your souls. After the hunt with the soul-devouring monster, you’d wondered what your soul would look like. “How did you know?”

He shrugged. “I’d recognize us anywhere.”

If Dean could see you and Sam from a couple of dark paint splotches on a canvas, then maybe it didn’t matter that the world was so nonsensical. Maybe all that mattered was how you saw the world. As long as you could still see how the colors bleed into shapes and sounds, maybe you could get through this life. 

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