i cant tell you

anonymous asked:

Lance seams to like pole dance: how react koli?

First of all, lovely Nonnie: What Lance was doing wasn’t pole dancing. It’s more along the lines of rope dancing -it’s breathtaking to see in person, I truly recommend it- I’ve seen a lot of people mix this up, so I don’t fault you for that :3

Second of all: Kolivan takes one look at the video from the base and nearly dies because holy hell Lance that’s impressive! Rope dancing takes an extreme amount of strength that I can’t even begin to comprehend or totally respect, and Kolivan is in the same boat. To be able to support one’s body while in mid air with nothing but a rope and, at times, a single limb is terrifyingly beautiful.

Kolivan takes to rewatching the video because Lance looks so… in his element. He’s in the spotlight, he’s thriving, he’s putting on a show, and it is a show; a very impressive show. It’s not only an act of coordination but of strength and presentation, and Lance does all of that perfectly.

Kolivan makes sure to tell Lance this the next time they see each other, and the awe in Kolivan’s words is kind of… startling? Lance is used to people sexualizing his skill and taking away from the pain he’s gone through to acquire the skill -seriously, lots of bruises and rubbed raw skin and just, not pleasant- so to have Kolivan praising him for all these things is shocking to say the least.

Bottom line: Lance’s skill in rope dancing is beautiful, stunning, dramatic, awe inspiring, and that is exactly what Lance is to Kolivan. The skill is a representation of who Lance is, and Kolivan adores it.

-Mod Mizu 💙💜💙

i love the fact that like… if you wanted to you could throw a chair… stool…. lamp… medium sized houseplant… even a lightweight table…. theres nothing physically stopping you from throwing furniture around, only social constructs and your own cowardice.

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

since it seems to be the consensus that being the weird girl is lesbian culture i think we can all agree that harper from wizards of waverly place was a lesbian

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my roommate lovingly dubbed this “The Anime Last Supper”

(hope you don’t mind a triple date instead!)

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Inspired by Shakespeare’s Hamlet :)

I was feeling weird about my coloring lately cause it seemed to make the original lineart look so different from the final illustration, so I decided to simplify it a lot and this is my first attempt! So far I like it better, the face over all heee. 

This is also the first time I draw Inej so here have her *shoves her towards you*

I think I have finally defeated this enemy of my life


I have finally cut off its hand that still held me


I have finally shed its embrace that surrounded me


I have finally burst through its shadow that kept me from growing


I no longer crave it


I no longer need it


I no longer want it


I no longer have it


I can finally sleep soundly again.