a straight girl in my art class tried to talk to me about gay ships and my brain??? broke???? im not much of a shipper i dont know what happened and im still embarrassed that i said my OTP is Scrooge and Bob Cratchet
HELLO! I’m not too sure on how to make a hair tutorial since i kinda just go the hell out with it (its really inconsistent it hurts lol). But i’ll try my best!
Scalp points is really important. You would want it to look natural, and from there you can control where your front hair goes. There are 3 main points, one in the middle and the other two by your temples.
I usually divides my hair sections into 3: the front, sides, and back. YOU DONT REALLY HAVE TO FOLLOW EVERYTHING THOUGH, JUST DO YOUR THANG. I know, my hair structures doesnt make sense with the points and stuffs lmao. But yeah you got my point.
Examples with different hairstyles:
Note to self: do not attempt curly hair if you’ll just fuck things up
Side view examples:
Girls Hair example:
Girls hair doesnt make sense. Just go crazy and make them fabulous queens.
So yeah, thats all i manage to think of. There are great artists out there who make better tutorials than me lmao. Check out kelpls amazing tutorials, or just look at some fancy kpop artists’ hair for reference their hair are amazing
Here’s the @thearcanagame gang with a tiny apprentice who will probably fall in love with all of them (even the morally questionable ones) Feel free to ask questions about her or tell me about your apprentice!!!! Just please come talk to me about the arcana cus im dying!!! :D
Viktor had a relationship once- why not? He’s hot and people confuse him and his usage of mascara- when he was young. The details are blurry to Viktor these days, but he was too excited and he was delusional with the prospect of love back then, almost a cringe worthy moment for Viktor when he remembers these things late at night.
It was how you would imagine it. Viktor, looking back on it now, wondered how seemingly enthusiastic he managed to be in the two year long crusty ‘relationship’ they had. There were these little sprinkles of affection, shy blushes and the kind of exploration young crazy teenagers do during their young crazy lives, but there was nothing special about it.
He was an art major. Viktor figured they were compatible, two pieces of puzzles sliding together in delusional harmony, with Viktor’s artistry out on the ice and his on his canvas.
What made him special, amongst the other folders of exes he had locked away in a metaphorical file cabinet, was the fact that he was the one who stayed the longest.
Viktor was a fucking whirlwind. Nobody could keep up his tiresome training schedules, his absent meals, the long hours spent at the rink. His ex wrung it out as far as possible, trying hard to be understanding and patient at first, until finally, he broke.
“You’re… You’re too much.” He finally hisses after another failed date night. Viktor doesn’t have the heart to deny the statement. “You’re fucking selfish. You… You revolve around nothing but the ice! No hobbies, no ambitions, nothing but that stupid gold fucking medal you always win anyways.”
Viktor doesn’t flinch, doesn’t feel anything at all. He was right. He was right.
“And then what? What happens when your body tires out, huh Viktor? What happens if you lose?” He says, there are tears brimming his eyes. Viktor doesn’t have the heart to well up a tear. “I tell you, you’ll regret it. You will have nothing.”
When he walks out the door, Viktor realized that he had nothing the whole time Not even the satisfaction of being complete.
When Chris asks him if he had any plans to get into a relationship anytime soon, he’d laugh. I don’t have the time. He’ll say. Nobody is willing to stay. His mind pleads.
And then comes Yuuri.
He realizes many things: Yuuri was an even bigger whirlwind. He was deadly and dangerous and beautiful, Viktor had felt the thrill of standing in the eye of a storm when he holds Yuuri’s hand, when he sees his smile. He was beautiful. He was deadly.
Yuuri spends even more time in the rink than him, eyes focused and determined and Viktor watches in awe from the side because he felt like he just got crushed by an avalanche and Yuuri wasn’t even breaking a goddamn sweat. He was fragile and strong, loud and quiet, an enigma Viktor has yet to solve.
Yuuri was beautiful. Yuuri was perfect.
He’s perfect when he takes Makkachin out for walks, when he looks over his shoulder and tosses Viktor a teasing little smile, when he wakes up in the morning with bed hair and crusty eyes, when he’s crying and broken and Viktor doesn’t know what the fuck to do and Yuuri calls his bullshit out for it, when he skates, when he lets Viktor hold him, when he’s Viktor’s.
Yuuri was his.
Yuuri would stay.
One day, while in a hotel bar as he waits for his dearest, he spots someone across from him with the eyes of a ghost from his past.
“I’m opening up a gallery somewhere.” He says when Viktor asks the standard how are you out of sheer politeness. He hasn’t changed, maybe getting edgier and manlier, finally not the young art major he used to be. He has grown. Viktor has grown too.
“The… The Japanese man. Is he…?”
Viktor smiles, purposely setting his hand on the marble counter to show off the gleam in the golden band. The memory of Yuuri sends another warm flutter in Viktor’s heart. God, it’s been years. “Engaged.”
He smiles and nods, seemingly happy for them.
“You love him, truly.”
Viktor purses his lips around his glass. Of course he does, why wouldn’t he? Yuuri was kind and beautiful and smart and all his.
“The moment I mentioned him… you looked like the happiest man in the world.” He says, shaking the glass in his hand, swirling the amber contents. Viktor does not feel any resentment in his voice, but he feels cautious at the incoming topic. “You’re truly happy. It’s amazing.”
Viktor narrows his eyes, just for a fraction. “What made you think I wasn’t?”
He raises an eyebrow. Are you fucking kidding me? Viktor couldn’t blame him. “Your eyes shine, you perk up, and hell, I didn’t even notice that your smile was heart shaped before. Now your grin is bigger than ever.”
Viktor cracks a smile, leaning back against the counter.
He sets the glass down, smiling softly. “I’m happy for you.”
Viktor’s happy too. Truly. He was right. And for once, he was glad that he didn’t decide to stay.
“Do you want to come to the wedding?” It was a little weird to invite your ex to your wedding, but Viktor wasn’t one to follow social norms.
He accepts before finally leaving, one last goodbye between them.
Yuuri finally arrives a few moments later, cheeks flushed and burrowed adorably under a scarf. God knows how torturous Russian weather can be. “Who was that?”
Viktor smiles, kissing Yuuri’s knuckles before lacing their fingers together. “No one of importance.”
During their wedding, Yuuri dips him in for a kiss. Viktor never wanted to let go of the moment, but they crumble on the floor laughing. Chris was discreetly installing a pole in the banquet room and he had to prevent tears more than five times in the past two hours. Yurio resentfully gives him tissues from the sidelines
Viktor might’ve thought that he’ll never get the satisfaction of being complete, thought that he’ll never stop being a whirlwind, but Yuuri carries him away and swept him off his feet, launching him into the air laughing and giggling.
He spots him in the crowd, talking to the girl he brought with him- possibly his now girlfriend, Viktor thinks she’s lovely- and they connect gazes.
He smiles, raises a glass like a toast.
Viktor raises his own glass back.
Viktor was happy. Viktor was complete. Viktor was satisfied.
i saw a ace positivity post that said stuff like "to all aces: ur loved, ur valid, i will always support u" etc but then it ended with "aphobia is real" like?? it says a lot that aphobia is actually something they put in their positivity posts, meant to comfort people you know?? like imagine if lesbian positivity posts were like that: "ur valid, loving girls is good and radical, u will get a gf one day who u'll totally be in love with, lesbophobia is real" we dont need to be reminded cuz we know
it’s bc they like to sneak discourse into their positivity posts lmao
I’m making this because recently Riverdale has been so hetero and bughead and all the other straight ships (excluding valarchie cause they’re adorable) are taking over and everything is terrible and betty and veronica are in love damnit. View my other fic rec pages here also, If anyone knows who wrote any of these please let me know so I can credit them.
Riverdale; Remade (read on tumblr) - I know this is rude but I wrote this and I’m stupidly proud of it, despite the title it isn’t really remade, it’s the first four eipsodes from Betty’s pov with beronica, idk I like it but on with the real stuff
everything so soft and still(by @knives-and-lint) - this is soft and wonderful, Betty is incredibly in character, fucking amazing, this is just lovely, their relationship is exactly how it should be, one of my favourite fanfics of all time, I want to be buried with this so I can read it even when I’m dead
should have worshipped her sooner - a masterpiece, fucking beautiful, I feel like I’m inside of Veronica’s mind, every scene with her and Betty is so well done, Veronica and Kevin talking about their queerness is everything I wanted, just everything
to sleep, perchance - what a gentle sensation, this is so beautiful, it’s a slice of their relationship, this is completely sums up why I love them, I feel this in my soul
Now listen here, Kagome.
One day, I’m gonna become a full fledged demon… a magnificent one at that!
And with this sword I’ll be able to gather all the fragments of the Sacred Jewel. And that means… I have no time to waste on a girl like you!