i do open my own jars

anonymous asked:

I keep thinking of full moons and how when there's an eclipse werewolves lose their powers but sometimes there's partial eclipses and so it's like do they still have their strength? Or can they just open really tough pickle jars?? How often does stiles take the opportunity to mark Derek up during the partial eclipse because he doesnt heal as quickly?? I have so many questions!

This is too fucking good Nonnie, and I know you didn’t ask for this but you really sparked my muse!


Stiles jumped at bit at the sudden voice in his ear, the body heat of another warmed his back, and hands covered his own only to remove the jar from his grasp. The tightly packed jam jar strained against the force Derek was putting on it’s lid…

…but it wasn’t opening in .25 seconds. It took Derek a second to actually open it and it seemed like a small struggle if he was being honest. 

“What is wrong with you? Are you sick? Dying?” Stiles asked, taking the jar away and setting it down before focusing back on his boyfriend. 

The Hale-Glare-Eyebrows-Of-Doom™ were pointed directly at him, all furrowed and drawn in like something personally offended him, “I’m not dying Stiles–”

“Then why did you semi-struggle to open the jar?” 

“Did you forget what day it is?” Derek asked. 

Stiles paused, thinking if he’d missed anything important, “uh…it’s Tuesday?”

“The the partial lunar eclipse.” 


There was a moment of silence before Stiles just straight up pinched Derek on his arm, and hard. Two things happened; Derek actually seemed in pain and beneath where he’d pinched him a small dark mark was appearing and not fading. In fact it looked like it was bruising. 

“Stiles, what the fuck?” Derek winced, rubbing at his arm. 

“Dude you’re not healing–” 

“Don’t call me dude.” 

“–but it’s not a full lunar eclipse so you’re not powerless, what can you do other than get pinched?” Stiles asked, way more curious about this than his sandwich. 

Derek stepped back, leaning his hip against the counter, with his eyes flashing blue for a split second, “I can do the fangs, claws and eyes…but the hearing, smell, healing, and strength are weaker for tonight.” 

Stiles felt his face lift in shock, his eyebrows meshing with his hairline as he soaked in the new information. He kind of forgot about the lunar eclipses after the Darach thing, and he didn’t even consider partial eclipses being able to affect werewolves. 

He was about to ask how it all worked when another more scandalous thought popped into his mind. His face drew back in a smirk, and Derek shrank a little. The guy was probably worried considering he couldn’t rely on his senses anymore to tell what Stiles was feeling. 

“So…lets say we go up to the bedroom right now…are you saying I could mark you up and it would stay?” Stiles asked. 

The growl that radiated through the room was more than an answer. Somehow they found themselves upstairs in bed, catching their breath after probably the hottest sex they’ve ever had. For the first time ever they were both marked up with bruises, welts, and if Stiles raked his fingernails down Derek’s back for good measure…well they’ll heal tomorrow. 

“Have I ever told you that you look hot like this?” Stiles asked, admiring the trail of hickies along Derek’s neck and collarbone. 

Derek rolled his eyes playfully, “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule for the next eclipse.” 

Damn Nonnie, you know how to get a girl writing :D

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I have sealed this demon in one of my jars during last full moon and now I'm in for a real ride. I need the nettle and wormwood nightmare potion and it's also in one of my jars and for the love of all black cats, all my jars look vaguely the same. If I accidentally open the wrong one and have to hear for three hours how Dante was the worst what happened to hell's public relations since the book of revelation hit the shelves I'll curse my own bed. I can feel you looking at me from behind the glass Keith and no, you're not getting out
Pickle Jar Curse

Hello my little lovelies! Today I have perhaps the easiest curse jar EVER. This curse jar is low budget and easy for secret witches. 
Remember, as with all my spells/curses feel free to alter them to your own tastes and what you have on hand. If you do happen to translate any of my curses into another language please let me know so we can get it out there for more witches! 

This curse jar in particular is very open to interpretation and can be used many ways. Now lets get into it!

What you need:

- A pickle jar, minus the pickles (Remove the pickles, LEAVE THE JUICE)  The juice is acidic and will cause more harm.
- Thumbtacks, pins, nails (something sharp will do)
- Spice such as chili powder. (I prefer to add some spice to burn those intended.)
- Additional nasties ie. spices or liquids. (Spit, lemon juice, pepper, etc.)
- A white or black candle.
- Name/picture/item of those intended.

What to do:

- Set up your space and atmosphere. (get in the right mind space and light some candles)
- Make sure you have a white or black candle lit.
- Add your spices and liquids into your jar of pickle juice. 
- Carefully add your sharp objects into your jar.
- Then add your intended’s taglock into the jar. (you can add a sigil as well)
- Close your jar tightly.
- Chant the following 3 times while you shake your jar:

Goddess I invoke she!
There has been unfairness done to me!
I ask vengeance be brought down upon thee!
Cursed by me they shall be!
No relief from pain they shall see!
Until I let it be!

- Once you have completed your chant seal the jar with wax and place in a dark place. The closer to the intended the better. But if it ends up hidden in a closet that is okay too. If you do keep it handy you can shake it and repeat your chant as often as you’d like. 


- When you feel ready to end this curse you will need to break the jar and dispose of the contents. How you do this is up to you; I know everyone has their own idea of the best way for disposing curse jars. 


Alrighty guys! I hope you enjoy this little simple curse! Remember, you can change any part of this curse to better suit your needs. Feel free to change the chant even! Make this spell your own! But, be sure to tell me about it!  Also my ask should be open if you all have any questions. 
Good luck and happy cursing!! 

Caretaker - Bucky x Reader(f)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Broken bones, fluff

AUTHORS NOTES: One of my shorter fics but I loved all of the fluff in this!

PROMPT: Thanks to @thisisthelilith for this great prompt!

 The reader breaks her wrist on a mission and Bucky won’t let her do anything (i.e. pick things up, open things, carry things etc.) even though she can do most things.

Originally posted by enochianess


 You grunted as you tried to twist open the peanut butter, but with a broken wrist it was a hopeless attempt. You squirmed against the counter as you tried to hold the jar against your chest with your elbow.

 Last weeks mission to Italy had been successful but you came home with a broken wrist. There had been some confusion on the field and you accidentally punched Bucky right in the red star of his metal arm, breaking your wrist in two places and cracking a few knuckles.  

 You grinned when you remembered just how upset he had been. He rushed you back to the Quinjet, apologizing profusely, and insisted that you not move the entire flight back. He was kind of cute when he was worried about you. You have had worse injuries before but this one did suck.

 Bucky walked into the kitchen and quickly threw his bag of food on the table before rushing up behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He asked as he snatched the jar from you.

 “I’m making a sandwich…or at least I was trying to before you jumped in.” You rolled your eyes.

 “(Y/N), I told you I’ll take care of you. Just let me know what you need.” He put the peanut butter away and started cleaning up what little you had out in your attempt to do things on your own.

 “Buck, I can make my own food.”

 “Yeah, not by the looks of it.” He scoffed and put the bread back in the pantry.

 “Well, I almost had it open.”

 “I bought us Chinese, anyways. Way better than PB&J.” He winked.

 You walked over to the bag on the table and started to pull out the small, white boxes.

 “Ah-ah-ah!” Bucky was on your heel and took over for what seemed like the billionth time since you got your cast on.

 “Ugh! Buck, I can do it!” You rubbed your face with what small amount of fingers stuck out of your hard cast.

 “But I don’t want you to!” He smiled. He gave you, what you now called, the “Dollface” smile. The one Steve said he used to use in the 40’s to get dames to go out with him, the one that made all the ladies melt.

 “Don’t. Don’t you smile at me like that, James Barnes. I am a grown woman and I will take care of my self!” You stomped your foot and crossed your arms awkwardly. This cast wasn’t helping you look as determined as you felt.

 Bucky cupped your face in his hands and smiled down at you. “Sorry, not gonna happen.” He kissed your forehead and you smacked his chest with your good hand. “Ow, what was that for?”

 “Your treating me like I’m plagued. I was reminding you that I can still kick your-”

 “Language!” Steve called from the living room.

 “So, I can’t make my own food and I now I’ve lost the freedom of speech? What am I allowed to do?” You huffed, throwing your arms up then dropping them to your sides with a slap.

 Suddenly you were cradled in Bucky’s arms. “You can come watch movies with me.” He grinned. He grabbed the take out and carried you to the living room. He made you sit in his lap all night as you ate and watched movies with Steve until finally, you fell asleep cuddled up against him.

 Steve smiled at Bucky silently.

 “What?” Bucky whispered, tenderly rubbing your arm to make sure you were warm enough.

 Steve smirked and shook his head. “I’m just glad you finally got yourself a steady girl.”

 Bucky smiled and placed his lips lightly on the top of your head, careful to not disturb your rest. Steve was right and Bucky finally admitted to himself that you were definitely the one.

Hope you liked it! Feel free to send in any requests!

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Severus Snape X Male!Reader - suppressant.

title: suppressant. 

Alpha!Severus Snape X Omega!Male!Reader
warnings: sexual themes, mpreg, smut ensues
he/him pronouns used for reader
when you see ’–’ it means some time has passed/pov shift
omegaverse au
**au where there is no threat of voldemort
***reader is around 26ish and this would take place during harry’s fifth year

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FUCK Youuuuuuuu



Could you open this for me?

Joker x reader It was a rainy night in Gotham and usually the Joker would be looking out his window laughing at all the people running from the water, but he was in a sour mood. A deal had gone south when Batman had showed up, so he was forced to hide out until the heat died down. He growled as he turned from the window he was bored and had nothing to do, which wasn’t a good combination for him. As he was walking to his room to lay down and sleep the night away he was stopped by a knock at the door. “It can’t be Frost he would’ve used the key, so who could be at my door wishing for death”, he thought as he grabbed his gun and stormed towards the door. He yanked the door open and aimed the gun ready to pull the trigger, but he was stopped by a woman’s voice saying" Excuse me I usually don’t really bother my neighbors but my boyfriend broke up with me and I need help opening this jar.“ He looked at the girl and noticed she was holding a pickle jar in her (s/c) hands, he locked eyes with her and looked for any fear in her (e/c) orbs but there was none. Instead she looked like she was getting impatient holding the jar up for him, so impatient that she had to ask again to make sure he heard her” Could you open this for me?“ The joker was at a loss for words this girl had came to his door asking him to open a jar and even with a gun pointed at her face she showed no fear, how could this be? ” You know what I’m going to just go break it since you seem busy being a statue and all.“ She said as she was walking off, but she wouldn’t get far oh no she had made him curious and she could even make this night more enjoyable. “Well anyway bye- Hey wait a second let me go who do you think you are just dragging a girl into your place like you own her!” “ Look here doll you’re going to be my entertainment for the night until it’s safe for me to leave you got that?” He said as he dragged her to the couch so that they could sit down.“I ain’t nobody’s entertainment, I just came here to get this jar opened not to get rubbed on by a clown.” “Oh fierce I like it so tell me doll why did this boy toy of yours leave you to open your own jars?” “Don’t call me doll and if you must know I caught him sleeping with someone else, so I kicked him and her out.” “That’s all you did oh come on doll, no cutting off his little friend and slapping the girl around for a bit that sounds way better than just putting them out.” He said with a loud obnoxious laugh. “Unlike you I’m not a criminal so no I didn’t do anything that could get me locked up, if I can’t open a jar by myself what in your crazy sadistic mind makes you think I could survive prison life and you still haven’t opened this jar.” “The jar can wait we got all night for me to open the stupid jar, I’m talking about you right now and that untapped potential you have inside you.” They continued to talk and argue about what she should have did and how he would have broken her out of prison until they both fell asleep. The next morning (y/n) woke up to find the joker gone and a note on the table: “Hey doll if you’re reading this I decided not to kill you in your sleep and have made my mind to keep you as my personal pet, I’ll come and get you later today make sure you have everything you want packed up when I get there.” (Y/n) set the note back down on the table and that was when she noticed her pickle jar sitting there with a smiley faces drawn on it, she felt some hope build in her as she reaches it and twisted the lid. That hope soon melted away to be replaced by rage and sadness as she realized he didn’t even open the jar. “ I guess I’ll never get to eat that sandwich.” Well that’s the end I hope I did well considering I’m doing this on my phone and this is the first story I’m uploading on here so anyway sorry for any mistakes and I hope you guys enjoyed the story.

Originally posted by thebreakofdawn

have a funny idea hannibal keep staring at bedelia when she is doing clay mask and bedelia dont like it “maybe they can do it together ” and another is may be they can go to shopping for cl!otheing or lingnes together 


Note: I was putting on a face mask of my own when I got this message,haha. I plan a story about them shopping for clothes together in a near future.

His eyes follow her hands as she opens a jar and lifts a brush to stir the brown paste inside.

“Hannibal, you are staring again,” she says out of habit, keeping their game in play, but knowing perfectly well how much he enjoys watching her. And she enjoys that too.

“I am simply marvelling at the application process,” he replies from his vantage point on the bed.

“The brush bristle is infused with charcoal, for easy application and cleaning,” she answers simply, aware that his interest lays rather in her gestures, than the brush.

“Hmm,” he acknowledged the new piece of information and pauses,” May I?” he adds almost timidly.

“Yes,” she holds out the brush, attempting to hide her smile at his anticipated request.

He joins her at the vanity, takes the brush and dips it in the jar. The brush touches her forehead and he begins to slowly spread the paste, long and gentle motions. His hand moves with precision, delicately tracing all the favourite lines of her face: her perfect nose, sharp cheekbones, the gentle curve of her chin. He attempted to draw her many times, never quite satisfied with the end result as the image could never live up to the real Bedelia. But to have her as a canvas is new and thrilling, Hannibal’s heart races as he puts flourishing touches on her cheek, forgetting that this is merely a face mask.

Every brush is like a caress on her skin, she feels adoration pouring through his every move. Bedelia is glad for the dark colour of the mask, hiding the blush on her skin. She closes her eyes and sighs softly. 

Finding pleasure in the simplest of things is what they both adore most.

Crafting A Spell Jar and Personal Update

As my followers know I have been going through some personal issues. It was recently confirmed that my partner has cancer. We had been hoping for a different diagnosis but the results are in. We have started chemo and it has caused a great deal of disruption.

For the first time in a few weeks I was compelled to do a little witchcraft and created a spell jar. While this is in no way Wicca-specific, it is witchcraft related and I decided to post it here. So this post will be going over Spell Jars.

Please note that due to my time constraints I am still not taking anymore questions. I will be opening my ask someday soon, but right now I’m just playing everything by ear. Also, because this is costing so much my 10,000 k giveaway will have to wait. I offer my deepest apologies for everything being so out of whack.

Let’s go do some happy witchcraft, okay? It’s October…tis the season!

What is a Spell Jar?

A spell jar is also known as a bottled spell or a spell bottle. It is a jar/bottle/flask that has had a spell cast into it for a specific purpose. There are versions of Spell Jars in European Witchcraft, Latin American Charms, Hoodoo craft, and many others.

The look like this:

Or this:

Or even this:

Or if you wanna get professional about it Check these babies out:

Why a Jar?

A spell jar “holds” a spell. It is literally a spell you can carry around with you. Some spell jars are a one time use item and some act as a charm to be carried around, placed somewhere, or buried at a specific place.

Why use a spell jar?

I questioned the logic of using a spell jar on many occasions. What was the point? Why not just cast a spell? Was it really any different? The answer is strangely yes…and no.

No: A spell jar is no different from a ‘normal’ spell. You use the herbs, you say the things, and then you will it into happening. Same stuff, different day.

Yes: (Please note this is only my opinion and what I have observed. I have little to no way to test this particular theory.) A spell jar differs from a spell in the fact that you trap the energy inside the vessel. You don’t automatically release it into the cosmos and hope whatever you were harkening to you was listening. A spell jar gives you the ability to do several things. 1) Hand the jar to a person so that the energy goes to them. This works really well for Healing work and healing rituals, and bonding spells. While I do not promote it, these are also useful when doing the opposite of all of those things. 2) When you need a spell to last a certain period of time. When the spell is 'over’ you can open the jar and release the spell. This works when using any attraction spells (looking for romantic partners, trying to attract wealth, or prosperity in general) 3) When you need to bless a place in a very solid way. You can take a spell jar and bury it to consecrate and ward a spot. Homes and domiciles are the first thing that come to mind for this. But if you are opening your own shop this could work as well.

So there you have it, my theories and reasoning behind why a spell jar is super useful and where it is going to do you the most good in witchcraft.


Now! On to the actual making of the spell jar, or as I like to call it:

How To Do The Thing:

First you are going to need some supplies:


  1. A Jar

  2. A spell you trust and are comfortable with

  3. The supplies necessary for that spell

  4. A way to close the jar

  5. The will to get 'er done.

I realize that this list is really vague in comparison to what I normally like to give. But the fact is a spell jar can literally be any spell so long as you have the mind to make it into a jarred spell. And that jarred as in vessel not jarred as in a shocking jolt. You know, in case you were wondering.

Now, cast the spell. Use whatever crystals, stones, herbs, sigils, writings, ashes, or what have you to make the spell complete but place these items into the spell jar*. When you get to the end of the spell close the jar. Some people seal a lid with wax if they are intending to make the spell pretty permanent.

*Note- If this spell jar is intended for a specific person having a picture or personal effect of theirs can help strengthen the bond of the spell.

Spell jars are what I think of when I think of the higher level of witchcraft, of course that’s probably because I spend too much of my time playing RPG’s…who knows. They take a little creativity and a little more planning, but they are absolutely worth it in the grand scheme of things.

So there we go! Best of luck in the spell craft business and I wish you all the greatest of blessings.

Let me know if this was useful?

Over My Dead Body

“Shut up, you’ll wake Stiles!” you yelled in a hushed whisper as your boyfriend Derek managed to topple yet another item from your nightstand.

“So what? I’m a werewolf, he can’t do anything to me.”

“Yea, but he can tell dad have him ship me off to a monastery.” you said kissing Derek as you straddled him. “He already can’t stand the fact that we’re dating.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” he said pushing away the strap of your tank top and placing a kiss on your collarbone. “Over my dead body.” he said nipping at it causing you to giggle lightly.

“Good, because I have no idea how I’d survive without your amazing-”

“Personality,” he asked.

“I was going to say cock but I’m feeling nice so yea. Your personality,” you said pulling his shirt over his head.

“Not nice,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel a lot better,” you said pulling his pants down and reaching into his boxers for his erection. “What do you want me to do with it?” you asked stroking it.

“Suck it,” he groaned.

“I can do that,” you said sliding down his body as you pulled his boxers down.

You continued to stroke him until he was hard enough then you brought your mouth down over him. You teased his tip and licked away the bead of precum present before taking him all in and bobbing your head up and down.

He gripped your hair tightly and began forcing you to take in more, causing you to gag. He knew that a part of you loved it when he’d make you gag and he loved the sensation of it so it was a win-win.

You began jerking what you couldn’t fit into your mouth and soon enough felt him twitch. You took the chance to suck and pump him harder, until you felt the familiar hot, sticky liquid hitting the back of your throat in thick spurts. You kept sucking until there was nothing left, Then you swallowed and released him from your mouth with a pop.

“That was amazing,” he said petting your head.

“I aim to please.”

“Well you always succeed.”

 “Only your seed,” you said placing a kiss on his lips.

“Come on up here,” he said with a smirk while still lying on your bed.

You smirked knowingly and slipped your underwear off before lining your center up with his lips. He pulled you down to him and wasted time with you. He delved his tongue into your tight heat, causing you to cry out.

Shut up, you’ll wake Stiles,” he mocked before slurping your clit into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily.

He went back to licking at your entrance, prompting you to move against his face. He loved it when you rode his face, especially when he was in a position to see you do it.

Your quiet moans only encouraged him and with his desire to perform, you were brought to your climax.

He then proceeded to flip you over and climb on top of you. He made short work of your tank top and began massaging your boobs until you were begging for him.

Eventually, he obliged and plunged himself into your wet heat, causing you to cry out.

“Shh,” he emphasised putting a hand over your mouth while he pounded you mercilessly.

Your hands clawed at the expanse of his back and you thought you would explode from all the pleasure. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you came and released the loudest scream you could muster.

Derek chuckled at that and began making strides towards his own orgasm when you heard your door being flung open.

“Y/N, are you okay?” your brother Stiles exclaimed as he defensively held a metal bat.

“I’m fine Stiles,” you groaned as Derek rolled off of you.

Derek, what the hell are you doing naked in my sister’s bed?”

“Building a sand castle.” Derek replied sarcastically.

“Y/N, I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“You did, but I love Derek.”

“Derek, I think you should go before I break out a jar of mistletoe on your ass.”

“Stiles, I’m not a kid,”

“Derek is not the right guy for you.”

“We’ve been dating for almost a year. Have I hurt her?”

“Not that I know of,”

“He hasn’t, now go.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy.”

“You’re never happy,” you countered.

“Shut up, and keep it down already.” Stiles scoffed walking out.

As soon as you and Derek thought you were alone, Stiles came bursting in again.

“By the way Y/N, does dad know of this?”

“Goodbye Stiles,” you yelled tossing a pillow at him.

I was tagged by the babe @fantasy-over-reality (Thanks hun!)

5 Things you’ll find in my bag:
1. A sketchbook 
2. poetry book
3. phone
4. cute, small heart mirror
5. wallet

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:
1. Paintings (that I’ve created) or other art works on my wall
2. manga and novels in both my book shelf’s!
3. Two jars of homemade potpourri 
4. A desk filled with a lot of crap                                                                         5. A 3DS 

5 things you’ve always wanted to do:

1. Get good at art (Digital and Traditional)/ follow a career around art
2. Go on an adventure 
3. collect records/ old video-games (Even though i suck ass at them :/)
4.See different parts of the world

5. open my own coffee shop/bakery with my mom

5 things that make you happy:
1. CowChop (anything youtube really)
2. hot drinks! (coffee, tea, hot chocolate etc)

3. Me selective friends and family 

4. Reading, writing and creating!

5. sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing

5 things I’m currently into:
1. Anything artistic (every since i was a wee lad)
2. reading/ writing

3. playing animal crossing non-stop
4. walking up in the late afternoon
5. hanging out with my best friends (lol like only 2 or 3 people???)

5 things on your to-do list: 

1. Get a job
2. get good at art (so i can fulfill my dream)
3. see wtf is wrong with me lol
4. get my g1
5. lose weight  maybe?? or just trying not to die in general??

The squad im tagging:

@queenproserpina  @sailorkcroyals  @jameswilsun  @strangejellyfishtraveler  @localtrashcancunt  @raiderwaster  @leddaxd  @sadteriyakigod  @homosexualgoats  @modestcubevevo  @katiedoodles237

and anyone else my forgetful ass forgot!

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have a quick question about drying herbs! I've just started drying my own herbs, and storing them in glass jars. But once I put them in, and you open then, they smell really bad. I make sure to dry them until they're crisp, and I dry them in s little closet I have. Is there anything I'm doing wrong? Do you know why they're not smelling nice?

Hey anon! Unfortunately I’m not sure at all how to help since I’m still not yet at the stage to be able to dry my own herbs!

If any followers have any tips, please let us know!

I'll heal the hole in your heart - chapter 9/?

Chapter 9/?

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A/N: Warnings and other informations are to be found in chapter 1.

Summary about chapter 9: (They’re 18 years old) Dan and Phil have been living in Manchester for a few months now and are finally trying to start a normal life together.

Words: 3.622

I’ll heal the hole in your heart chapter 9

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anonymous asked:

When did you become a freelance artist? Was it hard? Can anyone become one?

well you can become a freelancer as soon as you chose to. I started when I was 18 a few months before I graduated high school by started small commissions on Deviantart. Obviously it wasn’t my full time job and wouldn’t give me more than like 20 dollars every few months. XD hahah but hey! Gottah start somewhere right?  as time went on I got a bit more lucky like doing a book cover for a book called “My Whispers of Horror” for Bryan Book Publishing from some awesome couple in Canada publishing their first book about surviving women facing sexism and abuse from ex-USSER nations. and a few book jobs in doing art. And I began to rase my prices the more quality my art got and depending on the job. but most of the time I was drawing little sketches of OCs from random people over DA. so just some small Freelance work, and it’s so rare for the longest time that you pretty much accept anything you can get your hands on. 

Once I graduated high school I managed to snag a table a Phoenix Comicon, and started to sell my art, that was a HUGE step and a great way to start getting my name out there, and afterwards I got some more freelance work, getting bigger commissions and even some freelance work for indie games. My first table was pathetically small and horrible but hahaha it still was a great turn out!  I actually have some pictures! I was cosplaying as Ciel. XD 

hahaha my art was so bad and I has very little to put up. XD haha such a sad set up, but hey! again you have to start somewhere! XD 

Here’s my set up now. :> and it’s still growing and getting better each time I vend. 

aaahhhh much better 

And then I started youtube and am now more of a entrepreneur now than a freelancer, being as I don’t take much freelance work anymore cuz time and I’m too busy with my own projects, other than conventions which is more along the lines of a entrepreneur. But then of course youtube started up and I got lucky and now I finally do it full time. 

So becoming a freelancer or an entrepreneur where you are your own boss can be hard, but it is very possible, especially these days! and yes I do believe anyone can become one as well, it’s just a lot of hard work and very time consuming so make sure it’s really what you want to do. Because you’ll probably put more hours into it than a full time job for some big company. 

When you started out doing freelance work, or vending, it’s going to be probably years before you can do it full time. I started doing freelance work on the side when I was 18 like I mentioned earlier, and I had a normal day job at Godiva for 8 months while doing commissions, conventions, and youtube all at the same time posting a video once a week  until I was finally able to quit, which happened only in August, so it took me 4 years to be able to do it full time. Like, you can’t just quite your job and do only freelance in the beginning. Every freelancer starts off working a normal day job and doing freelance work at the same time for a really long time before they can finally make freelancing their full time. That’s normal and that’s just how life is, and so you literally have to work triple the amount of work to become a freelancer until you finally can quite your normal job and be a freelancer. 

If you’re a teen or younger, you want to start as early as possible  to start building a name  as an artist for yourself. So you start by posting artwork online and trying to get your name out there, start taking commissions, and once you turn 18 and you feel confident enough in your art, START SELLING AT CONVENTIONS! Selling at conventions is pretty much the key to being a freelancer these days. I make my living through youtube and conventions, but you don’t need youtube to be a freelancer or entrepreneur full time. For example my friend Sam makes her full living as an artist through conventions and commissions, and she and I are not the only ones either. Many artists travle from convention to convention selling their art work and that’s their career, as well as commission work when they can get it. like I said it’s a lot of work but anyone can do it, and it’s very possible. 

Another big key to freelancing is social media. Not only do you need to start getting your name out there as an artist by posting, which WILL take years, but there’s also youtube, (like me) but the big one that a lot of artists make a job for themself as a freelancer is PATREON! I don’t really work through patreon other than for an open tip jar, but you can make a job for yourself through it which LOTS of artists do. I simply just chose not to because I put my time into youtube instead. 

but yeah! That’s how I started out, and those are pretty much how you do it. And no, you do not need a degree or go to college to do this being as you don’t need to be hired by anyone to become a freelancer being as you’re your own boss. if you want to work for an industry instead, I suggest going to college but lol it’s very different from freelancing. 

I hope that helps! :D 

anonymous asked:

My body builds muscle super fast. My new job has me doing some labour which in turn has broadened my shoulders and my arms have gotten big enough that I can't wear lady's long sleeves easily. Like, it's nice I can open my own jars, but I'm getting called a "dyke" or "boy" by a lot of people. Any advice for body acceptance?

You’re beautiful, don’t listen to other people. They’re just projecting their own insecurities on other people. That’s their problem, not yours. I know people that would kill to have this “problem”. Own it! <3


Hawkeye Sings About His Super Powers (Ed Sheeran “Thinking Out Loud” Parody) on on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon on Tuesday (April 28) in New York City

Hawkeye from “Avengers” sings about his lesser-known powers. Lyrics below.

When you’re on a team with the Hulk and Thor
And we’re all up there on the movie screen,
Will the people believe that I’m not quite as tough?
Will anyone even notice me?

But listen I’ve got powers too, they’re pretty sweet.
I promise I can do so much more than just archery.

I’m serious guys.
I’ve got a collection of scarves and berets.
I play trombone in a ska band.
I once got to second base on my Tinder date.
And my cat has got its own Instagram.

I tell you now
I kick ass at Mario Kart.
This year I played an extra in Paul Blart.
I can open a pickle jar.
I’m friggin’ Hawkeye.
Maybe I’m as super as they are.

So maybe I still haven’t lost my virginity.
But when I bowl I always score at least 215, after six beers

Yes I know ‘bout Captain America’s strength.
Hulk becomes a towering man.
But I got seventh place in my fantasy league.
And I once butt-dialed Jean-Claude Van Damme.

When I go to Chipotle I get free guac.
I flirt with the cashier and she says I rock.
I own water-resistant socks.
I’m friggin’ Hawkeye.
Maybe I’m as super as a star.

To continue the theme from @lovepotsie’s post about How a Spoonie Says I Love You,
let’s do:
How to say I Love You to a spoonie!

“I remembered you’re allergic, so I made you something else”

“Do you need me to drop anything off while I’m out?”

“How did your doctor appointment go?”

“Do you need a ride?”

“Let’s just stay in tonight”

“Why don’t you go to bed early?”

“Stay in the car, I’ll just run in”

“Take my seat, I don’t mind standing”

“Don’t worry, I already said I didn’t want to go”

“What can I do to help?”

“Do you want to leave early?”

“I already did the chores”

“What should I pick up for dinner?”

“I already opened all the new jars in the fridge for you”

“I wanted to let you sleep in”

“I understand.”

Feel free to add your own! I’m loving all these posts.

From A Different View

Summary: Lauren Jauregui’s always been fascinated with photography, how you could capture a moment forever with the click of a button, and for as long as she could remember, she always had a camera at hand. So when she discovered YouTube, it wasn’t long before she made a channel and started making videos. They varied from her and her best friend Normani doing challenges to videos about self confidence and embracing yourself and the world. Lauren soon developed an audience and became one of the most subscribed YouTubers on the site. She thought she had everything until she met another YouTuber, Camila Cabello, and realizes all she was missing.

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For a Good Time Call update

“Bowling?” she asks incredulously, fixing Peeta with a doubtful look when he pulls up in front of the Capitol Bowling building.

He smiles at her expression, cutting his engine off. “You kicked my ass at darts. I feel like I need to redeem myself by playing you in something I’m good at.”

“And the thing you’re good at is bowling,” she deadpans as they climb out of his car to head inside.

“I like to think I’m good at a respectable number of things,” he says, holding the door for her. “I’m good at making paper airplanes. I’m good at opening jars. All kinds of jars. I never have a problem with that. I could be your go-to jar opener, if you’re looking for one. I’m also good at reprogramming VCRs.”

She laughs, turning to face him as they stop to wait in line for shoes and a lane. “Do people even own VCRs anymore?”

You can read Chapter 4 at FFnet or AO3. Thank you so much for reading!

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Lena Corbet
The War At Home